Liu Mei looked bewildered as Fang Zhiming showed up at her door demanding debt repayment. She really despised the Fang family right now. She had finally figured it out: only her maiden family was her true foundation.
And when Fang Zhiming claimed that her two hundred thousand yuan was all his, Liu Mei flew into a rage, pointing right at his nose and cursing him for being delusional.
Unable to settle the dispute, Liu Mei immediately called her eldest brother. Fang Zhiming showed no weakness: "Do you think I'm afraid of you just because you have more people? Give me the money back!"
Liu Qiang arrived with several men. He was no saint; without a word, they started throwing punches. Fang Zhiming didn't expect them to actually hit him, and for a moment, he was beaten so badly he scurried away with his arms covering his head.
Furious, he reported the incident to the police. However, after the officers arrived and got a general understanding of the situation, they said Fang Zhiming was not in the right. First, he had no evidence to prove she owed him money. Second, he had trespassed into Liu Mei's home. The only thing in his favor was that Liu Qiang and the others had beaten him up, which was assessed as a minor injury.
Fang Zhiming immediately seized upon this point, stubbornly refusing to leave the hospital and demanding compensation from Liu Mei. Liu Mei was also dumbfounded—she wasn't the one who hit him, so why should she have to pay?
Seeing Fang Zhiming blowing things out of proportion, she acted decisively. She transferred all her money to her brother, declaring she was penniless. With a shameless, unyielding attitude, they reached a stalemate.
Lying in the hospital bed, Fang Zhiming was full of resentment, hating both Fang Zhiyi and Liu Mei. Before he could decide whether to leave the hospital, he received a call from his sister.
"Brother, lend me some money!" Fang Wenxia's voice on the other end was choked with tears.
Fang Zhiming frowned. "What happened?"
"I can't get through to our eldest brother, so I can only come to you!" Fang Wenxia sounded terrible. Upon asking for details, Fang Zhiming learned that Li Xiaojun had caused a massive disaster.
Anyway, their new home was finally renovated. To celebrate, Li Jianguo took the mother and son out for fun. They went to an amusement park, then ate and went shopping. After the trip, Fang Wenxia felt the bad mood brought on by the renovation had significantly improved.
But in a moment of inattention, Li Xiaojun slipped into an elegantly decorated shop on the street.
Seeing no one around, he started examining the items. First, he tore the arm off a clay figurine, and then he smeared ice cream on a painting. When the shop owner discovered this and chased after him, Li Xiaojun casually pushed a vase to the floor.
Fang Wenxia and her husband, drawn by the commotion, were initially arrogant, thinking the shop owner was making a fuss over nothing. But when the owner produced receipts proving the value of the items, Fang Wenxia was completely stunned.
"A painting is this expensive?"
"Isn't this vase just ten yuan?"
"You... you're extorting us!"
The shop owner didn't indulge them and directly called the police. While waiting, Li Jianguo glared furiously at Li Xiaojun, who looked completely indifferent. Li Xiaojun was still mouthing off at the shop owner, using words he had learned from his mother.
Li Jianguo slapped him hard across the face.
Knocked to the ground, Li Xiaojun cried out, "Stinky dad, you hit me! You're nothing like Uncle! Uncle would praise me! And give me money!"
At that moment, Fang Wenxia finally realized what a massive time bomb Fang Zhiyi had planted, only they hadn't known when it would explode.
Now they were ordered to compensate for all the damages, but where would the couple get the money?
After cursing "idiot," Fang Zhiming angrily hung up the phone. Trying to borrow money from him? No way!
He suddenly thought of his eldest brother. How could that fool be so calculating? Thinking of his own money, he immediately took out his phone and dialed, but only heard a busy tone. It was obvious he had been blocked.
"We're blood brothers! How could you do this to me!" Fang Zhiming yelled.
He had completely forgotten the time he shamelessly refused to repay Fang Zhiyi's money.
Fang Zhiming never expected that this chain reaction wasn't over yet. His son and Liu Qiang's son happened to attend the same school. When his son was showing off his superiority, Liu Qiang's son overheard. The two got into an argument, and upon further investigation, they realized that the other boy's father was the one who had been beaten up by his father.
Liu Qiang's son suddenly felt a sense of superiority and frequently used the incident to provoke the other boy.
The conflict escalated, and the two boys started fighting. Being half-grown teenagers, they fought recklessly and were only separated when school officials arrived.
Looking at the new patient being brought in, Fang Zhiming was about to say hello when he heard a familiar cry: "Dad..."
Fang Zhiming was dumbfounded.
What stunned him even more came next: the other boy was injured worse than his son, and Liu Qiang demanded compensation. Naturally, he refused to agree, and thus the fates of the two families became entangled.
However, none of this had much to do with Fang Zhiyi. He was leisurely enjoying his life. Blessed with both a son and a daughter, he felt his life was complete.
Facing requests for help from friends, Fang Zhiyi showed a different attitude from the original owner of his body. For some, he helped if it was convenient; for others, he maintained contact but claimed he was powerless to assist.
This change left both Fang Ting and Fang Ning a bit puzzled.
"It took your old man most of his life to realize that not everyone is truly human," Fang Zhiyi said, lying back, too lazy to even wash up.
Fang Ting still only half-understood, but she knew that her dad was very good to her and her brother now. He no longer gave all the good food and drinks to outsiders while she could only watch. Fang Ting felt very happy.
"Boss, this job is done." A call came through on Fang Zhiyi's phone. On the other end was a disheveled man. Fang Zhiyi smiled and replied, "Alright, as agreed, take a tenth of the collected money and split it among the brothers."
Fang Ning knew what kind of business his father was running, and Fang Zhiyi hadn't kept it a secret from him.
He had gathered a group of unemployed vagrants and set up a debt collection company. He didn't require them to be good fighters, only that they be shameless enough. They were willing to block debtors in restaurants, hotels, and construction sites. If the debtor didn't pay, they would just follow them relentlessly without crossing any lines. If the other party couldn't hold back and threw a punch—well, they were in big trouble. Some of these men were professional scammers who would drop to the ground and scream about a headache at the slightest touch.
The people who previously owed the original owner money weren't tough guys either. With just a little pressure, they obediently paid up. They only dropped a few harsh words when paying, saying they would cut ties with Fang Zhiyi in the future. Fang Zhiyi simply nodded repeatedly, "With your kind of character, staying away from me is exactly the right thing to do."
However, Fang Zhiyi kept a strict eye on Fang Ning. Fang Ning refocused his mind on his studies, and being naturally smart, he managed to get accepted directly into a key high school.
On campus, wearing his new school uniform and looking around at the environment, Fang Ning felt a bit emotional. He originally thought he wouldn't have the chance to attend high school. In his old home, his father's outward devotion to others and his mother's suppression and belittling had made him feel like he was better off dead. But now, it seemed the world had turned upside down.
But suddenly, he frowned.
"You bastard, why are you here too?"
"If you can come, why can't this young master?" the newcomer asked with a careless swagger.
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.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
