"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!"
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
