The only difference was the presence of Fang Zhiyi as an onlooker. The Chen couple, frantic after failing to reach their daughter by phone, were at a loss—without the money, their son would be in danger. A passerby kindly informed them they’d seen a girl entering a hotel.
The Chens rushed upstairs to search, followed shortly by the Gu parents. Mrs. Chen, putting on a dramatic scene, pressured the hotel front desk into opening the room door. Everyone was met with the sight of Gu Xiuyuan and Gu Xiaoxiao lying naked in each other’s arms.
Gu Xiuyuan, still dazed, took a slap to the face—then a second, then a third. When his eyes finally focused, he saw his father’s enraged expression and instinctively covered his head.
"You beast! What have you done?!"
Meanwhile, Mrs. Chen, who’d orchestrated their arrival, crossed her arms smugly. "Now, now, in-law, no need for such temper."
"Y-you—don’t spout nonsense!" Mrs. Gu’s fingers trembled.
"Nonsense? No wonder your family didn’t want my daughter back. Who’d have thought… your son had his eyes on her!" Mrs. Chen’s face lit up with triumph. Now that things had come to this, it was simple—their adopted daughter had become their daughter-in-law, and the dowry would be substantial!
"You—!"
Gu Xiuyuan looked down to see Gu Xiaoxiao clutching the sheets in panic. Gritting his teeth, he shielded her. "Stop hitting me, Dad! It was all my fault—I forced her!"
The admission only fueled Mr. Gu’s fury.
Gu Xiaoxiao quickly chimed in, "He forced me!"
For a split second, Gu Xiuyuan felt a pang of hurt, but he swallowed it. "It’s done. Blame me if you must!"
By the time they left the hotel, rumors had already spread—whispers of a brother and sister entangled in scandal. The Gu parents burned with humiliation, while the Chens gloated.
Gu Panxi, meanwhile, remained entirely unaware. The Gu family hadn’t even thought to inform her.
She simply eyed the scrawny young man before her. "You sure you can keep up as my sparring partner?"
Xiao Jingran nodded miserably. What choice did he have? If he didn’t win over the protagonist, he’d never complete his mission.
Gu Panxi delivered a spinning kick, and Xiao Jingran—despite his padding—hit the floor unconscious.
She scoffed and turned to the punching bag instead.
Xiao Jingran had tried other approaches. Once, he’d arranged for some burly thugs to corner Gu Panxi, planning a heroic rescue. But when he stepped out after his dramatic countdown, he found the thugs already sprawled on the ground—and Gu Panxi twisting a steel pipe in her hands, the metal warping under her grip.
When she suddenly turned, he barely ducked behind a wall in time. In that instant, he sensed something he’d only ever felt in the most perilous of worlds—pure, unadulterated killing intent.
His system couldn’t take it anymore. "Host, how about some prop assistance?"
Xiao Jingran agreed. He’d been saving his points, but at this rate, he’d die here without them.
The system supplied talismans—except unbeknownst to him, the moment he stuck one on, the little black shadow (Xiao Hei) would peel it right off. What should’ve weakened Gu Panxi only led to her nearly smashing his skull in.
After several failed attempts, both Xiao Jingran and his system were at their wits’ end.
Why was this so absurd?
Was this the protagonist’s power?
These days, Gu Panxi divided her time between studying and mixed martial arts. Fang Zhiyi had told her she’d achieve greatness—and for the first time, she had a goal. She trained harder than anyone.
Next time she saw her "boss," she’d earn his approval!
"Boss, how should we assign the new recruits from North City?" Xu Jiabo asked.
Fang Zhiyi smacked him. "Recruits? What are we, a gang?"
Rubbing his sore shoulder, Xu Jiabo corrected himself. "I mean the new students."
"Check who’s free and schedule them."
"Got it."
The Shura After-School Study Group had gained quite the reputation. Parents were lining up to enroll their kids, and Fang Zhiyi was thrilled—who knew this could turn a profit?
Outside a middle school:
"Hey, twerp!" Three hulking delinquents cornered a scrawny student.
Other kids veered away, not wanting trouble.
"Lunch money. Now."
"Run! Run and shout the vocabulary words!"
"What’re you yapping about? Think you can fool me? That’s not how you spell it!"
The scrawny kid nearly cried. Since when were street thugs this well-educated?
Gu Xiaoxiao, now officially Chen Xiaoxiao, had been sent back to her biological parents in disgrace. No matter how much the Gu family had loved her, the scandal made it impossible. She returned to a rundown shack—and a crippled older brother.
Mr. Chen’s shouts echoed through the house. Already biased toward sons, his disdain for this daughter grew with her earlier defiance. Only Mrs. Chen’s dreams of a hefty dowry held him back. Chen Xiaoxiao, drowning in self-pity, couldn’t understand how things had come to this.
But in the Chen household, daughters worked—even "valuable" ones.
As for the Gu family, Gu Xiuyuan’s relationship with his father had frozen over. He couldn’t fathom why they’d send his sister back to suffer. So what if they’d slept together? They weren’t related by blood!
His outrageous stance sent Mr. Gu into a rage-induced collapse.
But Gu Xiuyuan stood firm. He sought out Chen Xiaoxiao, now resolved to protect her forever.
Finally, the Gu parents remembered their actual daughter. One phone call later, Gu Panxi arrived.
Seeing their biological daughter—noticeably more muscular—Mr. Gu didn’t dare raise his voice.
When she handed him water, the cup cracked. Four more followed. Mrs. Gu asked her to help her father to the hospital—but one tug from Gu Panxi, and Mr. Gu passed out, his arm dislocated.
After a few such incidents, the Gu parents stopped asking for her help.
Not that they could fault her otherwise. She was flawless—just… excessively strong?
Gu Panxi eventually learned about the family drama. The sister-turned-sister-in-law twist surprised her, but little else.
"Panxi, what do you think?" Mrs. Gu, desperate for input, finally asked.
Gu Panxi shook her head. "I don’t know."
"How can you not know?" Mrs. Gu fumed. This was their only daughter left, and she had nothing to say? If only Xiaoxiao were here—she’d know what to do…
"Because I never really lived with you…" Gu Panxi murmured, her hands nervously gripping the IV stand beside her. Under her grip, the metal bent visibly.
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.
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.
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."
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."
