"There is indeed good news," Fang Zhiyi said leisurely. "I know you used to be in business and have the skills, you just lacked an opportunity. I've found you a position managing tenant recruitment at the building materials market under our company. It's quite lucrative. Are you interested?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Tian's eyes instantly lit up. He slapped his thigh and said, "Interested! Of course I'm interested! Brother, you are truly my savior!" He had indeed run a small building materials shop before, but it went under due to his gambling habit. All these years he had been complaining about lacking a chance to make a comeback. Now, hearing about such a cushy job, he was itching to start immediately.
After a few drinks, Wu Tian became more talkative and started complaining. "Brother, you have no idea how tough it's been for me! Ever since I lost my money, that woman Fang Jingtong looks at me differently, always picking fights; those two little brats look down on me for being useless and aren't close to me anymore; and people outside even mock me for living off my wife... When has Wu Tian ever suffered such humiliation!"
Fang Zhiyi went along with him. "I know you've been wronged. A while back, I gave Jingtong five thousand yuan to pass on to you as pocket money, so you could be presentable when socializing. Didn't she give it to you?"
Wu Tian slammed the table, his face flushed and neck bulging as he roared, "What? She hid money from me! That wretched woman! I'll settle accounts with her tomorrow!"
"Don't be rash," Fang Zhiyi feigned concern. "She's probably doing it for the children's sake, afraid you might gamble the money away."
Though furious, Wu Tian backed down at the mention of "for the children," and instead started bragging about his past "glorious history." Fang Zhiyi listened patiently until Wu Tian couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep. Only then did Fang Zhiyi slowly stand up, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
The next day, when Fang Jingtong learned that her brother had arranged a job for her husband, she was overjoyed. She kept urging Wu Tian to take it seriously, completely ignoring his impatient expression.
She even went cheerfully to make breakfast when Fang Zhiyi asked her to, humming a tune all the while. Life seemed to be getting better and better.
As the two children were about to leave for school, Fang Zhiyi "secretly" slipped some pocket money to Wu Xiaobao. Wu Dabao saw everything, and jealousy almost overwhelmed him.
Halfway there, Wu Dabao suddenly blocked Wu Xiaobao's path and held out his hand. "Hand over the money!"
"Why should I? Uncle gave it to me!" Wu Xiaobao clenched the money tightly.
"Uncle is a big fool! His money is my money!" Wu Dabao said, reaching out to snatch it. Wu Xiaobao fought back, kicking out at him. There wasn't much difference in their size, and they soon tussled, pulling hair, scratching faces, and rolling on the ground, covering themselves in mud. It wasn't until a passing neighbor pulled them apart that they stopped. Wu Dabao wiped the mud from his face and said viciously, "From now on, I don't acknowledge you as my brother!" Wu Xiaobao also cried and shouted, "And I don't acknowledge you as my brother either!"
The brothers were thus estranged and didn't exchange a single word the entire day at school.
As for Fang Jingtong? Fang Zhiyi, using the excuse of "helping her expand her social circle," signed her up for a ladies' club. There were daily activities like yoga, cooking, and flower arranging. Fang Jingtong, who had never been exposed to such things, was instantly captivated. The ladies there wore name brands, spoke elegantly, and the cooking class teacher was a young, handsome man. After just one visit, Fang Jingtong immediately felt the joy and thought she had become more sophisticated herself.
Fang Zhiyi wasn't home either. He had to go see his daughter. Thankfully he did, because he found Fang Yu washing dishes at that restaurant again.
However, she had a smile on her face, a vast improvement from her previous numbness.
What on earth is this girl thinking? Fang Zhiyi was somewhat puzzled.
But his attention was soon captured by a group of guys.
"Ah-Feng, look at that girl, she's quite pretty."
Li Chengfeng, with his dyed yellow hair, glanced over. "You think any girl is pretty."
"Wanna bet?"
"Bet what?"
"I bet you can't get her."
This made Li Chengfeng laugh angrily. "A little waitress? I can't get her?"
"Dare to bet or not?"
"What if I lose?" Provoked, Li Chengfeng immediately took the bait.
"If I lose, I'll buy you a pack of betel nuts!"
"Deal!"
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. These scum would ruin a girl over a pack of betel nuts.
He was about to intervene when Little Hei's voice suddenly rang in his ear.
"Reincarnator! Reincarnator!"
Fang Zhiyi's first instinct was to look at his daughter walking over. Her head was bowed, carefully watching the basket in her hands. Nothing seemed amiss. Could it be...? Fang Zhiyi suddenly turned his head. Li Chengfeng, who had just been drinking and boasting, had suddenly lowered his head.
Li Chengfeng was currently bewildered. Hadn't he died? That woman argued with him all day, even threatened to leave him penniless in a divorce. That little brat took her side too, actually refusing to help him at that critical moment.
His mind was filled with the image of being pushed off the building by his own son. After a sudden shiver, he felt a surge of joy.
I'm back? I...
Fang Yu carefully avoided the customers. Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure, and then she saw her father. Fang Yu was confused. Following her father's gaze, she saw him grabbing a man's hand.
"Ah!" Fang Yu processed it for a moment and suddenly understood. This creep was trying to grope her! Luckily Dad was here!
"Hey, old man, what's your problem? What's it to you if I cop a feel?" The man was clearly drunk.
Fang Zhiyi sneered. "Want to feel? Go home and feel your mother!" He raised his hand and slapped the man across the face, leaving him dazed.
Fang Zhiyi grabbed his daughter's hand and ran outside.
"Dad, I... I still have to move things..." Fang Yu couldn't quite process the sudden turn of events.
Then she saw Fang Zhiyi suddenly pat a boy with yellow hair on the shoulder. "Stop them!" He even turned around and flipped off the drunkards who were now reacting. "Get past them first if you can!"
The yellow-haired boy had a smile and tears on his face, looking somewhat abnormal. Patched by Fang Zhiyi, Li Chengfeng snapped back to reality. His tablemates were confused. What was going on? Watching the fun seemed to have dragged them in? But the way that uncle spoke to Ah-Feng, they seemed to know each other...
Before they could think further, the drunkards charged at them.
"No wonder you dared to start something, you have backup, hic!"
Young men who ran in these circles had relatively fiery tempers. With hardly any words exchanged, just a simple shove, both sides started fighting. Li Chengfeng fought back too. His dead memories began flooding back. Yes, on this day many years ago, he met Xiao Yu right here. Yes!
He looked up in pleasant surprise. Xiao Yu wasn't dead yet!
But he didn't see Xiao Yu. Instead, he saw a wine bottle coming straight at his face. Although he had returned to his youth, he had been away from the streets for many years. Even with a young body, his brain couldn't react fast enough. He took the bottle squarely, instantly feeling like his entire face was ruined.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
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."
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.”
