"Host, though I don’t quite understand, to put it in your terms—you truly have no shame," the System remarked.
Fang Zhiyi waved a hand dismissively. "Thanks for the compliment. No big deal. Did I really need to prove to him that I’m a good person? Why should I?"
The System replied, "Host, that wasn’t a compliment."
Liu Wenhui had also been captured and dragged back, covered in mud.
Fang Zhiyi began interrogating him in front of everyone. Liu Wenhui had initially planned to stay silent, but when a soldier lopped off one of his fingers with a single stroke, his attitude did a complete about-face. He confessed everything—how the new Emperor had ordered him to spread rumors that the Fang family was plotting rebellion, how he’d instructed his own daughter to poison the old General Fang, and even how they’d planned to arrest Fang Zhiyi upon his return to the capital for the funeral.
The court officials were stunned.
Wait, if that’s the case, then Fang Zhiyi’s retaliation was completely justified! Was the Emperor an idiot? The Fang family had been utterly loyal, yet he accused them of treason? Even if he wanted their military power, this was no way to go about it! What was he thinking?
They didn’t know Liu Guxia had played a role in this as well.
"Gentlemen, you’ve all heard it clearly, haven’t you?" Fang Zhiyi wore an expression of deep sorrow. "His Majesty wants my Fang family wiped out—root and branch!"
Several military governors were already seething with murderous intent. "General, it’s your call!" they declared, dropping to their knees. The surrounding soldiers followed suit.
"Host, are they… suggesting you declare yourself Emperor?" The System sounded shocked.
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. "My decision is this—we shall apologize to His Majesty. Someone, bring the Emperor back."
The entire court was thrown into chaos. What was Fang Zhiyi playing at? They’d all been ready to kneel before a new Emperor, and now he was talking about apologizing? Was this man insane?
Even Liu Wenhui, still restrained, looked utterly bewildered. Was the Fang family’s loyalty really this unshakable?
Soon, the Emperor was escorted back, accompanied by Liu Guxia. Both were seated on the imperial throne.
The Emperor, momentarily dazed, quickly regained his composure. "Fang Zhiyi! What kind of game are you playing?"
Beside him, Liu Guxia was equally baffled, eyeing Fang Zhiyi with suspicion.
Fang Zhiyi bowed deeply. "Your Majesty, my apologies for returning without notice. Starting today, you remain Emperor, and I’ll resume my post as the Northern Garrison General. Sound good?"
His tone was so casual it felt surreal to everyone present.
"General, this—!" One of the governors panicked. If they backed down now, everything they’d done would be for nothing—and they might even face retribution.
"Your Majesty! Save me!" Liu Wenhui cried out. If Fang Zhiyi wasn’t planning to usurp the throne, there was still hope for his life!
The Emperor opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word, Fang Zhiyi waved a hand. "Take him away. Find out where my concubine is being held—let the whole family reunite."
"Yes, sir!" Soldiers immediately dragged Liu Wenhui off.
"General Fang… His Majesty hasn’t given any orders. Isn’t this overstepping?" an official ventured.
Fang Zhiyi turned lazily and gave a half-hearted salute to the Emperor. "Your Majesty, you heard that, right? We’ll proceed like this."
Finally, the Emperor realized—Fang Zhiyi didn’t want the throne. He wanted to be the power behind it, a regent controlling the Emperor like a puppet!
But before he could protest, Fang Zhiyi dismissed the court. Under the implicit threat of armed soldiers, the officials fled swiftly.
The next day, an imperial decree was issued: Fang Zhiyi was granted the title of Imperial Prince for his service in eliminating treacherous officials. His five governors were ennobled, and the entire Northern Army was rewarded for their merits.
Celebrations erupted among the Northern troops.
No one quite understood what had happened, but their General was now an Imperial Prince—the first in the kingdom’s history!
The two armies that had rushed to the capital’s aid received orders explaining that the Northern forces had only acted to quell internal strife. They promptly turned back. Meanwhile, many in the capital never woke up after going to bed that night.
The Emperor knew the balance of power had shifted. The palace maids and eunuchs had been replaced overnight, their gazes now cold and watchful, as if he and Liu Guxia were prisoners. At the next court session, his loyal ministers were gone, replaced by unfamiliar faces. No one raised objections—it was as if things had always been this way. The only difference was the new chair beside the imperial throne, where Fang Zhiyi now sat during court.
The Emperor no longer had the luxury of romantic dalliances with Liu Guxia. He needed a way to turn the tables, to make Fang Zhiyi regret sparing him.
He began secretly sending messages to his grandfather’s faction. But on the very day they were to mobilize, black-clad men stormed the estate. That night, a eunuch presented the Emperor with a wooden box.
"Your Majesty, Prince Fang says this gift will help you sleep soundly," the eunuch said respectfully, though his tone dripped with mockery.
Inside the box was his grandfather’s head.
The next day, Fang Zhiyi announced the establishment of a new intelligence agency under his direct command—to "ensure His Majesty’s safety." From ministers to street vendors, anyone could be one of his spies.
The court descended into paranoia.
A man who’d drunkenly called the Fang family traitors was executed the next day for corruption.
When the Emperor argued with Liu Guxia and lost his temper, a memorial arrived—Fang Zhiyi’s note reminding him to "stay composed and not embarrass himself."
Gradually, the rest of the Xia Kingdom’s armies came under the control of Fang Zhiyi’s newly promoted commanders.
In the imperial prison, Concubine Liu gaped at the news brought by a jailer. "Fang Zhiyi didn’t become Emperor? He’s just an Imperial Prince?"
The jailer spat. "Call His Highness by his name again, and I’ll give you an extra lashing today!"
Concubine Liu stared blankly.
"The Emperor’s nothing now. Everyone knows he can’t lift a finger without Prince Fang’s approval."
Nearby, Fang Wenyuan pressed against the bars. "My brother’s an Imperial Prince! Let us out!"
The jailer stepped back. "You’re lucky to be alive. Out? Don’t forget you’re guilty of murdering the old Prince!"
"Say that again?" Fang Zhiyi lounged as a maid massaged his shoulders, addressing the spy before him.
"Reporting to Your Highness, your concubine and her father are locked in the same cage, fighting like animals. Fang Wenyuan even bit him. Liu Wenhui couldn’t take on both—he was groaning on the ground when I left."
"Good. Keep updating them on the outside world. Don’t let them eat well, but don’t starve them either."
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."
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
