"Didn't you say anything to him?" Fang Xiaoyan was drawn in by Fang Zhiyi's words, her mind already filled with thoughts of them coming to stay in the future.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head with a bitter smile: "What could an old man like me say?" He feigned surprise and looked into the distance, "Oh, speak of the devil, isn't that the Chen family right there?"
Everyone turned to see several members of the Chen family walking out of the hotel.
Second Brother Fang instinctively glanced back at the shabby little motel where he'd spent a miserable night, and a surge of anger shot through him.
"Brother! We can't let this slide!" he stood up, "We need to go have a word with them! Let them know the Fang family isn't to be trifled with!" His words were met with agreement from the others.
Fang Zhiyi had been waiting for this very line. He put away the liquor bottle and wiped his mouth. "I won't go. Wouldn't want them saying I'm pulling rank with my age."
Upon hearing this, Second Brother Fang led the group as they charged over aggressively. In no time, the two parties came face-to-face.
"You people..." Chen's Father recognized them—weren't these the Fang relatives they'd argued with yesterday?
"What do you mean, 'you people'?" Fang Xiaoyan planted her hands on her hips. "We're all Fangs, Fang Mingyu's own aunts and uncles! We heard your family is trying to scheme against Mingyu. We advise you to give up that idea right now!" Her eyes raked over them up and down, "Pah! Staying in a fancy hotel? You don't deserve it!"
Chen's Mother's face turned livid. "Our business with Mingyu is none of your concern! Back then, our Nian..."
"Back then, back then, that's all you ever talk about!" Second Brother Fang cut her off. "Mingyu helped you because he was foolish. If I'm not mistaken, the money he's given your family over the years is worth half your lives by now, isn't it? And you still want to cling on here? Shameless!"
The Chen family only had four people, so they were at a disadvantage in a shouting match. Thus, the physical altercation began when Chen's Father threw his cigarette butt into Second Brother Fang's face. Fang Xiaoyan grabbed Chen's Mother's hair and slammed it against the street guardrail. Chen's Father and Second Brother Fang grappled and rolled onto the ground. The two younger Fang members seized Chen Nian from both sides, and Chen Nian herself fought back with all the fury she could muster. Chen Xiaogang stood there dumbfounded, too afraid to step in.
Fang Zhiyi didn't stick around to watch the show. He left as soon as the two groups started fighting.
Upon returning home, he found Fang Mingyu with a furrowed brow. Fang Mingyu saw him and said, "Dad... I..."
Fang Zhiyi interrupted him, "How did I end up with a son like you?"
"Huh?" Fang Mingyu was at a loss.
"Other people, after getting married, know to take their wives out for that, that... what's it called?" He looked at Lin Wei.
Lin Wei supplied the word: "Honeymoon."
"Right! And here you are, staying home. Afraid I'll steal your house?" Fang Zhiyi wore an expression of displeasure.
"No... I..." Fang Mingyu looked to Lin Wei for help, but surprisingly, Lin Wei, who usually supported him, didn't take his side today.
"Dad, we'd like to go, but we don't have the money," Lin Wei said.
Fang Mingyu thought of a good idea. Yes, if the old man just gave him the money for the honeymoon, he could also give the Chen family some explanation.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Fang Zhiyi opened it, and two people walked in.
"Mr. Fang, I presume? The international honeymoon itinerary you commissioned us to plan is complete," a chubby man said with a smile.
Fang Zhiyi snorted, "What money? I've already booked your tickets." He pulled out a card and handed it to Lin Wei. "You spend money like water, boy. My daughter-in-law will manage it."
He didn't believe this 'task-taker' would let the money fall into the Chen family's hands.
"But I..." Fang Mingyu was bewildered.
The portly travel agent chuckled, "Mr. Fang, the flight departs in two hours. If you don't go, the previous fees are non-refundable." He didn't understand why this old man had come first thing in the morning to arrange such a rushed trip, but with money to be made, he wasn't about to refuse.
"Huh?"
Fang Zhiyi looked furious. "What do you mean, 'huh'? I'm telling you, I've spent my burial savings on this. If you waste it, I'll hang myself at the entrance of your company tomorrow!"
Fang Mingyu couldn't help but picture the scene. He knew his unreasonable old father was fully capable of doing just that! This was also why he was afraid of Fang Zhiyi.
And so, in a state of complete confusion, he was dragged away by Lin Wei.
By the time he collected his thoughts, the plane had already taken off.
As soon as they left, Fang Zhiyi began stretching his limbs. Hehe, kid, today I'll teach you what it means that you can't be too careful!
Both the Chen and Fang families ended up at the police station. They were all seeing red by now. Chen's Mother had a large clump of hair torn out, Second Brother Fang's face was scratched up, and even Chen Nian was sporting two black eyes.
After hearing the account of the incident, the Fang family received a warning. However, since Chen's Father had thrown the first punch, the matter could only be handled through mediation. But then a problem arose: the Chen family had no money, or rather, they were unwilling to spend any. So, out of habit, they started calling Fang Mingyu, but his phone was consistently unreachable.
Chen Nian felt a growing panic. She sensed her opportunity slipping away bit by bit, but there was nothing to be done. They could only painfully withdraw money from their own card to pay for treatment.
The Fang family's situation was considerably better. After all, they had more people and hadn't suffered much. They made a symbolic trip to the hospital and then swaggered out, planning to go to Fang Mingyu's house to see the place. Fang Zhiyi naturally agreed wholeheartedly.
"Brother, this place isn't bad, just a bit small. Can't compare to our big house back in the countryside," Second Brother Fang remarked, looking around.
Fang Xiaoyan sat on the sofa, similarly critiquing the decor.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly chuckled.
Someone looked at him, puzzled.
Fang Zhiyi waved a hand. "It feels like an old friend visiting. Somehow it all seems a bit familiar."
Fortunately, their attention remained fixed on the house.
"Why are there still so many appliances in their boxes?" someone asked.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "We just moved in, haven't had time to unpack everything yet. Their things are precious, I don't dare touch them."
"At first glance, it looks like they're about to move."
"Hahaha."
"Where are Mingyu and his wife?"
"Ah, the young couple went off on their honeymoon."
"What a waste of money!"
Fang Zhiyi even generously let them stay.
Meanwhile, on the Chen family's side, Chen Nian finally managed to get through to Fang Mingyu. However, the signal was poor, and in the end, she only managed to get their home address. The Chen family rushed over in a frantic hurry.
At the entrance of the residential complex, they saw Fang Zhiyi walking out with his hands clasped behind his back. Chen's Father remembered seeing this man before and was sure they were in the right place.
So, when they eagerly knocked on the door, the faces that greeted them upon opening it were the last ones they ever wanted to see again.
"What are you doing here?"
"We're Fang Mingyu's elders. Can't we stay here?"
Chen's Mother blurted out, "That Fang Mingyu did this on purpose!"
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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?!
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!
