"You're done showing off, but I almost died there!" Little Hei nagged.
Fang Zhiyi spat, "You almost died from overeating! But was that thing really the Heavenly Dao? It looked... hard to describe."
"A collapsed Heavenly Dao looks like that. The vast universe is full of strange things." Little Hei stretched. "I might need to sleep for a while. I was quite full, but it all went to waste."
Despite the banter, Fang Zhiyi had seen the peril of Little Hei's battle with that monster Heavenly Dao. The two sides tore at each other like two primordial behemoths. Every clash was enough to destroy the world, and Fang Zhiyi's physical body was almost torn apart after just a few impacts.
"Good thing that thing lost most of its energy, otherwise we would have been done for." Little Hei extended a tentacle. "Here's the plot, hurry up."
Fang Zhiyi was a small business owner. Because his family was so poor when he was young—so poor that his father had to sell blood to feed him—Fang Zhiyi understood the importance of money exceptionally well. He started as an apprentice, slowly accumulating resources, opening a shop, attracting clients, and collecting debts, taking it step by step to reach where he was today.
He had a gentle and beautiful wife, Zhang Enyu, whom he met on a blind date introduced by a friend. Zhang Enyu was very satisfied with her impression of him and his financial conditions, so the two quickly got their marriage certificate.
After getting married, Fang Zhiyi wanted to find a balance between his career and family, but found it very difficult. When Zhang Enyu gave birth to their eldest son, Fang Yunhui, Fang Zhiyi chose to close his shop and stay home specifically to accompany her. It was a blissful moment in life, but unfortunately, Fang Yunhui fell seriously ill and needed a lot of money for treatment. Fang Zhiyi poured almost all of his accumulated savings into it.
Facing his wife's reproaches, he could only borrow money to open a shop again, secretly resolving to provide a secure future for his family.
Later, his second son, Fang Yunyi, and third son, Fang Yunyao, were born one after another, making Fang Zhiyi even busier. Zhang Enyu spent money lavishly, and the sons wanted the best of everything. He didn't dare to stop at all, silently shouldering the responsibility.
It wasn't until his youngest daughter, Fang Yuran, was born that Fang Zhiyi held the only daughter in the family, grinning from ear to ear, completely missing the look of disgust in Zhang Enyu's eyes beside him.
Although busy, Fang Zhiyi gave the best of everything to this youngest daughter. However, unlike her three older brothers who acted recklessly, Fang Yuran spoke very little and always looked cautious.
Until Fang Yuran's eighteenth birthday, a shocking secret was exposed: Fang Yuran was not Fang Zhiyi's biological daughter!
Zhang Enyu threw the paternity test on the table with an icy demeanor, and Fang Zhiyi felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
After some searching, he found a man named Sun Lei. At Sun Lei's house, he met his biological daughter. The girl was dressed cleanly, but the look in her eyes as she looked at him was distant.
After giving Sun Lei a sum of money, Fang Zhiyi took his biological daughter away, and the girl's name was changed to Fang Nian.
Looking at the adopted daughter he had raised for eighteen years, Fang Zhiyi could never harden his heart, so he just let her continue living in the Fang family. Fang Yuran became even more reticent. Fang Nian was not as quiet as Fang Yuran; she had a lively personality and knew how to please the family. She quickly established a deep sibling bond with her three older brothers. Compared to the always silent Fang Yuran, Zhang Enyu obviously preferred this biological daughter much more.
Fang Zhiyi began to hear complaints from his children time and time again. Today they said Fang Yuran stole their mother's pearl necklace; tomorrow he heard that Fang Yuran pushed Fang Nian down and injured her. As the number of times increased, Fang Zhiyi's attitude towards Fang Yuran began to change.
Finally, one day during Zhang Enyu's birthday, the cake Fang Nian had prepared fell to the ground. Beside her, Fang Yuran waved her hands nervously, "No, it wasn't me, I didn't touch my sister..."
But Fang Nian's crying infuriated the rest of the Fang family. The sons jumped out to accuse Fang Yuran, saying everything from calling her a fake to claiming she wanted to stay in the Fang family to leech off them.
Even Zhang Enyu, with a cold face, demanded that she apologize to Fang Nian.
Fang Yuran looked at Fang Zhiyi tremblingly, "Dad..."
Fang Zhiyi looked at the familiar yet strange daughter in front of him, and finally frowned and waved his hand. He had been good enough to her, but ever since Fang Nian returned, this daughter had changed. Although he was busy making money all day, he also knew he needed to maintain the family.
Fang Yuran left, taking nothing with her.
He originally thought the family's days would return to how they were before, but Fang Zhiyi had underestimated the extent of his children's troublemaking.
Fang Yunhui spent money as lavishly as Zhang Enyu and often caused trouble outside using Fang Zhiyi's name. His classic saying was, "In the future, my dad's restaurants will all be mine!" During a drunk drag race, Fang Yunhui hit someone, but he just opened his mouth to ask how much money they wanted. It wasn't until a bystander called the police that he fled in a panic, immediately turning to his family for help.
When Fang Zhiyi heard about this, he was furious. Fang Yunhui, who had never been beaten since childhood, received a severe beating and was then sent to the police station by Fang Zhiyi. Fortunately, the person who was hit reacted quickly and only suffered scrapes. Fang Zhiyi paid compensation, and Fang Yunhui was detained for a month, but after this incident, he held a grudge against Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Yunyi often hung out with a bad crowd. Listening to their advice, he secretly took money from home to invest and lost disastrously. To cover the deficit, he could only turn to his mother and sister for help. Zhang Enyu covered the hole for him, but when Fang Zhiyi found out about this, he furiously reprimanded him and told him to cut ties with those people. Fang Yunyi felt that Fang Zhiyi had never fulfilled his duties as a father and was now criticizing his friends. He threw a huge tantrum at home and slammed the door as he left.
The youngest son, Fang Yunyao, also entered a rebellious phase. He didn't want to go to school and disliked Fang Zhiyi's preaching. He just liked playing games and would argue with people in games in the middle of the night. When Fang Zhiyi tried to advise him, he simply shut the door with an impatient look on his face.
"Where were you earlier? Now you're thinking about managing me."
Seeing that her older brothers had all fallen out with their father, Fang Nian also followed this fine tradition and brought back a boyfriend. Fang Zhiyi firmly opposed it; he felt his daughter was too young and it wasn't the time for relationships. Unsurprisingly, Fang Nian also stormed back to her room in a huff and cried all night. From that day on, she ignored Fang Zhiyi as well, and Fang Zhiyi seemed to become an outsider in this home.
Fang Zhiyi felt completely mentally and physically exhausted. Since when had his life become like this? He wanted to ask his wife, but Zhang Enyu accused him of only ever caring about the shop's business, coming home reeking of cooking oil or alcohol and tobacco, and neglecting the household. She claimed that the children not being close to him now was entirely his own doing. Fang Zhiyi opened his mouth to speak, but after glancing at the expensive clothes and jewelry on his wife, he lowered his head.
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?!
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?"
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!
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."
