"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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
