The original owner of the body in this world was a hardworking cultivator. Although his aptitude was poor, he persisted time and time again with the belief that hard work could make up for a lack of talent. Eventually, he gained the Sect Master's approval and was taken in as a personal disciple.
However, Fang Zhiyi never expected that the series of events that followed would turn him from the Second Senior Brother of the Heaven-Shattering Sect into a demonic cultivator despised and hunted by everyone.
First was Miao Yunxi, the little junior sister their master had brought back from the mortal realm. Originally, she was a wealthy young lady with mediocre aptitude who had traveled a long way with her servant to seek immortality. Her servant was chosen by the sect, while she was turned away. The servant was overjoyed and even went as far as to humiliate her. Heartbroken, she chose to end her own life as she descended the mountain that night. But right at that moment, things took a turn—a soul from another world transmigrated into her body.
The next day, Miao Yunxi returned to the mountain gates, and the talent she displayed made the elders present rub their eyes in disbelief. Had they really misjudged this mortal just yesterday? The news reached the Sect Master, who rushed over, only to arrive a step too late. Miao Yunxi had already been officially taken in as a disciple by Perfected Jingyun of the Jingyun Peak.
Although Perfected Jingyun rarely participated in sect affairs, his strength was formidable. He already had four disciples under him, each with their own unique strengths. As the youngest junior sister with a sweet tongue, Miao Yunxi quickly won the affection of everyone on Jingyun Peak.
Within just a few days, the servant who had abandoned and humiliated her was driven out of the sect by Miao Yunxi's senior brothers. Miao Yunxi was thrilled. She knew that soon, the demonic cultivator Li Cheng would be injured and hiding nearby, so she secretly hid there in advance, orchestrating an encounter with him.
"Truly worthy of being the number one handsome man!" The moment Miao Yunxi saw Li Cheng, she was immediately captivated.
What followed happened naturally. Li Cheng had never met such an unconventional girl; despite being a member of the Heaven-Shattering Sect, she didn't despise him for being a demonic cultivator and even begged her master for medicine to treat him. Deeply moved, Li Cheng swore he would marry no one but her.
The two thus began a romance. Unfortunately, their relationship was discovered by Fang Zhiyi. Li Cheng fled in a hurry. Fang Zhiyi was rigid by nature; he firmly believed that all demonic cultivators were destructive elements who had fallen into the demonic path. Fearing that Li Cheng would use Miao Yunxi to harm the Heaven-Shattering Sect, he decided to report the matter to his master, the Sect Master.
However, this decision provoked Miao Yunxi. Ever since she transmigrated, everything had gone smoothly for her. She had a protective master and four senior brothers who doted on her. Who did Fang Zhiyi think he was? Did he really think he was a big shot just because she called him "senior brother"?
So, Miao Yunxi first placated Fang Zhiyi, claiming she would confess everything herself. Seeing her apparent sincerity, Fang Zhiyi temporarily believed her.
Little did he know, Miao Yunxi immediately turned to Li Cheng for a pill tainted with demonic energy and dropped it into the spiritual spring Fang Zhiyi drank from. Then, she ran to her master and senior brothers, crying and playing the victim. Fang Zhiyi had noticed something was wrong with the spiritual spring, but before he could figure it out, he received a summons from the Sect Master.
Thus, Fang Zhiyi was blatantly framed. Even when he exposed Miao Yunxi's secret rendezvous with the demonic cultivator, no one believed him because demonic energy was indeed spreading within his body. Fang Zhiyi tried to defend himself, but Miao Yunxi's master struck him right in front of the Sect Master. With just one blow, Fang Zhiyi spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Heaven-Shattering Sect harbored a deep hatred for demonic cultivators. Ultimately, Fang Zhiyi was stripped of his status by the Sect Master, reduced to an ordinary inner disciple, and deprived of all the conveniences the sect had provided him. He was also locked up in the Sky Prison to reflect on his mistakes.
Fang Zhiyi's state of mind was damaged, and his cultivation realm plummeted from the Out-of-Body stage down to the Nascent Soul stage. After a period of depression, he gathered himself and began to work hard once again.
However, while reflecting on his mistakes, Fang Zhiyi met Lan Chengyue, who had stumbled into the prison by accident. He learned that she was a newly inducted disciple of the Alchemy Peak.
Seeing that he was an honest person, Lan Chengyue visited him frequently. Over time, even Fang Zhiyi found himself drawn to this junior sister.
After being released, Fang Zhiyi buried himself in bitter cultivation. Even when faced with provocations from Miao Yunxi and her group, he kept his head down and avoided them. He didn't even fight back when attacked by Miao Yunxi's senior brothers. Perhaps hard work truly paid off; Fang Zhiyi's long-stagnant bottleneck finally broke. He successfully returned from the Nascent Soul stage to the Out-of-Body stage. With Lan Chengyue's encouragement, he continued to break through, barely touching the threshold of the Soul Splitting stage.
The cultivation world respected strength above all else. Fang Zhiyi's breakthrough in cultivation made some people put away their malicious intentions.
But just when he thought everything was getting better, another issue arose. A disciple guarding the mountain gate brought in a young boy, saying that the boy had asked for him by name. Looking at the boy's rebellious and untamed face, Fang Zhiyi felt somewhat confused.
In his early years, he had a younger sister who was taken away by an immortal due to her extremely high aptitude. Later, when he also entered the cultivation world, he asked around but could never find out where his sister, Fang Jingshu, was.
"My mom is from the Purple Cloud Sect," the boy said, sizing Fang Zhiyi up and down. "You're my uncle, aren't you?"
Fang Zhiyi was quite shocked.
What he heard next was even more bizarre. Because of her excellent aptitude, Fang Jingshu had reached the Soul Splitting stage early on. Yet, such a proud daughter of heaven was attracted to an ordinary mortal while experiencing the mortal world. The two fell in love, and the boy before him, named Dong Chenglin, was his nephew.
The news Dong Chenglin brought was that his mother had been forcibly taken away by the Purple Cloud Sect, and his father, Dong Shi, had sent him to seek Fang Zhiyi's help.
Looking at his arrogant nephew with his nose in the air, and thinking of the sister he hadn't seen in years, Fang Zhiyi gritted his teeth and agreed.
He ventured into the Purple Cloud Sect alone. The Purple Cloud Sect was also a major sect and had always had friction with the Heaven-Shattering Sect. Fang Zhiyi faced all sorts of difficulties along the way. In truth, if it weren't for protecting the Dong father and son who insisted on tagging along, he wouldn't have been in such a sorry state.
As a result, not only was he injured, but he also had to endure the mockery of the father and son.
"Mom said Uncle is also an immortal. Are immortals this weak?"
"Nonsense, don't offend your uncle," Dong Shi said, covering his son's mouth, though his eyes were full of calculation.
After much ordeal, Fang Zhiyi made a promise to help the Purple Cloud Sect retrieve several secret treasures guarded by ferocious beasts from a mystic realm in exchange for his sister's freedom. Of course, leaving the Purple Cloud Sect wasn't that simple. Fang Jingshu had her entire cultivation crippled before she was let go.
It wasn't until he escorted the three of them back to the mortal realm that Fang Zhiyi discovered Dong Shi had several wives and concubines, and his sister was just one of them! His mind buzzed loudly, his sister's pleas for Dong Shi ringing in his ears. Ultimately, Fang Zhiyi gritted his teeth and left.
Even more shamelessly, before he left, his sister and Dong Shi knelt and begged him to take Dong Chenglin away, claiming it would fulfill their wishes as parents. Soft-hearted, Fang Zhiyi agreed.
Upon returning this time, Lan Chengyue first complained about him acting on his own, but then took meticulous care of him, which improved Fang Zhiyi's mood a bit. After settling his nephew, he once again threw himself into bitter cultivation.
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."
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
