“It’s a pity. We’re all wanted now, so I can’t go back to my old job. But even in town, it shouldn’t be a big problem. Let me think.” Fang Zhiyi placed a heavy emphasis on the word “wanted.”
The Zhang family members all looked a bit awkward. They hadn’t expected that beating someone up would cause such a mess. They had originally planned to see if they could extort some money from that Fang family, but now that seemed impossible.
Over the next few days, Fang Zhiyi went into full-blown con-artist mode. He suddenly understood why bosses loved holding meetings for no reason; the feeling of talking absolute nonsense was truly wonderful!
“So, if we can align the granularity of the merchants in this town, we can achieve our goal.”
“We need to form a vertical matrix to perfect the operational results I’m aiming for.”
Forget the Zhang family—even Fang Zhiyi didn’t understand what he was saying. But he was having a blast, especially seeing the dazed and bewildered expressions on Zhang Daming and Wang Ling’s faces. It made him feel even better.
Fang Zhizu, on the other hand, was having a miserable time. After being allowed to lie down for just one day, he was kicked by Zhang Xiong the very next morning and forced to start working early—feeding chickens, sweeping the floor, doing laundry...
Every time he saw his older brother gesticulating wildly while “giving directions,” the hatred in his heart intensified.
“I predict that if what I’ve said can be realized, then it will definitely realize my goal.” Fang Zhiyi nodded with satisfaction after finishing his stream of nonsense.
Wang Ling blanked for a moment. “Son, how much money can you make from that?”
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. “I’m not sure yet. I need to go to town first to conduct market research and see if there are any suitable positions.”
Wang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't someone who fell for empty promises easily, but she didn’t dare offend Fang Zhiyi for the time being. After all, she was counting on him to make money, wasn't she? Since he had finally decided to go, she had to show some support.
“Then, when are you going? Tomorrow? Mom will cook something nice for you tomorrow.”
Fang Zhiyi nodded, but his gaze shifted toward Fang Zhizu, who was grumbling as he worked.
It was a bit strange. This kid was definitely no pushover; there was no way a single beating from Zhang Daming had broken his spirit.
Fang Zhizu looked back at him at that moment, his eyes filled with hatred. But when he heard them discussing Fang Zhiyi’s trip to town, his eyes lit up.
He could go too! As long as he could leave this dump and get back to his adoptive parents, he’d have everything he wanted again!
That night, he sought out Fang Zhiyi, using his usual tricks, though now he had an extra card to play.
“Brother, look at what Dad did to my body...” He was almost in tears, and this time, it wasn't an act.
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow. “What’s the big deal about your biological father giving you a beating?”
“He’s a biological father in name only!” Fang Zhizu almost jumped up, but quickly lowered his voice. “Brother, take me back with you. I want to go back to the Fangs. You’ve protected me since we were kids; you can’t just watch me suffer, can you?” He even tried to act spoiled.
The original owner of the body had indulged him time and again precisely because of this behavior.
Fang Zhiyi leaned back comfortably. “So now you remember those two ‘old fogies’ and ‘human traffickers’?”
Fang Zhizu didn’t react to those labels. “At least the Fangs didn't make me work. If I’d known this place was such a dump, I never would have come back!”
Fang Zhiyi frowned. “How can you say that? No matter how bad they are, they’re still our biological parents. This attitude of yours won’t do.”
“You...” Fang Zhizu was nearly exploding with rage. You're only saying that because you aren't the one getting beaten!
But then a voice rang out from behind him. “Just as I thought—an ungrateful little wolf cub! I should have strangled you the moment you were born!”
He turned around in terror and saw Zhang Daming’s fierce face. His biological mother’s expression was just as ugly. “Beat him! Break his legs! If I hadn't given birth to you, would you even be here to whine?”
“Fang Zhiyi! You!” Fang Zhizu finally realized that Fang Zhiyi had set him up on purpose.
But it was too late. The Zhang couple started swinging.
“Hey, hey! I have to get up early tomorrow!” Fang Zhiyi complained.
Wang Ling’s face changed instantly. “It’s my fault for not being more considerate. Husband, drag him outside!”
Zhang Daming paused and glanced at Fang Zhiyi with some dissatisfaction, but thinking of the money, he followed his wife's lead.
Fang Zhizu’s screams lasted half the night. Fang Zhiyi slept soundly.
Early the next morning, after finishing his meal, he held out his hand to Wang Ling. “Give me some travel money.”
“Travel money?” Wang Ling was stunned.
“Yeah,” Fang Zhiyi said naturally. “I need to take the bus to town to find a job, I need to eat, and I might even have to buy some gifts for people.”
“Where’s... where’s your money?” Wang Ling had been obsessing over this for a long time but had been too afraid of annoying him to ask.
“My money? When you guys beat that person up and we all ran away, my bank accounts were frozen.” Fang Zhiyi sounded a bit mournful. “I had a lot of money saved up. I was planning to use it to renovate the house when I came home...”
Wang Ling pursed her lips. With a pained expression, she reached into her clothes, pulled out some cash, and counted out two bills for him.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t complain about the small amount. He took the money and left.
“Mom, aren't you afraid he'll run away and never come back?” Zhang Xiong asked only after Fang Zhiyi had disappeared from sight.
Wang Ling wore a calculating look. “How could he? His things are all here, and where could he possibly go? Since we’re wanted, he’s implicated too!” Sensing her eldest son’s recent unhappiness, she coaxed him, “Don’t worry, you’ll always be my favorite. He’s just there to make money for you. Once he finds a job and starts earning, I’ll take control of the finances. He’ll have to listen to me then. I’m his mother, after all!”
Zhang Xiong thought about it for a moment. He wasn't the brightest, but hearing Wang Ling’s words brought a smile to his face.
Zhang Daming’s angry shouting echoed from inside the house again. “A fever? Why didn't it just kill you? If you keep faking it, I’ll beat you again!”
In his heart, Fang Zhizu loathed this entire family, especially Fang Zhiyi. He couldn't understand how he had suddenly fallen to such a state.
I will have my revenge! Fire burned in Fang Zhizu’s eyes. But a moment later, a belt lashed across his body. He trembled all over and submissively went back to work.
Fang Zhiyi hummed a little tune as he left the village. He hitched a ride on an ox cart, then a motorcycle, and then a bus... arriving in town by noon.
But he had no intention of looking for a job. Instead, he started wandering around, grabbing a bite here and watching the crowds there. Honestly, the prices here were quite low.
“Little Hei, I have a question,” Fang Zhiyi asked while munching on a popsicle.
“Hmm?”
“We’ve barely encountered any other task-takers in the last few worlds. Why do you think that is?”
Little Hei shook its head. “Who knows? Isn't it better to have some peace and quiet? Even if it means fewer snacks for me.”
As they were talking, someone suddenly brushed past Fang Zhiyi.
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?!
iaobai: "Councilor Dad, front me some funds. I want to hire ten thousand professional miners for a project!" [Five-Star Mission Issued: Capture the leader of the Blood Heaven Pirate Gang, who is on the run in the Radiant Star Sector. It is said the gang has over a hundred members. Proceed with caution.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, lend me the family's hundred-thousand-strong Lu Army!" [Seven-Star Mission Issued: Subdue a juvenile Void Dragon Beast.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, I'm taking your tamed Void Dragon Beast King out for a family reunion!" I said, System, don't you have any slightly more challenging missions? You're just not up to par! [Nine-Star Mission Issued: Become the Human Councilor.] Lu Xiaobai: "Dad, there's a small matter I'd like to discuss with you..."
'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.
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!
