It wasn't until one cultivation sect after another came knocking to stir up trouble that Fang Zhiyi realized these guys had taken the words he used to motivate them as absolute truth. This bunch of idiots was actually going around the entire cultivation world picking fights. Whenever they saw someone with low cultivation being bullied, they would step in to help. If they couldn't win, they called for backup; if they still couldn't win, they fought with their lives on the line. And after the fights, they even proudly announced where they came from.
However, since the trouble had already been caused, Fang Zhiyi couldn't just ignore it. After he stepped in and crippled two almighty Body Integration realm experts, the area outside the Heaven Shattering Sect's mountain gates finally quieted down again. Fang Zhiyi decided it was time to have a good talk with his subordinates.
But he never expected that these die-hard loyalists had already done something that would leave even him completely speechless.
"Boss, we heard you were calling us for a meeting, so we rushed right back!" Stone looked incredibly excited. His clothes were torn and tattered, clearly the result of a recent brawl.
The main issue was that behind him followed dozens of unfamiliar faces that Fang Zhiyi had never seen before. They were all wearing different clothes, and the only certainty was that these people were not disciples of the Heaven Shattering Sect.
"Who are they?"
"They're from our Law Enforcement Hall's branch divisions! You guys, come meet the boss! He's the almighty expert we told you about who can thrash Body Integration cultivators while only in the Soul Severing realm!"
Fang Zhiyi's scalp went numb. "Branch... divisions?"
These people shouted "Boss!" in perfect unison. They all looked at Fang Zhiyi with curiosity; some were curious, some were full of admiration, and some even had expressions of absolute fanaticism.
Stone answered, "Right, oh, these guys are the representatives from each branch!"
Fang Zhiyi's legs went weak. Representatives? Just how many people have you guys recruited???
Originally, only the name of the Heaven Shattering Sect's Law Enforcement Hall circulated in the cultivation world. Now, the name of the Law Enforcement Hall was spreading across the entire cultivation realm. In the eyes of all the sects, this was an organization composed of desperadoes, zealots, and absolute lunatics.
Their most obvious trait was that they would appear wherever there was injustice. Not only rogue cultivators but also the major sects had suffered at their hands. They would finally manage to beat back one group, only for a massive, swarming horde of them to show up later that very same day.
Fang Zhiyi sat in front of the mountain gate, with two rows of subordinates standing tall beside him. It wasn't Fang Zhiyi who asked them to stand there; they stood there voluntarily, claiming it was to protect his safety.
"Don't you think," Little Hei searched for the right words, "that the behavior of your subordinates is pretty much exactly like a mortal underworld gang?"
Fang Zhiyi sighed.
The surrounding subordinates immediately turned around. "Boss, what's wrong? Who are we beating up?"
"Have I inexplicably become the mob boss of the entire cultivation world?"
"Boss! There's a kid here who says he wants to see you!" a subordinate rushed in and reported.
Fang Zhiyi was feeling depressed and waved his hand. "Tell him to get lost!"
"Understood!"
"Wait!"
"Your orders, boss!"
"If he says anything about being my nephew or something like that, beat him half to death! I hate liars who try to falsely claim kinship the most."
"Yes, sir!"
At this moment, Dong Chenglin was looking around from a distance. "This uncle of mine seems to have some real capability. Hmph, in the future, all of this will be mine." As he thought this, he straightened his back, and a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes as he looked at the surrounding cultivators.
"Hey, kid!" The man who had gone to report ran back.
"Hmm? Did my uncle say I can go in? I'm coming!" Dong Chenglin was a bit excited.
The cultivator paused for a moment, then shouted, "Beat him up!"
"Huh?" Dong Chenglin was shocked. "You can't hit me, I'm Fang Zhiyi's nephew! He's my uncle!"
"Beat him half to death!" He paused. "Don't use any true qi."
A group of people swarmed forward, and Dong Chenglin was almost sent to the afterlife.
Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi appeared again. "Stop, stop, stop."
Hearing the order, the crowd immediately scattered.
Fang Zhiyi bent down and looked at the bruised and swollen Dong Chenglin. This kid actually had pretty good aptitude. A new idea suddenly popped into his head. "So it's you?"
Dong Chenglin looked at Fang Zhiyi, his eyes full of fear. He had considered the possibility of being chased away, but he never expected to be gang-beaten. Moreover, those people seemed intent on killing him, striking with lethal force.
"Unc..." Catching a glimpse of the surrounding cultivators' glares, he forcefully swallowed the rest of the word. "Please save my mother."
"Your mother?" Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.
"My mother is Fang Jingshu." Dong Chenglin breathed a sigh of relief after saying those three words. Surely they wouldn't hit him now, right?
"Oh."
Dong Chenglin was a bit dazed. Oh?
"You mean the Fang Jingshu who abandoned her family after starting cultivation, didn't even come back to see her parents when they died, then secretly married a useless mortal, and even shares a single husband with a bunch of other women, right?"
Dong Chenglin opened his mouth. He wanted to retort, but firstly, he didn't dare, and secondly, what Fang Zhiyi said seemed to be entirely correct.
"She... she was taken away by the Purple Cloud Sect. Please, I beg you to save her!"
Fang Zhiyi pondered for a moment and revealed a smile. "Saving her is not a problem... but there is a condition."
"What condition?" Dong Chenglin asked tremblingly. He had already made up his mind that if it required him to do anything difficult, he would leave immediately. It was just a mother, after all; whether she was saved or not didn't really matter. His main purpose for coming here this time was just to establish connections.
"You have to follow me and cultivate until you ascend." Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. In the original plot, didn't this kid blame the original owner of this body for not giving him any advantages? He would make sure to give him some special care.
"Really?" Dong Chenglin's eyes lit up. What kind of condition was this? Could it be that his natural talent was so brilliant, and that was why...
Getting Fang Jingshu back was very simple. Fang Zhiyi merely sat down at the entrance of the Purple Cloud Sect, and the cultivators from several nearby Law Enforcement Hall branches charged right in. In no time at all, they actually brought her out.
However, these fanatical believers once again managed to surprise Fang Zhiyi. He had only casually mentioned it back then... He never expected that a guy named Yu Baohe would forcibly rely on his Astral Projection realm cultivation to beat up the Soul Severing realm almighty expert guarding Fang Jingshu. Although Yu Baohe didn't end up looking much better himself, he really did beat the guy up.
Fang Zhiyi's worldview was slightly skewed.
"Is this scientific? That can't be right, can it?"
Little Hei comforted him, "It's normal. After all, they never expected that when your subordinates fight, they don't strike poses or gather spiritual energy, but instead just charge right up and attack below the belt."
"...Alright, stop talking."
Fang Jingshu was weeping and wailing, but Fang Zhiyi simply ignored her.
"My dear Dong and I are true love! I can't live without My dear Dong! Brother, do you know? I just love him so much..."
Even Dong Chenglin felt a bit embarrassed.
"Fine, fine, fine, true love," Fang Zhiyi nodded. What should he do about this sudden urge to kill the original owner's sister?
"Brother, I know you are very majestic now, could you... give your sister a Foundation Establishment Pill? I want to stay with My dear Dong forever, to live and die together."
"This isn't just being love-struck anymore, this is a mental illness!" Little Hei stated bluntly.
Fang Zhiyi, however, just looked at her. "You're saying you want to live and die together with that piece of trash who relies on women to feed him?"
"He's not a piece of trash! How can you say that about him!"
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.
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."
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!
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?!
