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."

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."

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!