"Host, 'Zhen' is how the emperor refers to himself... you..."
"Nonsense! When have I ever referred to myself as 'Zhen'?"
In the Golden Hall, the newly enthroned emperor was furious: "Bastards! Bastards! That rebel has actually reached the outskirts of the capital! What do you propose we do?"
A minister stepped forward: "Your Majesty, the capital still has the Imperial Guards and the Capital Defense. The city walls are strong—we can hold out until reinforcements arrive."
Another added, "Indeed, Your Majesty. The Red Sky Army from the south has already set out, and the White Horse Guard from the north is also on its way."
Yet another minister stepped forward: "Your Majesty, I suggest we immediately leave the capital and head south. The Red Sky Army and the White Horse Guard will take at least a month to reach the capital. Until then, we’ll face the full siege of the Northern Rebellion. It would be unwise to stay."
The emperor grew even angrier: "Are you suggesting I flee? Absurd! I am the Son of Heaven—why should I cower before that traitor Fang Zhiyi? Someone fetch my armor! I will personally defend the city walls!"
The court officials panicked and tried to dissuade him, but the emperor was resolute.
It wasn’t until Liu Guxia rushed into the hall again, wrapping her arms around the emperor from behind and murmuring for him not to leave her, that his expression softened. He let out a long sigh.
Back in the imperial chambers, the emperor suddenly embraced Liu Guxia and asked, "You said you’d write to that rebel. Did you?"
Liu Guxia nodded and produced a letter. As the emperor read it, his face darkened.
"You dare compare me to him?"
Liu Guxia quickly hugged him. "I just want you both to resolve this peacefully! I can’t bear to see so many innocent lives lost because of me!"
The emperor sighed and stroked her head. "You’re too kind-hearted."
"I have an idea," Liu Guxia suddenly said, lifting her head to meet his gaze with sparkling eyes. "Let’s invite him to meet us. We’ll talk things out, just the three of us. Please?"
The emperor hesitated but eventually nodded. Watching Liu Guxia hurry to fetch a brush, he clenched his fists.
"Guxia, I’ll deceive you just this once. Once Fang Zhiyi is dealt with, I’ll make it up to you tenfold!"
Meanwhile, in the rebel camp, Fang Zhiyi was far more composed.
"Huh? A letter for me?" He took the letter from his aide while still chewing on roasted meat. As he opened the envelope, a floral scent wafted out.
"Well, someone’s putting in effort," Fang Zhiyi remarked casually as he unfolded the letter.
"Brother Zhiyi, why are you doing this? Do you know how long I’ve waited in the capital for news of you, only to hear you’ve rebelled? But I refuse to believe it! My kind, loyal, patriotic Brother Zhiyi would never do such a thing!"
"You must have your reasons, right? I’ve already pleaded with His Majesty. He’s promised that if you withdraw your troops back to the northern border, he won’t hold you accountable. Both you and the emperor mean the world to me. I can’t bear to see you as enemies. Please, Brother Zhiyi, I’m still waiting for you—always waiting."
"At midnight tomorrow, I’ll be waiting for you in the peach grove outside the eastern gate—the same one where you once listened to me recite poetry. I won’t leave until you come."
"Damn. Forget everything else—just this letter alone would’ve made the original owner wag his tail and rush over to wait all night, believe me?"
His system chimed in: "Host, I don’t quite understand."
"Of course you don’t. Characters like the original owner are hopelessly devoted—power and wealth mean nothing to them." Fang Zhiyi shoved the rest of his meat into his mouth. "And reciting poetry? Just stealing verses thanks to her transmigration status!"
Above the capital, the defenders remained still, as did the besieging Northern Army. An eerie silence settled over the city’s outskirts.
The following night, a woman in emerald-green robes wandered through the peach grove with a lantern, glancing around anxiously. Every so often, she turned to wave at the emperor in the distance.
Then came the sound of hoofbeats, followed by footsteps. Liu Guxia looked up eagerly. "Brother Zhiyi!" She ran toward him, arms outstretched for an embrace.
The movement made the emperor frown from afar. Fang Zhiyi, startled, sidestepped just in time to watch Liu Guxia tumble face-first onto the ground.
"Brother Zhiyi, why...?"
Fang Zhiyi studied her for a moment. "You actually came."
Seeing his beloved fall, the emperor lunged forward—only to be yanked back. "Your Majesty, no! Men, attack!"
Liu Guxia, still sprawled on the ground, was bewildered. As battle cries erupted around her, she looked around in confusion. "How could this be? He promised to save all three of us!"
Fang Zhiyi smirked. "At least this earns him a shred of respect—not a complete idiot." He clapped his hands.
The fighting intensified as another wave of soldiers joined the fray.
Liu Guxia sat up. "Brother Zhiyi, you brought men too? Why? Why couldn’t you both just talk this out calmly? You’re putting me in an impossible position! What am I supposed to—" Before she could finish, Fang Zhiyi struck her neck with the edge of his hand, knocking her unconscious.
"You’re too noisy." He craned his neck, locking eyes with the figure struggling against his guards. Even in the dark, Fang Zhiyi knew—that was the love-struck emperor.
"Let go! That traitor just knocked out Guxia! Release me!" The emperor thrashed violently.
The Imperial Guards held him back. "Your Majesty, you mustn’t! Retreat to the city—the rebels have reinforcements!"
Helpless, the emperor watched as the woman he loved was carried away.
"General, are you saying this woman can make the emperor surrender the city?" A military governor asked, skeptical.
Fang Zhiyi grinned. "I’m ninety percent certain." The remaining ten percent? The emperor might want to surrender, only for his ministers to overthrow him first.
"Host, just as you predicted—Liu Guxia really can’t stop making everything about herself."
"Of course. She’s the female lead—drama is her default setting."
The next day, the emperor led his loyal Imperial Guards to open the city gates. The Capital Defense troops, prepared for a bloody last stand, were stunned. All it took was one letter and a hairpin from the rebels—and their emperor surrendered without a fight!
Fang Zhiyi swaggered into the capital with his army in tow. His hovering system struggled to process the situation. "This doesn’t make sense. That emperor, while ruthless, isn’t a fool. Why would he surrender?"
Fang Zhiyi shot it a glance. "You really don’t get it, do you? If there can be a fool like the original owner, why not an emperor who’d trade his throne for a woman?"
The system shook its barely visible head. "Your mission isn’t complete. What’s your next move? How will you claim the throne?"
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?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
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."
