Huang Wenhao looked at his drunken father with initial surprise, but then it dawned on him—this must be because of what his mother had done back then, something that had driven his father to this state!
He helped Huang Minhao back to his room to rest. Huang Minhao kept muttering drunken nonsense, and seeing this scene, Huang Wenhao didn’t bring up the matter of the money.
So it wasn’t until the next morning that he finally approached Huang Minhao for the cash.
Huang Minhao froze. Money? Then he remembered—yesterday, he’d had some, but he’d gone out drinking, run into a creditor, and handed over whatever was left. There was nothing left now.
But looking at his son, he simply said he’d invested the money in a business venture and promised to pay up in a couple of days.
"I’m sorry, son. It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for your mother back then..." Huang Minhao’s voice cracked with emotion.
Seeing this, Huang Wenhao quickly changed the subject, comforting his old man instead.
That day, he didn’t hand in the money.
Nor the next.
The school pressed hard, and the teacher came to ask him again. Huang Wenhao kept his head down, silent, thinking to himself: Just wait. When my dad’s business turns a profit, I’ll shove the money in your face!
The delay stretched into a month. The teacher went from quietly asking him to outright calling him out in front of the whole class. All his classmates turned to stare, whispering among themselves. In that moment, Huang Wenhao felt a wave of malice and the sting of their mocking laughter.
Rage flooded his heart.
So he flipped his desk over and stormed out of the classroom, ignoring the shouts behind him.
Back home, Old Man Huang was still sitting there, basking in the sun. Huang Minhao, as usual, was nowhere to be seen.
Huang Wenhao paced the courtyard, biting his lip, alternating between cursing the teacher and his classmates. Just wait—he’d make them regret this! Today was the day that woman sent the child support. Even if his dad’s business money hadn’t come through yet, there’d be enough to cover his dues.
But instead of Huang Minhao, it was the teacher who showed up—and behind her, a few rough-looking men.
Huang Wenhao froze, then fury surged through him. "You came to my house to collect a school uniform fee?" he spat, his tone sharp.
The teacher looked at him with a complicated expression. The next second, a burly man stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar. "So you’re the little brat who flipped a desk and hurt my daughter?"
Huang Wenhao’s mind went blank. A flash of memory—the moment he’d overturned the desk. The girl in front of him, with her pigtails, who’d once asked him for help with a problem.
Could it be...?
Before he could think further, the man slapped him hard across the face—once, twice. Old Man Huang jerked to his feet, but true to form, he just stood there, watching. Nothing more.
Huang Wenhao’s face went numb. Thankfully, the teacher quickly intervened. "Stop! Don’t hit the child. Let’s talk to the parents."
The man clenched his teeth but relented.
Fear now consumed Huang Wenhao. His whole body trembled like a frightened quail.
Just then, Huang Minhao returned, humming a tune. It was the day that wretched woman sent the money, so he’d treated himself to a good drink, bought a couple of fine bottles and some snacks, and set aside a little for the month ahead. But as he looked up, he saw the crowd outside his house—neighbors gawking at the scene.
"What’s going on here?" Huang Minhao demanded.
"You’re Wenhao’s father, right?" The teacher quickly stepped between him and the angry parent, not wanting things to escalate. "There are too many people here. Let’s talk inside?"
Huang Minhao glanced around, then nodded.
They all filed into the courtyard, the gate closing behind them.
The burly man glared. "Your son hurt my daughter. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"What?" Huang Minhao looked stunned.
"Your son hurt my girl! Don’t play dumb!"
The teacher hurriedly tried to mediate.
Huang Minhao instinctively looked at Huang Wenhao, who, seeing his father, immediately moved to his side for support. "I didn’t mean to!"
"You still dare talk back?" The man jabbed a finger at him, his three companions glaring at the father and son.
Huang Wenhao shrank back. "Dad..."
Huang Minhao swallowed hard. "What... what do you want?"
"Compensation! And an apology!"
Huang Minhao had no money to give—most of what he’d just received was already spent. Under the teacher’s mediation, he signed an IOU. As the men finally left, Huang Wenhao let out a shaky breath—but then the teacher turned back.
"Also, Huang Wenhao, your behavior today was unacceptable. You’re suspended for a week to reflect."
Huang Wenhao bit his lip, resentment burning in his eyes.
"Dad, I really didn’t know—"
SMACK!
Huang Wenhao clutched his cheek, staring in disbelief at his usually gentle father.
Huang Minhao was breathing heavily, glaring at this troublemaker. Not only was his drinking money gone, but now he had another debt to worry about!
"Don’t call me Dad! You little brat! I send you to school to study, and you cause trouble? You wanna end up like your no-good mother, ruining my life?!"
"I—" Huang Wenhao was speechless.
Huang Minhao reeked of alcohol. As he looked at the boy, memories of that woman flooded his mind. The booze clouded his judgment, and he raised his hand to strike again.
Old Man Huang stood nearby, watching as always, sighing helplessly.
That night, Huang Minhao’s curses echoed through the Huang household.
For the first time, Huang Wenhao felt regret. He wanted to go back—back to that comfortable life in the city. His mother might have been busy, but at least she never let him go hungry. Never hit him.
He made up his mind. He would return to the city.
At dawn, while Huang Minhao still slept, he slipped out the door. Penniless, he walked from memory alone.
Exhausted, he stopped to rest by the roadside—but soon, a motorcycle pulled up beside him. Huang Minhao climbed off, thanked his drinking buddy, then turned a furious glare on Huang Wenhao.
"You’ve got the nerve to run away, huh?!"
Huang Wenhao was dragged back home.
And he learned one more thing: earlier that month, his mother had sent someone to have Huang Minhao sign a document—formally giving up all custody. Huang Minhao hadn’t objected.
When Huang Wenhao saw his father pick up a stick, his legs gave out. He begged Old Man Huang for help, but the old man just sighed and did nothing.
Meanwhile, at the law firm...
Fang Nuan was busy when her assistant approached. "Fang, there’s an elderly couple here to see you. They say... they’re your parents."
Fang Nuan paused, her expression cold. "Tell them to leave. I don’t have parents."
She walked away, heels clicking sharply.
The assistant called after her, "They just want to apologize before they go."
"Tell them it’s unnecessary. They owe me nothing, and I owe them nothing."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
