Fang Zhiyi glanced at her. "Have you all forgotten?"
This abrupt statement left everyone bewildered. Forgotten what?
But the next moment, Fang Zhiyi's figure vanished, reappearing right in front of Abbess Rowei. The Abbess was startled and immediately reached for her sword. However, she only managed to draw it halfway before Fang Zhiyi pressed it back into its scabbard. Then she felt his hand clamp onto her shoulder, and she was sent flying.
When someone tried to intervene, Fang Zhiyi merely used a single palm strike and a fist, and the would-be obstructors were laid flat on the ground.
Abbess Rowei landed, staggering back several steps unsteadily, only to be seized again by Fang Zhiyi. He then turned his head. "Hey, daughter-in-law, come here."
Yue's mouth was hanging open. It wasn't until Fang Zhiyi called a second time that she scurried forward.
"Mas... Master," her voice was tiny. She had heard from Li Xiuyu that his master was stubborn and hidebound. Meeting him today, she had thought he would choose to stand aside. Yet now, for the sake of Li Xiuyu and herself, he was actually confronting these sects. She couldn't quite figure him out.
"Come on, slap her," Fang Zhiyi motioned with his chin.
Abbess Rowei's eyes widened in shock. A domineering surge of true energy had sealed her pressure points, rendering her immobile. But her heart was filled with terror. How could Fang Zhiyi possess such power?
"This..." Yue hesitated.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Didn't she call you a 'demoness' earlier? And didn't she slap you a dozen times?"
Yue instinctively touched her face. It was already swollen, with blood at the corner of her mouth.
Fortunately, this girl wasn't like Li Xiuyu. Yue raised her hand and struck, a series of solid, real slaps—unlike the Abbess who used internal force—a dozen or more in quick succession. The sight made everyone watching wince.
Fang Zhiyi cracked his neck. "Who's next? Who wants to challenge me?" Only Little Hei, observing from the side, knew that Fang Zhiyi's current body had reached its limit. That display just now had pushed him to the brink.
But the effect of that move was now apparent. Anyone with half a brain could see it, and they remembered: Fang Zhiyi had once been a leading figure in the martial world, a sect master! That single move demonstrated strength surpassing Abbess Rowei's.
Instantly, the restless crowd fell dead silent. Everyone exchanged bewildered glances.
"Sect Master Fang, shielding the Evil Cult's Saintess is an unforgivable crime," another aged voice rang out. The crowd parted as an old man with a kindly face, accompanied by two guardians, walked forward.
Fang Zhiyi locked eyes with him.
This old man was no simple opponent. His current level was on par with this fellow.
The next moment, Fang Zhiyi suddenly smiled and beckoned the old man over. The old man looked suspiciously at this suddenly changed individual, but he was confident in his own abilities and strode forward.
Those behind watched in confusion as Fang Zhiyi and the Valley Master of the Cloud Pasture Valley put their heads together, almost craning their necks to see. Then Fang Zhiyi turned and walked to his young disciple, whispering for a while. Li Xiuyu kept nodding, but it was only after Fang Zhiyi gave him a few slaps that a look of clarity returned to Li Xiuyu's eyes.
He walked back to the Cloud Pasture Valley Master, said something quietly, and slung an arm around the old man's shoulders.
"Now, who dares to challenge us?"
The scene was utterly silent. The members of the various sects were dumbfounded. A suddenly aggressive Fang Zhiyi was already hard enough to deal with, but now the Cloud Pasture Valley Master had joined him? And what on earth had they talked about? The old man was now standing firmly by his side?
"Hmph! I refuse to believe your Cangyue Sect can slaughter all of us today!" A burly man pushed through the crowd and stepped out.
"Excellent! It's the Black Vajra, master of the Vajra Gate! His Iron Body skill has reached perfection. He has a seventy or eighty percent chance against Fang Zhiyi!"
"Listen up, the moment he makes a move, we all charge!"
"Our targets are Li Xiuyu and that demoness! If that fails, grab the child! We just need the information on Sun Kui's whereabouts!"
Their greed was now completely undisguised.
But to everyone's astonishment, in the blink of an eye, Black Vajra also wore a puzzled expression as he listened to Fang Zhiyi's whispers, with the Cloud Pasture Valley old man chiming in beside him occasionally. After a brief debate, Black Vajra crossed his arms and stood to Fang Zhiyi's right.
"Who else?!" Fang Zhiyi's voice was full of confidence.
The crowd collectively drew a sharp, cold breath. This wasn't right, was it? Is the Cangyue Sect an evil cult? What kind of evil cult brainwashes people this fast?
For a moment, the situation was awkward. The crowd could neither advance nor retreat comfortably.
Suddenly, a shifty-looking man pushed through. "Let this Hu Feng experience your superior skills!"
And then he was sent flying.
Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands. "Trash!" He looked at the crowd. "Anything else? If not, get lost!"
A dozen or so sects looked at each other. Before, there might have been a chance if they swarmed him; even if Fang Zhiyi was powerful, he couldn't protect so many people. But now... two sects had already switched sides. What were they to do?
Reluctantly, they had no choice but to retreat from the Cangyue Sect's main gate. However, everyone kept a wary eye, leaving people behind to watch. They wanted to know why the Cloud Pasture Valley and the Vajra Gate had defected. Only the Frost Flow Sect carried their master away hurriedly. Today was far too humiliating.
Watching the crowd disperse, Fang Zhiyi gave Yue a thumbs-up. Thankfully, this daughter-in-law was sharp. If that fool had been the one to speak, it would have been a fight to the death today. While he was confident he could kill most of them, his disciples would likely have perished.
"Sect Master Fang, now can you tell us about Sun Kui's treasure?" Black Vajra couldn't wait any longer.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "We've been at it all afternoon. Everyone's hungry. We'll talk over food. The treasure isn't going anywhere." He glanced at Yue, who understood instantly and began to think.
The Cloud Pasture Valley Master said solemnly, "This old man is not here for the treasure. Sun Kui killed my disciple. I am only seeking justice for my pupil."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Understood, understood." Inwardly, he scoffed. Nonsense! No one stirs up such a fuss purely for justice. Trying to have it both ways.
At the dinner table, Li Xiuyu, having been secretly warned by his master, kept his head down and ate. The young Li Weiyang was directly ushered into a room by someone Fang Zhiyi arranged, lest the little rascal say the wrong thing again.
Yue began to speak about Sun Kui. According to her account, Sun Kui possessed a divine weapon, a chest of secret manuals, and also a treasure map.
Hearing this, the two men's eyes gleamed, and they pressed for Sun Kui's whereabouts incessantly. What was the point of roaming the martial world? Fame? And what was fame for? Of course, it was for wealth, for secret manuals, for divine weapons! And Sun Kui represented all of their desires.
Yue glanced at Fang Zhiyi and revealed one location, then added two more.
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."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.”
