Who is Fang Zhiyi? In another world, he could con tens of thousands of people into charging into battle!
After a speech filled with deep-seated grievances, the Zhang family members were clearly infuriated, especially Zhang Daming, who looked like a raging bull.
At this moment, the manager who had arranged for his subordinates to work overtime walked out after getting off work.
"We ordinary folks are truly happy today~" he hummed a little tune, completely oblivious to the murderous aura not far away.
"That's him! Dad, Mom, Big Brother!" Fang Zhiyi put on an aggrieved look.
"Get him!" Zhang Daming rolled up his sleeves and charged forward.
The manager, who was suddenly blocked, was a bit dazed. When he got a clear look at the people, especially their rustic clothes, he laughed: "Begging? Begging isn't allowed here, hurry up and get lost!"
Zhang Daming's eyes widened. This guy was exactly as Fang Zhiyi described, spewing shit the moment he opened his mouth!
"Beg your mom!" Throwing a punch, the manager took a sudden critical hit, instantly making him dizzy and disoriented.
"Dad, step aside! Let me do it!" When it came to fighting, Zhang Xiong was also enthusiastic. They had always lived in a remote mountain village. For the Zhang family in particular, their legal awareness was practically non-existent. If they had any, they wouldn't have done things like selling their son or instigating him to steal and poison.
As the two men beat up the manager, Wang Ling stood to the side with her hands on her hips, cursing vigorously with a booming voice, acting like a cheerleader.
"You shameless bastard, you dare to bully anyone? Blocking my son from making money, I'll kill you! You damned piece of trash..."
Although their legal awareness was weak, the Zhang family weren't complete idiots. Seeing the growing crowd of onlookers, they knew it was time to run. However, when they turned around, they found that Fang Zhiyi had long disappeared. But they couldn't worry about that now; leaving this place first was the priority.
The Zhang family ran to the next block. Zhang Daming panted heavily, "That little brat ran off on his own?"
Wang Ling shook her head, "I don't know, did he run because he saw too many people?"
Zhang Xiong said disdainfully, "After all these years, he's still so cowardly. What a loser!"
Zhang Daming chuckled, "It's good that he's cowardly. If he's cowardly, he'll listen to us."
Suddenly, Wang Ling's eyes widened, and then she looked in a certain direction with some confusion.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Daming was puzzled.
Wang Ling suddenly pointed in a direction: "Hubby, look, doesn't that kid look like Zhang Sangou?" On this point, Fang Zhiyi still admired her. Even though Zhang Sangou was still small when he was sold, she could recognize him at a glance. Of course, maybe it was because Zhang Sangou, who was now Fang Zhizu, looked far too much like Zhang Daming.
"Now that you mention it, he really does!" Zhang Daming was also stunned.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhizu also saw these three people. He froze for a moment, instinctively hiding the grilled sausage he had just snatched from an elementary school student behind his back. The way these people were looking at him, it was as if they wanted to rob him.
Just as Wang Ling and the others began to approach Fang Zhizu, Fang Zhiyi had already returned home.
The two elders of the Fang family were a little surprised: "You're back? Why are you back so early today? Go rest first, your mom and I will go cook."
Fang Zhiyi agreed, turning his head to catch a glimpse of a few small bowls on the kitchen table. Those were exclusively for Fang Zhizu. Fang Zhizu wandered around outside all day, and his adoptive parents were afraid he would go hungry, so they left food for him every day. Even with this, he still constantly found fault.
"Dad, Mom, I quit my job." Fang Zhiyi sat down heavily.
Hearing this, Father Fang paused for a moment, then smiled: "Quit then. I never thought your job was any good anyway. Who works overtime every single day? Back when your mom and I were working, we got off work on the dot. Overtime meant overtime pay and provided meals."
Mother Fang scolded playfully, "Stop bringing up your old history, society is different now than it was before!"
"I'm not talking nonsense. In our time, we had two days off on weekends. Look at this kid, not to mention only having one day off a week, he has to rush off to work the moment he gets a call. He works harder than the donkeys in the production teams back then!"
Mother Fang ignored him, simply comforting Fang Zhiyi: "It's fine, if you don't want to do it, don't. See if there's a job you like first, or maybe your dad and I can give you some money to start a small business or something?"
Father Fang was clearly a bit happy. He poured himself a glass of liquor, thought about it, and poured one for Fang Zhiyi as well: "Why are you rushing him? Our son started working right after graduation, look how tired he is. He finally quit, let him rest for a bit. Are you really going to treat him like a donkey?"
Fang Zhiyi looked at his adoptive parents in front of him, feeling a bit emotional in his heart.
"These parents are so good, your brother must be an animal, right? Bah, worse than an animal." Little Hei was indignant.
"Dad, Mom, I'm planning to go on a long trip..." Fang Zhiyi drank a glass with his adoptive father.
The adoptive parents were taken aback, then smiled: "That's great. We told you before, you should have gone out to travel when you graduated, but you were so incredibly stubborn and insisted on going to work. Going now is good too. Where are you planning to go?"
Mother Fang stood up directly: "Mom will get some money for you to take."
Fang Zhiyi quickly stopped her: "I have money. As for where... it's a secret for now, but I'm planning to take Zhizu with me."
These words made both adoptive parents freeze.
"Zhizu... him..."
"This kid, he's just hit his rebellious phase. You're his big brother, it's right for you to care for him more." The adoptive father took another sip. "Alright, anyway, I see this little rascal doesn't like studying. Maybe going out for a trip with you will help him figure things out."
While the family was enjoying themselves happily, the door opened, and Fang Zhizu appeared in the doorway. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his face was filled with excitement, but when he saw his adoptive parents, the disgust on his face could hardly be concealed.
"Oh, it's strange today, everyone came back so early? Mom will serve you some rice." Mother Fang stood up.
Fang Zhizu sat down beside Fang Zhiyi like a lord, then nudged Fang Zhiyi with his elbow. Fang Zhiyi looked at him, and Fang Zhizu winked and made faces.
"This idiot is so happy he could die after finding his biological parents, I don't know how his brain works." Little Hei floated above Fang Zhizu's head, seemingly wanting to manually pry open his skull to check.
After Fang Zhizu returned, the atmosphere at the dining table became much heavier. He showed no respect for his adoptive parents, and Fang Zhiyi had to suppress the urge to beat him up three times.
"No, no, I can't hit him. If I hit him, I'll expose a flaw." He remembered the details of how he had exposed flaws in front of the original host's parents before. He couldn't make the same mistake in this world. These two old people were already miserable enough; he had to at least act like a decent human being.
After dinner, Fang Zhizu pulled Fang Zhiyi into the room, excitedly saying that he had seen their mom and dad today!
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "And so?"
"Bro, didn't you understand? Our biological parents found us!" He paused, his gaze turning toward the tightly closed door. "I've suspected since I was little that we were trafficked. Maybe these two old geezers are the buyers!"
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath: "And so?"

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

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."