"Your Majesty, today's military report." Fang Zhiyi calmly handed the document to the Emperor.
The Emperor glared at him. "Fang Zhiyi, how dare you imprison me! Aren't you afraid of the people's wrath?"
"Wrath?" Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "You're a tyrant, and I'm a treacherous minister. Haven't we always deserved condemnation?"
"You scoundrel! Let's see how long you last. If I don't attend court for days, the ministers will grow suspicious. Loyalist armies will soon arrive—do you really think you'll survive?"
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. "The loyalist armies might be delayed. They're currently following your decree to suppress the Hu tribes."
"You—you forged an imperial edict!"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head again. "The edict was real, and so was the seal. Hardly a forgery."
The Emperor pointed at the names on the report.
"Duke of Liang, General Huang, General Xin—they are all loyal to the Great Yan dynasty. Do you really think you’ll live to see the end of this?" His voice trembled with fury.
Fang Zhiyi clicked his tongue. "Actually, I have an idea. It won’t be long now."
Seeing his smile, the Emperor felt an inexplicable chill.
For years, the Great Yan had suffered under Hu oppression, forcing three relocations of the capital. But now, with ample supplies, weapons, and the Emperor’s own decree, the armies finally unleashed their pent-up rage.
In just a year, the empire’s territory expanded by more than half.
Then, news arrived—the Emperor had passed away!
The sudden announcement stunned every general on the battlefield. The Emperor was dead?
Leaving some troops behind to secure the land and clean up, the armies hurried back. On the way, another message reached them—the Crown Prince had ascended the throne!
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi stood before the new Emperor. "If the Hu tribes return one day, how will Your Majesty respond?"
The Crown Prince hesitated. "Well... peace through diplomacy?" He had always emulated his father, indulging in pleasures within the Eastern Palace, demanding money when he ran out, and occasionally visiting brothels. Never had he imagined being dragged onto the throne so abruptly.
Faced with Fang Zhiyi’s question, the only answer that came to mind was surrender—ceding land, paying tribute, and submitting.
Fang Zhiyi sighed in disappointment.
Soon, the returning generals received more shocking news.
"The new Emperor has passed away!"
"The Second Prince has ascended at the late Emperor’s bier!"
The generals quickened their pace.
"The Second Prince has died of a sudden illness!"
"The Eldest Son of Prince Fu has taken the throne!"
Even fools could tell something was wrong.
"Fang Zhiyi has committed treason, murdering the Emperor! The court officials have been purged—some dismissed, others executed along with their families!"
Fang Bufan followed Wei Kaiyuan, listening as each report arrived, his heart pounding in his throat.
Had his father gone mad?
Thankfully, the capital was near. They could already glimpse the distant city walls.
"If foreign invaders come, how will Your Majesty respond?" Fang Zhiyi asked, his tone bored. The imperial bloodline of Great Yan was truly a joke—what kind of rulers were these?
"If enemies invade, I will lead the army myself!" The young man’s voice was firm.
Fang Zhiyi looked at him in surprise. Had a competent heir finally emerged from the collateral line?
The boy’s hands trembled slightly, but his eyes showed no fear. "If a treacherous minister seizes power, I will raise the Emperor’s sword and cut him down!"
Fang Zhiyi abruptly stood.
The young man swallowed hard.
"Good! Good! Remember your words today!" Fang Zhiyi laughed heartily. "Finally, I’ve hit the jackpot!"
In the 35th year of the new era, the Hu tribes were annihilated. Great Yan swept across the northern frontier, unstoppable.
That same year, the treacherous minister Fang Zhiyi poisoned the Emperor, installed the Crown Prince, poisoned him a day later, then saw the Second Prince ascend—only for the Second Prince to die suddenly. The Eldest Son of Prince Fu took the throne, but the new Emperor denounced Fang Zhiyi’s treason. Fang Zhiyi laughed and left. When the loyalist armies entered the capital, Fang Zhiyi had already been slain by Generals Shen Xun and Li Li.
Considering Fang Bufan’s battlefield merits and his estrangement from his father, the new Emperor pardoned him, stripping him of all titles and reducing him to a commoner.
In the 38th year, Fang Bufan returned from a day of hunting, handed the game to his wife, and called for Ah Bao. After changing clothes, he left for an unmarked grave—only to find someone had arrived before him.
"You’ve grown darker, young Fang," the Duke of Liang remarked.
Fang Bufan nodded. "Greetings, Your Grace."
Wei Kaiyuan patted his shoulder. The group stood silently before the blank tombstone.
Two more arrived—Shen Xun and Li Li.
Fang Zhiyi had been right. None of them were fools. With a little thought, they understood his intentions—even the new Emperor knew. Otherwise, Fang Bufan would never have been spared, nor would Fang Zhiyi’s grave remain standing.
But the world needed an explanation. Fang Zhiyi’s regicide was inexcusable.
When they ransacked his home, they found it empty—no treasures, no luxuries. Even the vases and paintings had been sold to fund military supplies.
The grand buildings he’d constructed for the court and the late Emperor? Within a year, they crumbled. Wei Kaiyuan led the demolition, revealing the shoddiest materials. The people cursed Fang Zhiyi as a corrupt official.
"Your father... wasn’t a good man," Old Man Huang said, arriving late. "But if I meet him in the afterlife, I’ll buy him a drink."
Fang Bufan was silent for a long time before speaking. "He was no loyal subject... but he loved his country."
Wei Kaiyuan took a deep breath. "Alright, let’s go! Didn’t you promise to introduce me to your daughter? I hope she doesn’t take after you—that’d be a tragedy."
"Can’t you say anything nice?" The Duke of Liang kicked him. "A man without a wife dares to mock others?"
"Almost there, almost."
"Hahaha! Young Wei, I have a distant cousin—plump and fair-skinned..."
"That description sounds odd."
"It’s how Fang—er, the old man—would’ve put it. I think it’s fitting."
"Wait—Brother Shen, you called my father ‘old man.’ Are you trying to claim seniority over me?"
"He’s been plotting this for a while."
"Li Li, shut up."
Ah Bao trailed behind, glancing back repeatedly before wiping his tears and hurrying after them.
"Quick Transmigration Bureau, huh?" Little Hei watched as a beam of light descended.
"Hm? Who’s that?" Fang Zhiyi paused mid-step.
"Dunno. Want me to eat that system?"
"Fifty percent chance they’re here for us," Fang Zhiyi analyzed.
"No kidding."
A streak of light shot toward them. Little Hei grinned. "They’re attacking first!" It snapped its jaws around the light, rolling on the ground. Fang Zhiyi observed for a moment.
"Move! More incoming!"
Several more beams crashed down.
Little Hei gulped with difficulty. "Exposed? Let’s go!"
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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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."
