The entire team went together to apologize and compensate the woman—out of their own pockets, of course—before she finally left satisfied.
"You lot should stop acting so high and mighty! Using official authority to intimidate me, huh?" The woman shot them a disdainful glare. "Luckily, someone told me the truth—you’re just a bunch of trespassing scum!"
One of the teammates bristled with anger, but Mo Ran caught onto something. "Who told you that?"
The woman snorted, ready to leave—she was tired of arguing.
But Mo Ran grabbed her arm. "Who told you?!" His grip was tight.
The woman shrieked, "What are you doing? Help! Murder! Robbery!"
Her cries drew the attention of onlookers, and soon a crowd gathered. "Hey, you! That’s going too far!"
"Captain, let go, let go," someone whispered urgently.
Mo Ran stared at the woman, then slowly released her. A terrible suspicion had taken root in his mind. Without another word, he shoved through the crowd and ran. His teammates were stunned, left to apologize profusely to the bystanders.
Mo Ran rushed back to the residential building, took the elevator to Fang Zhiyi’s apartment, and fumbled for the light switch in the darkness.
Soon, his teammates caught up.
"Captain..." They had no idea why their usually composed leader was acting so erratically today. Their superiors had already chewed them out once for the earlier incident.
"He never left!" Mo Ran realized. The snake demon had watched them leave from the balcony, then calmly packed his belongings. Now, as Mo Ran searched the rooms, his suspicions were confirmed—the clothes and other items were gone.
Entering the bathroom, he found the floor still damp. On the wall was a message:
By the time you read this, I’ll be long gone. Don’t miss me.
Next to it was a drawn handprint—like a farewell.
He’d even had the audacity to take a leisurely shower!
The side of Mo Ran’s face where he’d been slapped earlier throbbed faintly. Now, the snake demon had humiliated him again. Staring at the message, he could almost see Fang Zhiyi’s mocking grin. That handprint wasn’t a goodbye—it was a reminder of the slap.
Rage surged through him. Mo Ran slammed his fist into the wall.
"Captain!" his teammates cried out.
The tiles cracked, several pieces clattering to the floor. On the other side, a female tenant—mid-shower—locked eyes with Mo Ran for a few awkward seconds.
"Ah! Pervert! Someone help!"
They fled, but not fast enough. The commotion drew curious residents into the hallway, and some recognized them immediately.
"These guys again?"
Mo Ran’s team faced another round of complaints. Their superiors managed to hush it up, but reprimands, suspension, and salary deductions to repair the wall were unavoidable.
Outside the office, the team stood uneasily as their leader was berated inside.
"That wall shouldn’t have been that flimsy," one teammate grumbled.
"The snake demon played us again," the only calm member, a girl, said. "He bet on the captain punching that wall."
"Captain’s face has been thoroughly slapped today," someone muttered. The girl shot him a glare.
Xiao Wu shrugged. "I’m just saying he shouldn’t have lost his temper."
The burly teammate shoved him. "Keep running your mouth, Xiao Wu, and I’ll shut it for you."
Xiao Wu fell silent, though resentment simmered inside. They’d been scolded repeatedly, and now their pay was cut. The others might not care, but he needed the money.
Still, he kept his complaints to himself.
---
Fang Zhiyi hopped off the bus and took a deep breath—then nearly choked.
He’d forgotten he was now a demon. Though in human form, his serpentine senses were sharp, and the station’s mix of odors overwhelmed him.
But soon, a sweet fragrance cut through the stench.
Following the scent, he spotted a boy selling flowers from a bucket, the blooms so fresh they might’ve been picked moments ago.
The boy was cheerfully pitching his wares when Fang Zhiyi slung an arm around his shoulders.
The boy’s smile vanished.
"Y-you want to buy flowers?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "No. I need a favor."
The boy trembled. "I-I’m just a nobody, trying to scrape by..."
"Relax, I’m a snake, not a rabbit. I don’t eat plants." Fang Zhiyi knew how to comfort someone.
The boy looked ready to cry. "You’re going to eat me?"
After some explaining, Fang Zhiyi learned the flower-selling demon was named Hua Feifei, a flower spirit who’d lived here for a decade, making a humble living selling blooms in crowded areas.
"The big demon you mentioned—I haven’t heard of him. But the most powerful demon in this city is called Tiger Lord. No idea where he is, though. Word is, he’s elusive."
Fang Zhiyi nodded, then shoved a wad of cash into Hua Feifei’s hands. "Open a proper flower shop."
Hua Feifei gaped as Fang Zhiyi walked away. Demons of his stature really throw money around...
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Fang Zhiyi wandered the streets, fascinated by the novelty of it all.
A deer demon, fleeing city inspectors, pulled his cart at breakneck speed. A spider demon deftly installed an AC unit outside a mall. Two ox demons unloaded furniture from a moving truck.
Observing them, Fang Zhiyi noticed a pattern: most demons here lived quietly, working human jobs, docile to a fault.
"To push these demons into war with humans… Mo Ran really is something else," Fang Zhiyi mused aloud.
He stopped to eat at a restaurant run by a dog demon. Worried about drool in his food, Fang Zhiyi kept glancing at the owner—who shrank under his gaze.
By the time Fang Zhiyi went to pay, the dog demon stammered, "It’s on the house."
"Do I look like someone who skips on bills?" Fang Zhiyi slapped the money onto the table.
The dog demon shook his head, but his eyes screamed Yes.
Fang Zhiyi left the cash and walked out, this time consciously suppressing his demonic aura to near-undetectable levels.
After exploring the city, he settled on a curb to wait for nightfall.
As the streets emptied, Fang Zhiyi’s sensitive nose struggled with the urban stench. One deep breath, and he’d ascend to the heavens—literally.
Just as he pondered this, a voice called from behind.
"Hey, handsome. Fancy a drink?"
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.
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."
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.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
