The next day, the Chen family welcomed a man dressed in extravagant clothing, with Xue following behind him. The Chens received him with nervous deference.
The man declared that his daughter was grown and beyond his control, then proceeded to discuss the wedding arrangements. Upon learning that the Chen family couldn’t produce the money at the moment, his expression darkened.
"What kind of joke is this?!" he snapped, dragging his daughter away in anger.
This outburst finally convinced the Chen family of the situation’s legitimacy.
So the entire family mobilized and tracked down Chen Xiaoxiao at the hospital.
Gu Panxi knocked Xiao Jingran flat with a single punch before answering her phone.
"Come to Central Hospital, quick! Your father’s dying!"
Gu Panxi hung up, glanced at Xiao Jingran struggling to get up, and delivered another punch for good measure. A trainee who had been waiting nearby stepped forward and carried Xiao Jingran to his designated cot—everyone knew it was reserved for him.
She rushed to the hospital but arrived a step too late. The scene before her was chaotic: Chen Xiaoxiao’s mother was yanking her hair while beating her, Gu Xiuyuan had Chen Azhi pinned to the ground, Chen's Father was perched on Gu Xiuyuan’s back, pulling his hair, and Gu's Mother wailed on the sidelines.
It was more chaotic than a world war.
"Enough!" Gu Panxi took a deep breath.
Her roar instantly silenced the room, and everyone turned to look at her.
"You… you’re that wretched girl?" Chen's Mother blurted after squinting at her for a moment.
Gu Panxi cracked her knuckles, the sound like popping beans. "What did you say?"
Chen's Mother shrank back. "N-no, Miss Gu." She muttered to herself, How did this girl turn out like this? I remember her being tiny and short before!
"Panxi! Hurry! They—they drove your father to his death!" Gu's Mother cried, seeing her as a savior.
Gu Panxi scanned the room, and whoever her gaze landed on immediately lowered their head in discomfort.
After surveying the scene, she strode into the back room and saw her father, who had died from sheer rage.
"Panxi… what do we do now?" Gu's Mother sobbed behind her, utterly distraught.
Gu Panxi sighed. "Give him a grand funeral."
Gu's Mother froze, but as she stared at her daughter’s figure, an inexplicable sense of security washed over her.
"Listen up. My father is dead, so whatever grudges you have, settle them outside. If any of you get in my way—" She gripped the armrest of a chair, veins bulging in her arm, and crushed it until the metal bent.
"Understood, understood. The deceased must be respected," Chen's Mother said quickly, eager to placate her. She vividly remembered how she used to abuse "that wretched girl" and feared retaliation. She immediately dragged a reluctant Chen Azhi out.
Gu Panxi then turned to Gu Xiuyuan, whose face was scratched up, looking utterly pathetic.
"You two—get out too."
"What?!" Gu Xiuyuan flared up, ready to argue, but then felt his collar seized as he was lifted into the air. Gu Panxi glanced at Chen Xiaoxiao, who shuddered. "I’ll leave on my own."
Gu Panxi was satisfied. The training Fang Zhiyi had put her through hadn’t just strengthened her body—it had forged her will into steel.
As she left with Gu's Mother, she saw the Chen family still brawling with her brother and his wife outside the hospital. She spared them only a glance before looking away.
After her father’s funeral, Gu Panxi hurried back to the training grounds.
The competition was approaching, and she refused to let trivial matters disrupt her progress.
Meanwhile, the feud between the Chen and Gu families deepened. On the day of Gu's Father’s funeral, Xue and her father returned to the Chens, demanding an answer. Since the Chens still had no money, Xue’s father forcibly separated the couple, dragging Xue away as she kept looking back.
Chen Azhi lost his mind. Xue’s phone was disconnected, and he spent his days staring blankly at the front door.
The Chen parents, agonizing over the lost dowry and their son’s misery, redirected all their resentment toward Chen Xiaoxiao.
After the incident, Gu's Mother moved out, too heartbroken to acknowledge her son and daughter-in-law.
Thus began Gu Xiuyuan and Chen Xiaoxiao’s "blissful" married life—interrupted every few days by the Chen family barging in to cause trouble.
Chen Azhi even went to Gu Xiuyuan’s workplace to make a scene, costing him his job.
Exhausted physically and mentally, the couple lived in misery. This time, Chen Xiaoxiao lacked the cunning she had in the original storyline—too drained by the Chen family’s harassment to scheme against others. The constant strife also drove a wedge between her and Gu Xiuyuan. They went from supporting each other to despising each other, arguing daily until Chen Xiaoxiao smashed everything left in the house.
Finally, she snapped. After a drunken Chen Azhi stormed in again, she grabbed a knife and chased him down, while Gu Xiuyuan stood by, watching coldly.
Chen Xiaoxiao was sent to prison, and Chen Azhi fell into a coma.
Gu Xiuyuan packed his bags to leave, but Chen's parents cornered him at home, demanding compensation for their son.
With no options left, he tried to sell the house—only to realize it was under his parents’ name. In a scuffle with Chen's Father, he fought back, and with one shove, Chen's Father hit his head on the steps, blood pooling beneath him. Terrified, Gu Xiuyuan pushed Chen's Mother away and fled.
But a tip from a bystander led the police straight to him.
Now, Gu Xiuyuan was behind bars too.
Chen's Mother, left to care for two injured men, spent her days shuttling between the hospital and searching for Gu's Mother, demanding compensation.
"Host, the situation is spiraling out of control," the system said uneasily. "The original villains, the Chens, are crippled, the Gu family is in ruins… except for Gu Panxi."
"Do you think Gu Panxi is a reincarnator?" Xiao Jingran asked.
The system denied it. "No, she isn’t… I detected nothing."
"Then where did things go wrong?" Xiao Jingran pondered.
"Host—"
"Quiet. I think someone’s pulling strings behind the scenes—probably another transmigrator!" he mused.
"Host—"
"First, I need to analyze everyone and see who else is acting suspicious besides Gu Panxi…"
"Host—"
"Stop calling me, it’s annoying—" Xiao Jingran looked up and met a pair of smiling eyes.
"Uh… who are you?" He didn’t recognize the man.
Only the system sensed something amiss.
"Host, I can’t scan him…"
"What?"
"That means he’s either a transmigrator of a higher rank than you… or…"
The man sighed. "No need to guess. My name is Fang Zhiyi."
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?
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?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
