Nan Zhi was thriving, so much so that Fang Zhiyi was constantly swamped with work.
The love-struck Yan Nanzhe, meanwhile, was blissfully immersed in his relationship with Chen Wanting, even announcing their impending marriage. His smug expression prompted Fang Zhiyi to kick him in annoyance.
Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.
However, Yan Beichen, who had relocated to City S, was struggling. He had asked Xie Yutang for money to start a business, but every venture ended in failure. Born into the role of a CEO, he had no idea how the lower ranks actually worked—his responsibilities had always been limited to strategizing, signing contracts, and meeting partners. Now, everything was different.
Soon, he burned through all his funds. Xie Yutang, heartbroken for her child, asked her family for more money. After two such requests, the Xie family cut them off.
Unable to cope with the setbacks, Yan Beichen turned to drinking and eventually developed a gambling habit. After tasting initial success, his bets grew increasingly reckless.
When debt collectors arrived with eviction notices, Xie Yutang broke down. She tried to leave with their child, screaming about divorce, but Yan Beichen refused. As long as she stayed, he believed the Xie family wouldn’t truly abandon them.
Xie Yutang was beaten for the first time in her life—by the man she had once loved most. Staring at his disheveled hair and sunken eyes from sleepless nights of gambling, she finally regretted her choices, but it was too late.
Yan Beichen dragged her and their child to a rundown neighborhood. While he remained glued to the mahjong table, he forbade their son from attending school to maintain control over Xie Yutang. With no other options, she took a job as a supermarket cashier, barely keeping the family afloat. Every few days, Yan Beichen forced her to call the Xie family for money. At first, they gave small amounts, but eventually, they hung up at the sight of her number—leading to more beatings.
Finally, Xie Yutang could take no more. She abandoned her child and fled in secret.
Yan Niantang had once been a bright child, but witnessing his father’s abuse left him timid and emotionally scarred. Deprived of education by Yan Beichen, the boy’s potential withered in his youth.
After Xie Yutang’s escape, Yan Beichen took Yan Niantang back to City A, demanding the Xie family hand her over. But the Xies weren’t pushovers—after hiring men to beat him a few times, Yan Beichen backed down. Instead, he turned to his son, delivering the boy to the Xie family in exchange for child support. He assumed they wouldn’t abandon their own flesh and blood, but they took the boy without giving him a single cent.
Having lost everything, Yan Beichen saw news of his younger brother’s upcoming marriage on TV. Watching the confident, successful young man, he froze for a moment.
Then his eyes lit up. Why hadn’t he thought of turning to his brother? In the past, he’d never stoop to begging, but times had changed.
Fang Zhiyi, alerted by the Xie family about Yan Beichen’s return, had been monitoring him. Just as he considered shipping the troublemaker abroad, an even more dramatic scene unfolded.
"Host, host, quick—grab some popcorn!" The system, now more human-like than ever, excitedly activated a live feed.
On his way to confront his brother, Yan Beichen ran into Xiao Ruoruo and Lin Moyan at a market entrance.
Though no longer dressed in finery, Xiao Ruoruo seemed content under Lin Moyan’s care. She didn’t recognize Yan Beichen at first, but when he called out "Ruoruo" in a daze, she turned, stunned. Fear flashed in her eyes before she quickly tugged Lin Moyan away, leaving Yan Beichen in disbelief.
After all their past love, she now pretended not to know him? Furious, he followed them.
"Birds of a feather," Fang Zhiyi remarked dryly.
The system nodded in agreement.
Xiao Ruoruo and Lin Moyan entered a residential complex, while Yan Beichen scaled the wall. When he crouched outside their door, what he heard shocked him.
Before the door even closed, the sound of blows erupted inside.
"You were eyeing that homeless guy? Are you that desperate?"
"What’s with that look? You got a problem?"
"You worthless slut! I’ll beat you to death!"
Fang Zhiyi frowned at the feed. "Lin Moyan… Thank goodness he ended up a vegetable in the original timeline."
Though Yan Beichen had also abused his wife, he couldn’t stand by now. He burst in and punched Lin Moyan square in the face.
"Beichen!" Xiao Ruoruo’s cry revealed his identity.
Lin Moyan sneered. "So that’s how it is! Still hung up on him, huh? Yan Beichen, you pathetic loser—look at your brother now, thriving while you’re worse than a stray dog without the Yan fortune!" He’d never forgotten how this spoiled heir had once stolen his woman, but back then, he’d been too cowardly to retaliate. Now, at least he had a job and a home, while this ragged beggar had nothing.
Enraged, Yan Beichen grabbed a fruit knife from the table and stabbed him.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi called the police.
Yan Beichen was imprisoned again—this time for breaking and entering and attempted murder. Lin Moyan survived, but in a cruel twist of fate, he reverted to a vegetative state.
Xiao Ruoruo seemed relieved, but she couldn’t leave. After years with Yan Beichen yielded nothing, and enduring Lin Moyan’s abuse, she was determined to claim his savings and apartment.
So Lin Moyan suffered in bed as Xiao Ruoruo repaid every past beating tenfold, laughing hysterically after each session.
But Fang Zhiyi had lost interest in their fates.
"Host, your mission is complete," the system announced. A strange force pulled Fang Zhiyi from the body, leaving him floating midair with the system as the original soul returned. After a moment of disorientation, the original host jumped for joy.
Someone barged in. "Let’s go! You’re my best man today—damn it, why aren’t you dressed yet?"
"Right, right! Just a sec!" The original host beamed.
Fang Zhiyi lingered briefly. The original host didn’t seek revenge but focused on building a happy life, marrying soon after.
Xiao Ruoruo dreamed of escape but stayed until Lin Moyan died in that bed.
As for Yan Beichen? He never made it out of prison, dying in a brawl behind bars.
Xie Yutang remained hidden with the Xie family. Both she and her son bore psychological scars, eventually sent abroad for treatment.
The brothers’ father received monthly support from Yan Nanzhe, who fulfilled his filial duty but refused to see him. The old man had no desire to return, content to be buried in his homeland after death.
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
