"What about your disciple?" Little Hei suddenly asked.
"He made his own choice. That kid has grown quite a bit," Fang Zhiyi remarked with a sigh. "Makes me feel old."
Little Hei silently handed over the storyline.
Fang Zhiyi, the third and youngest son of the Fang family, had always been doted on more than his eldest brother and second sister—a privilege that nurtured his arrogant and unruly nature.
From stealing eggs from neighbors to trade for candy, to tearing up his second sister’s study notes to make paper airplanes, Fang Zhiyi grew up causing trouble.
By seventeen, he was already mingling with local troublemakers, lured into gambling and accumulating massive debts. When debt collectors came knocking, his father collapsed in distress, while his mother begged door-to-door for loans to bail him out. Yet, Fang Zhiyi showed no remorse—instead, he gambled again, losing repeatedly until the family’s savings were drained.
Soon, he racked up another mountain of debt. Loan sharks arrived, and in the chaos, Eldest Brother Fang shielded him, only to have his leg shattered, leaving him permanently disabled. His father was hospitalized again—this time, he didn’t survive. His mother passed soon after. Second Sister Fang, desperate to settle his debts, married a widower, using the dowry to clear Fang Zhiyi’s name.
Still, Fang Zhiyi didn’t change. Then came a stroke of luck: their home was marked for demolition, and with the compensation money, he resumed his carefree life, living lavishly with his girlfriend, Wang Qianqian.
Miraculously, his reckless ventures even turned a profit—though he never spared a thought for his crippled brother or faraway sister, indulging only himself.
Wang Qianqian was… not the brightest.
Like the time she shattered a jade bracelet in a store, or when her car rolled backward into another vehicle, only for her to snap, "Yes, I reversed poorly, but you rear-ended me—so it’s your fault!"
The crowning idiocy? Buying an outrageously expensive vase, insisting it was an antique. Fang Zhiyi had it appraised—only to discover it was a fake. He beat Wang Qianqian black and blue, but she sobbed, blaming him for getting it "switched" during the appraisal.
Still, when Fang Zhiyi learned she was pregnant, he married her. Not long after, he suddenly collapsed and died—ending his wretched life. Wang Qianqian was arrested soon after: for poisoning him.
"Em… this guy was a real piece of work, huh?" Fang Zhiyi mused.
Little Hei nodded. "Compared to you, he was downright pathetic."
"Enough chatter. You’re holding back details, aren’t you?"
Little Hei admitted, "True. Wang Qianqian had a friend, Gao Jie, who fed her terrible advice and excelled at spreading rumors."
The next scene showed Gao Jie watching Wang Qianqian being hauled away by police, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"I don’t really get what she gained from it," Little Hei said.
Fang Zhiyi smirked. "Gained? You don’t understand the concept of ‘frenemies,’ do you?"
He glanced down at his clothes, then looked up—only to see his mother standing before him.
"Third Son, I’ve paid your debts. You mustn’t gamble again!" Her face was lined with wrinkles, her white hair disheveled.
Fang Zhiyi cursed the original owner inwardly but wore a repentant expression. "Mom, I was wrong. I won’t do it again."
She studied him, distrust clear in her eyes—she knew her son too well. With a sigh, she left.
Stepping outside, Fang Zhiyi saw Second Sister Fang doing handicrafts—extra work after her job to help repay debts. She lowered her head when she noticed him, silent. Words failed her when it came to her brother.
Fang's Father and Eldest Brother Fang were out working odd jobs—despite Fang's Father being past retirement age—all because of Fang Zhiyi’s mess.
As Fang Zhiyi headed for the door, Fang's Mother called out, "Third Son, where are you going?"
He waved her off. "Just taking a walk! Be back soon!"
The sigh behind him was unmistakable.
The economy was just recovering, poised for a boom in the coming years. Opportunities were everywhere—why waste it on gambling?
Little Hei shrank under Fang Zhiyi’s stare. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I’ve got an idea…"
At dinner, the Fang family gathered around a meager meal: a salted egg, pickled vegetables, and a bowl of boiled greens. The mood was heavy.
"Where’s Third Son?" Fang's Father grumbled.
Fang's Mother hesitated. "He said he needed air. Probably feeling cooped up."
Li Cuixia, Eldest Brother Fang’s wife, snorted. "Or he’s off gambling again."
Eldest Brother Fang glared. "Shut up and eat."
Li Cuixia huffed. She didn’t care—had it not been for that useless brother-in-law, their lives wouldn’t be like this.
"Am I wrong?"
"Let’s just eat," Second Sister Fang murmured.
But worry hung over the table. Every time Fang Zhiyi left, he either stirred trouble or gambled. They never knew when debt collectors would storm in.
As they silently shoveled rice, Fang Zhiyi returned. "Eating, huh?" he quipped, effortlessly mimicking the original’s smug tone.
"Third Son’s back! Let me get you a bowl," Fang's Mother said, rising—her doting unchanged.
"Mom, sit. I’ll serve myself." Fang Zhiyi fetched a bowl and scooped rice, frowning at the sparse dishes.
Noticing, Fang's Mother forced a smile. "We didn’t get much today. Bear with it. Tomorrow, I’ll buy whatever you want."
"Such different treatment for sons," Li Cuixia muttered.
Fang Zhiyi shot her a look but stayed silent. Though sharp-tongued, she’d done her duty as a sister-in-law despite the original’s misdeeds.
"Can’t you keep quiet?" Eldest Brother Fang snapped.
As tensions flared, Fang Zhiyi cut in, "Easy, easy. It’s all my fault, okay?"
The table froze. Fang Zhiyi never apologized.
"Little Brother… did you borrow money again?" Second Sister Fang asked cautiously.
Fang Zhiyi blinked. What?
Then it hit him—for the original, humility only meant he needed something.
What a bastard.
"No debts. But I do have something to discuss."
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.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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."
