"Becoming an official again?" Fang Zhiyi looked down at his clothes.
Little Hei replied, "But it's a bit different this time."
"Oh?"
"You're the big villain," Little Hei pondered for a moment. "In a way, you really are the big villain."
"Really?"
The plot unfolded before him.
This was an ancient dynasty that valued literature over military might, leading to frequent border raids by the northern tribes. Since Fang Zhiyi rose to power, the state of Yan had already lost a third of its territory.
The reason? He didn’t want to fight, the emperor didn’t want to fight, and neither did the retired emperor.
So, they resorted to endless concessions—ceding land, paying reparations, and bending to every demand.
Many ministers who advocated for war were suppressed—some dismissed, others resigning in outrage.
But Fang Zhiyi wasn’t afraid of any of it. As long as it didn’t affect him personally, he didn’t care.
His reputation was abysmal, at least among the common people. Indulging in luxury, deceiving the emperor, embezzling military funds, and suppressing loyal officials—in short, he did everything a treacherous minister was supposed to do.
Even with the court in such a state, there were still fearless loyalists who stood up.
Take, for example, the young general Wei Kaiyuan from the Liang family. His family had been granted the title of Duke by the previous emperor, a hereditary honor, and they were known for their unwavering loyalty. Seeing the court repeatedly surrender to foreign invaders—even considering moving the capital—Wei Kaiyuan’s father fell ill from anger.
Wei Kaiyuan, however, had another idea. He used his family’s wealth to raise a volunteer army and marched north under the banner of saving the nation. He was a skilled strategist, winning battle after battle.
When news of his victories reached the capital, the court was shaken, and the people celebrated in the streets.
But tragedy struck. The court summoned Wei Kaiyuan back. Torn between loyalty to the throne and defending the country, he chose the former. After all, he was still a general of Yan—refusing would make him a rebel.
Upon his return, the people lined the streets to welcome him, but Wei Kaiyuan felt no joy.
The emperor praised his actions in an audience and even granted his volunteer army an official designation, with the court now funding their supplies. Wei Kaiyuan was overjoyed.
That same day, the emperor held a banquet in Wei Kaiyuan’s honor, with Fang Zhiyi and others in attendance.
Wei Kaiyuan despised Fang Zhiyi—he knew the prime minister was utterly incompetent—but for the sake of decorum, he held his tongue.
Yet, after that banquet, shocking rumors spread through the capital: The Wei family, arrogant from their achievements, had disrespected the emperor. Worse still, secret reports claimed they were colluding with the northern tribes—their victories prearranged to pave the way for a coup.
The charge of treason was grave.
The Wei family was immediately seized by the emperor’s shadow guards. As "evidence" piled up, Wei Kaiyuan knew he’d been framed, but the emperor was too furious to hear him out.
The only one who visited him was Fang Zhiyi.
Seeing him, Wei Kaiyuan understood everything.
This was the root of all his troubles.
The Wei family was executed, with Fang Zhiyi personally overseeing the execution.
Many knew the Wei family was innocent, but no one dared speak up. After Wei Kaiyuan’s death, his army was disbanded and absorbed into other forces. The northern tribes, recovering from their losses, angrily demanded answers from Yan’s emperor.
Once again, the emperor agreed to cede land and pay reparations. This time, the people’s fury erupted. While the tribes were temporarily appeased, rebellions broke out across the country, with cries to "purge the court of evil." The movement grew rapidly.
Finally, the emperor saw the light. At court, Prime Minister Fang Zhiyi was arrested. Given his rank, he was spared execution—instead, he was beaten thirty times with a rod and exiled to the frontier.
The emperor then offered amnesty to the rebels. With Fang Zhiyi gone, the rebellions gradually died down.
In the end, Yan still collapsed—though it lasted two more generations.
As for Fang Zhiyi, exile brought relentless retaliation. He had too many enemies. He died miserably on the road, his name forever stained as a villain for centuries to come.
"......" Fang Zhiyi pressed his lips together. How did someone this stupid ever become prime minister?
Now, standing in the grand hall, he watched as the emperor frowned.
"My esteemed ministers, what are your thoughts on Wei Kaiyuan of the Liang family raising a volunteer army?"
The officials exchanged glances.
By now, the war advocates had either been pushed out of court or dismissed outright. Those remaining were all staunch appeasers.
Fang Zhiyi felt the emperor’s gaze lingering on him.
Damn it, trying to make me the scapegoat?
He stayed silent. Eventually, a minister behind him stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, this old servant believes Wei Kaiyuan’s actions are too reckless. They risk provoking the northern tribes. If they retaliate, the people of Yan will suffer."
Once one spoke, others followed.
The emperor kept glancing at Fang Zhiyi. Why wasn’t the old fox chiming in today?
He cleared his throat. "Minister Fang, what do you think?"
What do I think? I think I’m standing here watching this farce!
But aloud, he said, "Your Majesty’s will is my command."
The emperor paused. The words weren’t wrong, but... He sighed. "Wei Kaiyuan has fought tirelessly. He must be exhausted..."
Fang Zhiyi kept his head lowered.
Luckily, someone else picked up the thread. "Your Majesty, perhaps Prime Minister Fang could send someone to recall Wei Kaiyuan—both to celebrate his victories and explain the situation. The northern tribes are too powerful to confront directly."
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow. So, you’re dragging me into this?
Fine.
"Minister Fang, what do you think?" the emperor pressed.
"I obey Your Majesty’s decree," Fang Zhiyi replied flatly.
The emperor was satisfied.
After court, Fang Zhiyi cursed under his breath all the way home.
His son, dressed flamboyantly, returned at the same time with a few servants in tow.
"Father, you’re back?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him. "Where have you been?"
"Me? I went to the temple fair. The women there today—absolutely stunning!" His son grinned.
Already in a foul mood, Fang Zhiyi slowly walked over. "Oh? Tell me, how stunning?"
"Incredibly! Especially that one—what was her name again?" He turned to his servant, who answered with a smile, "Shen Xun, the palace guard commander’s wife."
"Yes, yes! Like a fairy descended from heaven." Fang Bufan was practically drooling. "Father, help me arrange a meeting with Shen Xun, won’t you?" Shen Xun was just a lowly guard commander—no different from the head of their household servants. His father could easily make it happen.
Then he could do this, and that, and—heh.
Lost in his fantasy, he suddenly noticed his father stepping back.
"Father, what are you doing?"
"Getting a running start."
"Running start?"
Then he saw his father’s shoe sole coming closer. His mind went blank as his face met what felt like a charging stallion. He flew back over a meter.
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.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
