Fang Zhiyi was covered in dust and grime, as Little Black mocked him: "An ordinary person using their flesh to withstand lightning—you're really something."
He spat. "Enough talk, let's get moving."
As the surroundings shifted, Fang Zhiyi let out a long sigh. Beloved modern times! Beloved high technology! He had had enough of riding horses every day; his backside felt nearly split in two.
Before he could receive the plot, a phone call came through.
"Brother, I've found good schools for Dabao and Xiaobao. Do you want to come take a look?"
Fang Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, then answered offhandedly, "No need, you decide."
It was noisy on the other end, the woman's voice somewhat shrill. She laughed and hung up. Just from hearing that, Fang Zhiyi knew exactly what kind of person he was dealing with.
Fang Zhiyi's daughter was only three when his wife passed away from illness, leaving his wish for a son unfulfilled.
Others advised him to be good to his child, but he couldn't shake the thought that "without a son, you can't hold your head high." He grew increasingly cold toward his young daughter. It wasn't that he hadn't considered remarrying, but his sister's family caught wind of it and rushed over.
His sister, Fang Jingtong, had two sons named Dabao and Xiaobao. Their family was not well-off. Ever since her sister-in-law's death, Fang Jingtong had started scheming about her brother—she knew exactly what he wanted.
"Brother, from now on, my Dabao and Xiaobao will be your sons. When you're old, they'll take care of you!" With just that one sentence, Fang Zhiyi happily welcomed this family who had come seeking refuge.
From that day on, his daughter Fang Yu became the lowest person in the household. The little girl had to do chores and got the worst food. Once, when she had a fever, Fang Zhiyi said, "A child having a fever is nothing, she'll get over it." But when Dabao and Xiaobao asked him for pocket money, Fang Zhiyi gave it to them without a second thought.
Fang Jingtong knew exactly how to butter up her big brother. With just a few tricks, she had Fang Zhiyi completely wrapped around their family's finger. He didn't even mind when his daughter dropped out of school, instead focusing intently on his two nephews' grades, never stinting on paying for their tutoring or swimming lessons.
Fang Yu grew up fast. After dropping out, she found a job washing dishes at a restaurant. It was there she encountered the second turning point in her life: Li Chengfeng.
Li Chengfeng was a street punk with dyed blond hair. He always hung around with a few lackeys, his mouth full of foul language. His acquaintance with Fang Yu began with a bet among friends.
"Hey, check out that chick. Ah Feng, you dare to chase her?"
Li Chengfeng smirked disdainfully. Perhaps it was fate—turning around, he saw a greasy middle-aged man harassing the girl. Deeming himself righteous, Li Chengfeng immediately stepped forward and shoved the man. A fight broke out. Amid the sound of shattering plates and bowls, Fang Yu stared blankly at the boy. This was the first time since she could remember that someone had stood up for her.
The restaurant owner tried to stop Li Chengfeng and his friends from escaping. For the first time, Fang Yu mustered her courage, shoved the owner aside, and led them away through a back alley.
From that day on, she became the "Sister-in-law Feng" in the mouths of these underlings. The title made Fang Yu a bit shy, but she still felt a sweet warmth in her heart.
Thus, the naive Fang Yu began her first romance. To be honest, Li Chengfeng didn't treat her very well. More often than not, he seemed to treat her like a servant—washing clothes stained with vomit, running several blocks under the blazing sun to buy betel nut for them while they played cards. But Fang Yu, who had lacked love since childhood, still felt happy. At least she was needed.
Through Ah Feng's introduction, she changed jobs to work at an entertainment venue with all sorts of people. As a newcomer, Fang Yu was harassed by customers, but Ah Feng was always the first to jump out and berate them: "You dare touch my girl?" Then he'd turn and scold her: "Can't even handle this, what use are you?"
Fang Yu believed he was protecting her, so she worked even harder. She wanted to earn money to support Ah Feng's lifestyle.
She took Ah Feng's "I might come back" as a promise, staying up all night waiting for him; she devoured the leftovers he brought back when drunk, feeling he still remembered her; she even said nothing when Ah Feng took her entire salary to treat his brothers to fun. She still believed Ah Feng needed her. That was love.
But peace never lasted long. Ah Feng and his crew clashed with another gang. He injured one of their leaders and fled by boat without even saying a word to her. By then, Fang Yu was pregnant. On her way to work, she was intercepted by people trying to force her to reveal Li Chengfeng's whereabouts. Fang Yu didn't know and refused to say. During the struggle, her stomach was knocked, and a large amount of blood flowed out. Finding it bad luck, the assailants simply left, abandoning her in that abandoned factory building.
By the time Li Chengfeng got the news, Fang Yu was already a corpse, along with his unborn child.
Furious, Li Chengfeng returned to seek revenge. Perhaps only then did he remember Fang Yu's goodness and begin to regret slapping her and all the insults he had hurled at her.
He set about getting revenge and also met a new girl. This girl was smart and came from a good family. She urged Li Chengfeng to take the right path. Under the influence of her love, Li Chengfeng gradually changed, eventually becoming a designer. Looking back on those years, he would only sigh with regret.
Fang Zhiyi also ended up miserable. He had given all his money and house to his two nephews. But after he was injured and confined to a wheelchair, his sister's family's true colors were revealed. They mocked him and kicked him out to live in a leaky rented room.
Only then did Fang Zhiyi remember his daughter, but she had long been dead.
Not long after, someone discovered his corpse and notified the family to claim it. His sister's family simply had it taken away to be cremated, telling them to dispose of the ashes however they liked.
"Wait, can I strangle myself?" Fang Zhiyi flexed his hands.
Little Black hurriedly stopped him. "No, no, no! You are you, he is he. If you die, you'd just be clearing the level early. It wouldn't change anything in that world."
"Damn it." Fang Zhiyi looked around.
Today happened to be exactly one month since Fang Yu dropped out and started working at the restaurant.
"Couldn't you have sent me a bit further back in time?"
Little Black shook its head. "No way. It was hard enough finding a gap to insert into. The time node isn't something we can choose arbitrarily."
While they were still talking, the door opened. A beaming Fang Jingtong walked in with her two sons.
"Uncle! I bought you cotton candy!" Wu Dabao ran forward. He was long accustomed to how to please this uncle. Anyway, the uncle wouldn't eat the cotton candy; it would be his again soon.
Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyi smiled. "Thank you, thank you. Let me have a taste."
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?!
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.
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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
