He clearly remembered it was Lin Meilan's idea, and vividly recalled how she abandoned him to save herself that night.
During his time inside, he had been preparing for revenge.
He knew Lin Meilan well—lazy, cunning, and slippery, just like him. Even if she ran, she wouldn't get far.
It only took two months for Ma Tiao to track her down. She was working at a nightclub now, using thick makeup to hide her aged face. When she saw Ma Tiao standing before her, Lin Meilan forced an unnatural, fake smile.
What followed was a brutal beating.
From that day on, Lin Meilan’s already miserable life grew worse. Ma Tiao lived off her earnings.
"You owe me."
"You think I won’t tell the cops you were my accomplice back then?"
She was completely at his mercy. Unconsciously, she began walking the same path as her own son in the original storyline.
Ma Tiao often took the money she earned and brought other women home. The slightest dissatisfaction from him would earn her another beating. Lin Meilan felt like she was living in hell.
But she was an adult, with more mature thoughts than a child, so she ran away.
She lasted three days before Ma Tiao found her again. This time, the beating was even worse.
And it was then that Little Hei fed her the original plot.
Lin Meilan lay weakly on the cold floor, watching Ma Tiao, drunk and satisfied, fall asleep. Her eyes were filled with fear and confusion—this wasn’t how it was supposed to be, not at all...
Even in death, she felt no regret, only resentment.
When Ma Tiao realized he had killed someone, he fled immediately. Now a wanted man, he could only work illegally in a black-market brick factory. Between beatings from men even crueler than him and eating spoiled food, it was like falling into another hell. His mind grew increasingly unstable—until the police raided the factory. Ma Tiao was so grateful he willingly held out his hands for the cuffs.
But when faced with a death sentence, fear gripped him again.
"In the original plot, they only got three years," Little Hei remarked. "This time, justice was served."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. He finished cooking and looked up at the sky.
A moment later, Zhao Yumei stepped into the courtyard after her walk—then froze mid-step.
"You noticed?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "A long time ago."
"When?"
"The first time you cursed at me. Still too polite." He studied her.
Zhao Yumei paused, her wrinkled face breaking into a grin. "My mission was to protect this kid. The Fang family is full of wolves, but this child... he suffered too much. Otherwise..."
"Now, all who deserved it are dead." Fang Zhiyi stood. "I’m curious—where’s your system?"
Zhao Yumei chuckled. "I’m no rookie. Don’t need flashy systems." She raised her hand, light flickering in her palm. "The Bureau’s already pinpointed your transmigration signature. Fang Zhiyi—no, my dear grandson."
"Still trying to claim seniority at a time like this?" Fang Zhiyi laughed, then glanced skyward again. "If I leave now, what will you do?"
Zhao Yumei also looked up. "If you go, then of course I’ll—" She met his gaze, and Fang Zhiyi suddenly shrank back. "Granny, why—why are you looking at me like that?"
"What kind of person just runs off like that?" Zhao Yumei grumbled, eyeing her now-timid grandson with a click of her tongue. "Go pack. Tomorrow, I’m taking you to the city."
"The city?" Fang Zhiyi blinked.
"Used your father’s money to invest in some businesses. From now on, you’re a city boy!" she declared.
Joy flashed across Fang Zhiyi’s face. "Really?"
"Really." Zhao Yumei nodded. She couldn’t abandon him—not after all he’d endured.
"I’ll let you off this time... Truth is, I owe you one. Would’ve been tricky for me to intervene otherwise." She muttered to herself, "Damn Fast Transmigration Bureau, ordering me around. Hmph."
No one expected it—not even Fang Zhiyi—but after the original host’s death, Zhao Yumei was the most heartbroken. Crude as she was, she knew he was her grandson. Fang Zhiyi and his father were different from her other two sons—they visited her, endured her temper in short bursts. The others? Selfish, rotten to the core.
So Zhao Yumei made one last reckless deal after death: her soul in exchange for her grandson’s safety.
Thus, a wanted hunter and a high-level transmigrator became grandmother and grandson.
If she could take advantage, she would—no reason to let Fang Zhiyi off too easy. Hence the chores. But over time, she realized he wasn’t the monster the Bureau made him out to be. He just wanted things set right.
Fang Jianjun grew old. His sons followed his example, treating him and his wife poorly—especially the eldest, who never forgot the slap Fang Jianjun gave him for disrespecting Grandma. Their family remained fractured.
Fang Jianshe eventually divorced Liu Yun. He tried repeatedly to see Zhao Yumei but was turned away. Liu Yun took the children and left.
After Fang Zhiyi slipped away, Zhao Yumei focused on raising her grandson properly—moving him to the city, securing him a good education, even teaching him herself at times. The original host grew quickly.
But his memories were jumbled. He remembered choosing his grandmother, remembered her protection, yet his mother’s face had blurred beyond recognition. Grandma used to curse a lot, but after moving to the city, she stopped.
Zhao Yumei lived long enough to see Fang Zhiyi through high school before traveling the world, transforming from a rural crone into a dignified matriarch. Her grandson remained devoted, even arranging her funeral after she passed—shortly after overseeing his wedding.
And not long after she was gone...
Fang Zhiyi materialized mid-air.
"You’re so boring, just lurking here watching?" Little Hei teased.
Fang Zhiyi patted its head. "You don’t get it. They’ll think I’ve been gone for ages, but I never left. That’s called hiding in plain sight."
"Oh... Sun Tzu stuff?" Little Hei pretended to understand.
Fang Zhiyi watched his "other self" weeping below and sighed. "They said they’ve figured out my transmigration pattern. What now?"
Little Hei grinned. "Then we fight fair." It paused. "Find worlds the Bureau can’t swarm. One-on-one, we win. Two? No problem. Three? Still our advantage."
"Don’t tell me the next world is..."
Little Hei’s smile turned sly. "Funny coincidence, huh?"
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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
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."
