The girl with the long hair ultimately couldn't withstand the incessant badgering and the misunderstandings manufactured by her toxic best friend. She broke up with her boyfriend. Ironically, the best friend immediately turned around and found a boyfriend herself. The man was wealthy and won her heart completely, but once the honeymoon phase passed, his true nature was exposed; he had obvious violent tendencies and was unfaithful.
Yet, she continued to play the role of the sacrificial accomplice, constantly seeking out the long-haired girl to complain about how terrible her boyfriend was. Whether it was a weekday or a holiday, day or night, whenever she felt upset, she would call or text her friend. The long-haired girl offered advice countless times.
It was ironic that the advice the girl gave consisted of the very same principles that "Little Beauty"—Sun Xiaomei—had previously preached to her. However, when applied to Xiaomei herself, they were completely ineffective. One moment she would claim her boyfriend treated her poorly, and the next she would say he still had her in his heart. This constant, unpredictable dumping of negative energy left the long-haired girl, Xuanxuan, in a daze, causing her to make frequent mistakes at work.
The truly terrifying part was that she never imagined a single piece of advice—suggesting that her best friend break up—would invite her own murder.
After one particular argument, Xiaomei ran away. The man couldn't find Xiaomei, so he turned around and went looking for Xuanxuan instead. Screaming that she was the one sowing discord day in and day out, he pulled out a sharp knife.
The man went to prison, Xuanxuan was dead, and Xiaomei continued her search for the next Prince Charming and the next "best friend."
Little Hei also successfully paid the price for its curiosity. "What is this garbage? There's actually another one?" The negative energy pouring out from the plot made it feel dizzy and disoriented.
Seeing it like this, Fang Zhiyi was amused. "I'm telling you, people like that radiate negative energy every day. If you get too close, it's contagious. If you dare to intervene, you have to shoulder their karma. The trouble that was originally theirs gets transferred to you." He took a sip of his milk tea. "It's a good thing you aren't human, otherwise you'd be in for some real trouble."
Little Hei shook its head. "I don't get it. I really don't get it. How does she manage such mental gymnastics? On one hand, she says her boyfriend treats her badly, and on the other, she says he treats her pretty well."
"It's a classic case of the cerebellum being underdeveloped and the cerebrum never developing at all," Fang Zhiyi added. "Do you believe me when I say that before long, she'll reconcile with her boyfriend, and then turn around and tell him that her best friend was the one trying to break them up?"
Little Hei remained silent. It just wanted to stay far away from that woman now.
Fang Zhiyi, however, revealed a smile as cunning as a fox.
"I wonder if I can withstand this karma."
Watching him stand up, Little Hei panicked. "You... have you thought this through? What if you go and never return..."
"Then I shall not return!" Fang Zhiyi declared.
Little Hei froze for two seconds. "You make picking up a girl sound like fighting the Great Sage Equaling Heaven." Thinking of that monkey, it looked left and right nervously.
"Hi, beauty. Are you single?"
Fang Zhiyi's sudden intrusion caused both girls to pause. They looked at Fang Zhiyi in surprise. Fang Zhiyi had confidence in the original host's physical appearance; especially with him in control, it was essentially top-tier.
Sure enough, the gentle appearance of the man before them, combined with a faint air of confidence, prevented the two girls from feeling any revulsion.
"My name is Sun Xiaomei. She is my best friend, Chen Xuan. But don't you get any ideas about her; she's already taken," Sun Xiaomei said.
Chen Xuan awkwardly raised her hand and greeted Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi smiled at her, then turned his gaze to Sun Xiaomei. "The more I look at you, the more you resemble an old friend of mine. I wonder if I might have the honor of buying you a meal?"
Sun Xiaomei's mind raced. The stranger before her looked quite decent and gave off a very comfortable vibe, but she wasn't that kind of easy girl... Suddenly, she looked at her best friend beside her. The thought of Xuan constantly talking about her boyfriend made her feel a bit sick. What if this handsome stranger was even better than Xuan's boyfriend?
An inexplicable sense of competitiveness and jealousy began to stir within her.
"You're treating?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded with a smile. "Of course, it's my treat."
Chen Xuan, however, maintained her clarity of mind. She tugged at Sun Xiaomei. "Xiaomei, that's not very appropriate. We just met..."
Sun Xiaomei hesitated for a moment, but seeing Fang Zhiyi constantly glancing at Chen Xuan, her inner hesitation was immediately shoved aside by jealousy.
"Oh, come on, I know my limits! Besides, aren't you having dinner with your boyfriend tonight? I'll be all alone, and it just so happens someone is offering to buy me dinner."
"But..."
Fang Zhiyi couldn't help but assign a grade to Sun Xiaomei in his heart. Three sentences to achieve two effects; she was a habitual offender.
First, create a sense of guilt in the other party, then play the victim, and finally, toss her best friend aside with her words.
Classic behavior.
Fang Zhiyi didn't say anything further. After exchanging contact information with Sun Xiaomei and agreeing to meet that evening, he left the area.
Little girl, you need to thank me for saving your life. You really ought to kowtow to me.
That evening, Fang Zhiyi specifically booked a rather nice restaurant. Sun Xiaomei was pleasantly surprised; her luck was indeed good. Not only did this man have taste, but his conversation skills were excellent—everything he said was exactly what she wanted to hear!
Little Hei listened to Fang Zhiyi flirting with the woman in front of him and felt baffled. "Honestly, we've known each other for so long, but this is the first time I've seen you pick up a girl. Did you actually learn how to do this?"
"You know nothing. Does this require studying? Just flattering her is enough. Haven't you heard of the encyclopedia of cheesy pickup lines?"
Little Hei shook its head blankly.
Sun Xiaomei enjoyed the meal thoroughly, but Fang Zhiyi felt like he was going to die of exhaustion. Even though he racked his brains, he couldn't stop Sun Xiaomei from showcasing her specialty. First, she talked about how incompetent her colleagues were, then she complained about how the best friend Fang Zhiyi saw today was lacking in various ways, and by the end, she even started talking about how terrible her best friend's boyfriend was.
Having finally sent this plague of a woman away, Fang Zhiyi let out a long sigh of relief.
Little Hei leaned in. "I get it now. You're using magic to defeat magic?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled and nodded. "Sometimes, if you can borrow strength, you should. Doing it all by yourself is tiring. Besides... you shouldn't stay in contact with people like them for too long; it really affects your luck." As he spoke, he rolled his neck, the vertebrae cracking loudly. "See? I'm genuinely tired for no reason."
Lin Zhou, having recovered from his injuries, had come out to show off again. He originally wanted to find Fang Zhiyi, but thinking of Fang Zhiyi's miserable state, he was afraid the guy would try to borrow money from him. So, he decided to figure out some business venture on his own.
However, just as he was wandering around, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.
"Fang Zhiyi?" Lin Zhou sneered. But before the classic line "You have this day coming too" could leave his mouth, he saw a girl with a bright smile following beside Fang Zhiyi. The two seemed very familiar with each other.
"That kid actually found a girlfriend?" The expression on Lin Zhou's face struggled to hold together.

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?!

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."

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”