"Do you know who I am?" Fang Zhiyi asked, pointing at himself.
The System wobbled its body. "No." It couldn't understand why this human could see it. Moreover, there seemed to be a powerful entity of its own kind beside him, yet this peer radiated an aura that terrified it.
"I am Fang Zhiyi," Fang Zhiyi emphasized. "The Hunter you guys talk about."
The System paused for a moment. "I really don't know you. What do you want?" As a System, it had never encountered a situation like this before.
"Little Hei?"
Little Hei spoke up, "Looks like it's a different type of system."
"Different type?"
Little Hei explained, "Although the Quick Transmigration System covers a wide range, it's only a part of the whole. Every world has different existences. The more conventional ones are like the Rebirth System or the Spiritual Farm System." He looked the shivering little system up and down. "The more ridiculous ones include the Spending Money System, the Face-Slapping System, the Getting Beaten System..."
"Getting Beaten System?" Fang Zhiyi was shocked by the name.
"As the name implies, you get stronger by getting beaten. You get stronger so you can keep getting beaten, and eventually, you become the strongest in the world." Little Hei spread his hands. "Ridiculous, right?"
The little system listened to their conversation, feeling extremely nervous.
"What kind of system are you?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
The System hesitated before answering, "F-Face-Slapping System. I issue tasks, and if the host completes them, they receive various item rewards. The host also gains the protection of the Heavenly Dao and increased luck, and I get some benefits too..."
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. "I need a favor. Do you have that... that thing..." He gestured for a while. "That Marriage Talisman? The one that forcibly binds two people together?"
The Face-Slapping System answered immediately, "No."
"Then what do you have?"
"Luck Halo, Charisma Halo, Design Blueprints... and money."
Fang Zhiyi was greatly disappointed. He had finally thought of a way to slack off, but this guy didn't have that function.
The Face-Slapping System muttered, "Forcibly changing interpersonal relationships will be discovered by the Heavenly Dao." It glanced at Little Hei, shaking its body in panic. "I don't mean you guys, I mean me."
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at Little Hei. "Do you want to eat it?"
Little Hei manifested a hand, mimicking Fang Zhiyi's gesture of stroking his chin as he looked the little system up and down.
The Face-Slapping System was terrified. They actually want to eat me?! Is this world so dangerous?
"Forget it, it's useless. It's too lame."
"Oh, let's go then."
The two of them gradually walked away. The Face-Slapping System stood frozen in place. After a good while, it shouted indignantly, "Who are you talking about! Who are you looking down on! If you have the guts..." It suddenly stopped, looked around guiltily, and vanished in a flash.
Just after it left, something stirred in the clouds overhead.
"Mommy, look! That dark cloud looks like an eye!" A child pointed excitedly at the sky.
The woman pulled him along. "Alright, alright, let's go quickly. It's going to rain soon, and we don't have an umbrella."
Lin Zhou wandered aimlessly through the streets. He hadn't failed to try contacting his "good big brother," but the person on the other end had merely cursed him out before hanging up.
He thought of a plan. Since he still had a little money left, why not run? Run to a place where his creditors couldn't find him, and his dad couldn't find him either!
Just as his thoughts were running wild, someone patted him on the shoulder.
Lin Zhou jumped in fright, but when he saw who it was, he felt a mix of joy and anger. "Fang Zhiyi! You've screwed me over!"
Fang Zhiyi looked haggard. "Screwed you over? What did I do?"
Lin Zhou grabbed Fang Zhiyi and started pouring out his grievances—how he had listened to him and mortgaged his house to borrow money, how his dad had been arrested, how he couldn't go home, how his wife had run away, and so on.
Yet, he still painted himself as a loyal friend. "Even after all that, I didn't rat you out! Otherwise, you know my dad's temper—he would have found you long ago!"
After venting his pent-up negativity, Lin Zhou felt much more relieved.
Fang Zhiyi maintained a calm expression, merely sighing lightly. "You can see for yourself; I'm not doing too well either." He patted Lin Zhou on the shoulder. "You haven't eaten yet, right? I'll treat you to a meal."
Lin Zhou curled his lip. "You treat me? You..."
He stopped halfway. As long as he didn't have to pay, anything was fine.
However, as Fang Zhiyi led him into a high-end restaurant, Lin Zhou's expression gradually turned to disbelief.
"You, you..."
Seeing Fang Zhiyi ordering a table full of expensive dishes like a nouveau riche, Lin Zhou was stunned. Even the old Fang Zhiyi wouldn't have been this extravagant! Could it be that he...
He looked at Fang Zhiyi's somewhat haggard face, calculating in his mind.
"What have you been up to recently?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him listlessly. "Nothing much. Just trying to survive."
Seeing that he wouldn't talk, Lin Zhou immediately put on a playful smile. "That's not cool. We're brothers. I didn't sell you out even when I was in that state. You wouldn't leave me behind now that you've made it big, would you?"
But Fang Zhiyi seemed weighed down by heavy thoughts and didn't engage with him at all. He simply finished his meal in a hurry and prepared to leave.
How could Lin Zhou let him just walk away? He quickly followed, but Fang Zhiyi walked fast. He could only trail behind from a distance. When Fang Zhiyi hailed a taxi, Lin Zhou rolled his eyes, hailed one too, and followed. After many twists and turns, Fang Zhiyi got out, and so did he.
Lin Zhou somewhat admired his own tracking skills; he always managed to keep Fang Zhiyi's back just within sight, otherwise, he would have nearly lost him.
And now, it was obvious Fang Zhiyi had reached his destination.
He exchanged a few words with a man smoking at the entrance, ducked inside, and didn't come out again.
Lin Zhou wanted to get closer to take a look, but the smoking burly man shouted at him, so he had to slink away resentfully. He was now immensely curious about Fang Zhiyi's mystery.
Fang Zhiyi didn't come out all night. Lin Zhou ended up squatting by the roadside, leaning against a wall and falling asleep, only waking up when a dog peed on his leg.
"Shoo, shoo!" Lin Zhou looked around with bleary eyes, suddenly remembering his purpose. The burly guard was gone, giving him a chance to investigate.
"If you won't tell me, I can figure it out myself. I don't believe your luck is always that good, that you can turn things around even after all that..." Lin Zhou muttered to himself as he approached. But the house was locked tight, and the windows were covered with cardboard, blocking any view inside.
Lin Zhou was anxious but helpless. He finally took out his phone and called Fang Zhiyi.
This time, the call connected. Fang Zhiyi sounded like he hadn't fully woken up yet; he said a few casual words and hung up.
Lin Zhou thought it over and made up his mind. He sent Fang Zhiyi a message inviting him to dinner that evening.
"Just consider it an early investment," he consoled himself.
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.”
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.
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?!
