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.
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."
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?
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!"
