Fang Zhiyi turned around and saw a stunningly beautiful woman dressed provocatively with an alluring expression.
"Where?"
The woman pointed not far away. Squinting, Fang Zhiyi hadn’t noticed there was a door there.
"Perfect timing—I’m thirsty. Let’s go."
The woman beamed, looping her arm through his, and Fang Zhiyi didn’t pull away.
She led him into the unremarkable bar. The interior was typical for such places, except for the sparse crowd—only a few men drinking in the corner. The bartender glanced at Fang Zhiyi and the girl before resuming his glass-polishing.
The girl sat across from Fang Zhiyi, deftly picking up the menu to order.
Fang Zhiyi simply watched her.
Once the drinks were ordered, the girl smirked at him, eyes gleaming with smugness. "I’m Yuanyuan. And you, handsome?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "No need for you to know."
Yuanyuan pouted. "Ooh, playing mysterious, huh?"
The drinks arrived quickly. Yuanyuan seemed eager, immediately popping open every bottle.
At the same time, the bartender spoke up. "Hello, we operate on a pay-first policy here. Your tab comes to eighteen thousand eight hundred. Who’s settling it?"
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. "Don’t look at me. Whoever opened them pays."
Yuanyuan’s face darkened. "What kind of man pinches pennies like this? Fine, let’s split it—half each."
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "No."
The bartender narrowed his eyes. "Buddy, trying to skip out on the bill?"
At his words, the men in the corner stood and began approaching.
"Out of respect for you being a fellow demon, I’ll give you a discount. Don’t push your luck," the bartender said.
A surge of demonic energy gradually filled the bar. Fang Zhiyi watched as the energy coalesced behind them into the forms of savage boars. He chuckled. "Local gangs these days—no manners at all. Instead of welcoming a stranger with gifts, you jump straight to threats?"
Yuanyuan perched on the edge of the table. "Handsome, you’ve got looks, so here’s some advice: pay up and leave quietly. Otherwise, I can’t help you."
Fang Zhiyi glanced at the rat demon, then cracked his neck.
Instantly, an overwhelming demonic aura erupted from him. The boar demons saw it clearly—a colossal black serpent!
"Y-you…" The bartender faltered.
The bar’s doors and windows slammed shut on their own.
"Since when did Huan City get a demon like you?!"
Yuanyuan, the rat demon, had already scurried into a corner, trembling. Fang Zhiyi was a snake—her natural predator—and worse, he was a high-level demon.
"Do you have a boss?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
"Y-you think we’re—"
A deafening crash cut him off as one boar demon was sent flying, smashing through tables and chairs.
"You might wanna rethink—"
Another crash. Another demon was plastered against the wall.
"Listen here—"
As the last thug went airborne, the bartender found the right answer. "Tiger Lord! Our boss is Tiger Lord!"
Fang Zhiyi flexed his hand. "Next time, skip the tough-guy act and get to the point."
The bartender nodded frantically.
"Send someone to fetch him. I’ll wait right here." Fang Zhiyi settled into a more comfortable position.
Yuanyuan eagerly volunteered—staying here was torture for her.
Within half an hour, heavy footsteps echoed outside. A group of burly men pushed the door open, and a tiger demon strode in.
Fang Zhiyi studied him. Definitely not the one he was looking for.
But he could still be useful.
"So you’re the troublemaker?" The tiger demon oozed arrogance.
The bartender brightened. "Tiger Lord, it’s him! This snake demon came out of nowhere—beat up our guys and wrecked the place!"
The tiger demon’s eyes blazed as he advanced, radiating intimidation.
Fang Zhiyi stretched his fingers. Demon fights weren’t about fancy techniques—just raw strength and demonic power. He’d figured that out long ago, much like the physical cultivators of the immortal world.
Then, the tiger demon struck. Fang Zhiyi blinked.
The bartender was the one sent flying.
"You caused this mess? Beat him down!" The tiger demon barked. His men roared in agreement and lunged—at the bartender.
Fang Zhiyi was momentarily stunned.
"Senior, greetings, greetings!" The tiger demon extended a hand, grinning.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "You know me?"
"Not before today! But now we’re acquainted. Friends, right?"
Fang Zhiyi almost laughed. "I wrecked your bar."
"Good wrecking!"
"I beat your men."
"Good beating! They had it coming!"
"Wait—you’re not angry?" Fang Zhiyi couldn’t sit still.
The tiger demon waved it off. "If I’m angry, it’s at them for disrespecting you, Senior."
Fang Zhiyi stared. The tiger demon’s expression was pure sycophancy.
The tiger demon hadn’t risen to his position by being clever—he just knew his limits. The moment he’d entered, he sensed this snake demon was beyond him. So he’d decided: no defiance. Take the insults, smile through it—after all, who hits a smiling face? Once the snake demon left, life would go on.
"Tch. How’d you know I wanted to pick a fight?" Fang Zhiyi sighed.
The tiger demon froze, then chuckled. "Worked in a human company once. Took enough beatings to learn. After that, started my own business—smooth sailing ever since."
Fang Zhiyi nodded.
The tiger demon exhaled in relief.
"Your attitude’s good. But as your senior, I ought to teach you something."
The tiger demon adopted a humble posture.
"Humans, demons—nothing’s ever smooth sailing."
"What do you—"
SMACK!
Yuanyuan, peeking from the doorway, covered her face in terror. What had she dragged in here? Even Tiger Lord was no match? He was toying with him!
"Tiger Lord, was it?" Fang Zhiyi flexed his hand, eyeing the bruised and battered tiger demon.
"Just call me Little Tiger, Senior." The tiger demon had zero defiance left.
"Know why I hit you?"
The tiger demon shook his head.
"What exactly did you learn from humans? Huh? Scamming? Loan-sharking too?"
The tiger demon hesitated, then nodded.
"Pathetic." Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes. "Lucky you ran into me. Otherwise, the Demon Extermination Bureau would’ve skinned you alive."
The tiger demon stared blankly.
"Two tasks. Fail, and I’ll turn your hide into a seat cushion."
In a single night, Fang Zhiyi took control of Huan City’s largest underworld faction. These wannabe gangster demons were necessary—he needed manpower. Couldn’t do everything alone.
The next day, a group of carnivorous demons who specialized in preying on naive newcomers—demons or gullible humans—at train stations had just succeeded. They led a freshly arrived sheep demon to a warehouse on the outskirts and brought out a cauldron.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
