Fang Zhiyi was well aware that this grandmother had an "advantage" most normal people wouldn't notice. She was fiercely protective—but only of those who stood on her side. The problem was, no one in the Fang Family could tolerate her.
Zhao Yumei had been in unusually good spirits these past few days. Years of living alone had left her lonely, and now that a grandson was bustling around her, she couldn’t help but feel delighted. Gradually, she began to accept him.
Children are the worst at hiding things.
On the third day, the Village Party Secretary came to inform Fang Zhiyi that the construction site had paid out compensation money, which was temporarily being held by the village committee.
Fang Zhiyi glanced back at the house—Grandma was still asleep.
No need to rush.
Then the drama began.
Eldest Uncle strode through their door, followed closely by Third Uncle and Third Aunt. But when Eldest Uncle reached out to grab Fang Zhiyi, the boy dodged backward, avoiding his grasp.
Eldest Uncle frowned, taken aback. "Zhiyi, come with me. From now on, you’ll live at my place."
Third Aunt hurried forward. "Zhiyi, come to our house instead!" She shot Eldest Uncle a challenging look.
Eldest Uncle turned and snapped, "I’m the eldest of the Fang Family! My brother died in an accident—it’s my duty to take care of his son!"
"Pah!" Third Aunt sneered. "Don’t make me laugh. You really expect us to believe you’re doing this out of kindness? Zhiyi, be a good boy and come with me."
Then another voice cut in. "You all act like I don’t even exist, huh?"
Eldest Uncle turned. "Aunt? What are you doing here?" His expression darkened. Her arrival never meant anything good.
Great-aunt huffed. "I’m a Fang too! The boy’s coming with me!" She jerked her chin at her grandson, who stomped over to Fang Zhiyi with an impatient, "Let’s go!"
Fang Zhiyi retreated again.
"Who said you could take him?" Eldest Uncle yanked Cousin Brother aside, nearly sending him stumbling. The boy gaped in shock.
"Rebellion, is it?" Great-aunt shrieked. "You little brute, how dare you lay hands on my grandson?"
She lunged at Eldest Uncle, clawing and pulling. He didn’t dare fight back, only dodged awkwardly.
Seeing the chaos, Third Aunt whispered to Fang Zhiyi, "Come on, I’ll make your favorite fried eggs."
Fang Zhiyi shook his head.
Another figure sauntered in—Cousin Uncle, looking as lazy as ever. He grinned at the crowd. "What’s all this? A family reunion to split the money?"
Instantly, all eyes turned to him. The blunt accusation made everyone shift uncomfortably.
"What’s it to you? This is a Fang Family matter!" Third Uncle snapped.
Cousin Uncle scoffed. "I’m the kid’s cousin uncle—why shouldn’t I be here?"
Before long, the argument turned physical. Just like in the original plot, the yard descended into chaos. Fang Zhiyi did his best to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
"Fang Zhiyi!" Cousin Brother hissed, seizing the chance to corner him. "If you don’t come with my grandma, I’ll beat you up every day from now on. And I know where you go to school."
Fang Zhiyi glimpsed a shadow behind him and smirked. "Cousin Brother, you’d hit me?"
"I—" Before he could finish, a hand shot up and slapped him hard across the face.
The crisp sound silenced the squabbling crowd.
"Grandma..." Fang Zhiyi whined, putting on a pitiful act.
Zhao Yumei stormed out of the house, her face thunderous. She’d been sleeping soundly until the noise outside grew unbearable.
"What’s with the long face? Disgraceful!" she barked at Fang Zhiyi. The boy rolled his eyes internally—this old woman really spared no one.
"Mom? You—you’re here?" Eldest Uncle stammered.
Zhao Yumei scanned the crowd. "Oh, so you still remember I’m your mother?"
Even the fiery Great-aunt took a step back. Fang Zhiyi stifled a laugh—just how formidable had Zhao Yumei been in her youth?
"You think I don’t know what you’re after? Trying to pocket your own brother’s blood money? Shameless beasts! Over my dead body!" Though aged, Zhao Yumei stood with the imposing aura of someone who could hold off an army single-handedly.
"You—you hit me?" Cousin Brother finally recovered, his face burning with humiliation.
"So what if I did?" Zhao Yumei pulled out a rusted kitchen knife from behind her back. "You dare threaten my grandson in front of me?"
The boy froze.
"Look at you spineless ingrates! Letting outsiders bully your own mother, and you just stand there?" Zhao Yumei’s voice was venomous. "Ungrateful wretches!"
Eldest Uncle snapped out of it and shoved Cousin Brother away. "Get lost!" The boy, still just a kid, fell hard on his backside.
"How dare you!" Great-aunt screeched.
Zhao Yumei turned to her, eyes sharp despite their age-clouded haze. "Fang Cui, itching for another lesson, are you?"
Great-aunt retreated another step. She’d suffered plenty at this sister-in-law’s hands in the past.
Then Zhao Yumei felt a tug on her sleeve. She looked down to see Fang Zhiyi clutching her clothes, gazing up at her with pleading eyes.
Something in her stirred.
"Starting today, Fang Zhiyi stays with me! Any objections?"
"Mom—" Third Uncle started.
Zhao Yumei cut him off with a glare. "Third Son, you’ve done well for yourself, haven’t you? Your brats don’t even recognize their own grandmother."
Third Uncle lowered his head guiltily. His wife had taught the kids to ignore Zhao Yumei—and he’d allowed it.
The standoff continued, everyone cowed by Zhao Yumei’s notorious temper.
Then, the village committee arrived in a hurry. The Village Party Secretary spotted Fang Zhiyi immediately. "Zhiyi, your mother’s here!"
The crowd turned in shock.
Lin Meilan, her face heavily made-up, swept into the yard. "My son!"
But before she could take two steps, Zhao Yumei shattered her act. "Well, well. If it isn’t my daughter-in-law who ran off with another man. Did the bastard dump you?"
Lin Meilan froze at the sight of her mother-in-law.
"Mom..." she mumbled weakly.
Zhao Yumei snorted. "Don’t ‘mom’ me. Get out!"
"Mom! I was tricked into leaving! The moment I heard about Zhiyi’s father’s death, I rushed back!" Lin Meilan pleaded.
Zhao Yumei’s glare could have pierced steel.
Perhaps sensing his lover’s distress, the bald man behind her stepped forward.
Zhao Yumei eyed him. "Goodness, you scared me. What’s this, little slut? Now you’re seducing monks?"
Fang Zhiyi bit his lip hard to keep from laughing—now was not the time.
"What did you say, you old hag?" the bald man roared, charging forward. But he’d forgotten one thing—while the Fang relatives hadn’t settled their dispute, they were still family.
Whether out of respect for Zhao Yumei as their elder or alarm at Lin Meilan’s sudden appearance, they weren’t about to let an outsider step in.
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.”
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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."
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.
