"Get lost!"
"Hey, you're itching for a beating, aren't you?"
"Brother Ning, should I beat him up?" The big guy behind Fang Ning took a step forward.
"Mind your own business." Fang Ning pushed his lackey aside. Shao Zhijie looked the big guy up and down: "Where did you find him? He looks pretty intimidating."
"It's all because of my dad. He said I never use my brain when I do things, so didn't I just go and find someone who uses his brain?"
"Uncle Fang, huh... No, wait, this brother here doesn't exactly look like he... you know?"
"Datou, give him a demonstration!"
The big guy didn't hesitate at all. He casually dug a brick out of the flowerbed and smashed it over his own head. The red brick shattered on the spot.
Shao Zhijie was a bit dumbfounded: "Brother, I really don't think that's what Uncle Fang meant by using a brain."
"Like I need you to tell me!" Fang Ning scolded with a laugh. Suddenly, he caught sight of a familiar figure not far away. The person approached with a limp. Seeing that the man wanted to greet him, Fang Ning let out a disdainful scoff, threw his arm around Shao Zhijie's shoulders, and walked away.
"You know him? Is he a creditor?" Shao Zhijie's mouth was always quite wicked.
"Not really. I think he's my cousin. God knows how he ended up like that."
"I actually know. I heard it's a lingering injury from a brawl. He could have recovered, but his dad dragged him along to collect debts, and as a result, he ended up crippled," Shao Zhijie said. "That guy acted all tough relying on the dirty money his dad scrounged up, and he got beaten for it."
As he spoke, Shao Zhijie suddenly saw something. He immediately ditched Fang Ning and buzzed over like a fly: "Tingting, you're here too? Did you know your Brother Zhijie was coming to register? Come on, let me carry your bag."
"Shao Zhijie! Screw you! Stay away from my sister!" Fang Ning roared.
"Screw you! She's my sister too!" Shao Zhijie didn't even turn his head.
Fang Huohua watched Fang Ning walk away, then looked at the graceful and elegant Fang Ting, a flash of jealousy crossing his eyes. Those two from his eldest uncle's family used to be at the very bottom of the Fang family. How were they living so well now?
It was all that eldest uncle's fault, borrowing money from their family and never paying it back!
He gritted his teeth, muttering something under his breath. Suddenly, Fang Ning, who was walking ahead, turned his head with a threatening look. Fang Huohua could read his lips.
"Stay the hell away."
Fang Zhiming had also sought out Fang Zhiyi to ask for money, but Fang Zhiyi would just cry poverty the moment they met. He spoke very nicely, calling him his dear brother with every breath, but the moment money was mentioned, Fang Zhiyi would start playing the victim.
"Not only am I divorced from your sister-in-law, but I also have to raise two kids all by myself. It's so hard for me!"
After hearing it so many times, Fang Zhiming suddenly realized: weren't these the exact same excuses he used to make?
He was completely helpless against Fang Zhiyi's blatant shamelessness. If he tried to act like a thug, Fang Zhiyi wouldn't indulge him and would just raise a hand to beat him. Even if others saw it, no one would say anything. Everyone knew he was Fang Zhiyi's biological younger brother, and what was wrong with an older brother teaching his younger brother a lesson?
Furthermore, Fang Zhiming's reputation was already terrible, as he was dragging out debts he owed to quite a few people.
Because of this, Fang Zhiming knew he wasn't getting his money back. Although he was unwilling to accept it, the current situation was that ever since his divorce, Fang Zhiyi acted completely different from before. He was no longer generous to a fault and behaved even more outrageously than Fang Zhiming himself.
To pay for the trouble his son caused, Lin Jianguo not only sold their newly bought house but also failed to keep their old one. He could only vent all his anger on his wife and son. Unable to take it anymore, Fang Wenxia asked for a divorce. A drunk Lin Jianguo got furious just seeing Lin Xiaojun and hit him a bit too hard, turning Lin Xiaojun deaf. As a result, he was arrested.
Fang Wenxia wanted to complain about her eldest brother's faults, but no matter how much she talked, the listeners couldn't find anything wrong with Fang Zhiyi. After all, they all somewhat knew how Fang Zhiyi usually helped his younger siblings.
"When he helped her, she didn't say a word about it, and now that he stopped helping, she starts biting people. Stay away from someone like that."
"Brother, did you go see Mom?" Fang Ting suddenly asked while they were eating.
Fang Ning nodded: "She's something else. She gave all her money to our uncle, and when she wanted it back, they wouldn't give her a single cent." He paused for a moment, "I left her a little money."
"Aren't you afraid Dad will scold you?"
"Let him scold me. It's not like he's only beaten me once or twice," Fang Ning said nonchalantly. "Back then, Dad even wanted her to pay child support for the two of us..." He remembered that time when Fang Zhiyi left the choice to him, and he ultimately couldn't bring himself to be that cruel.
That allowed Liu Mei to escape a disaster, otherwise Fang Zhiyi had plenty of ways to torment her. Although she was living a miserable life now and had completely fallen out with her eldest brother and sister-in-law over money, spouting venom at anyone she saw, Fang Ning and Fang Ting rarely visited her. No one wanted to be polluted by her negative energy.
Under Fang Zhiyi's guidance, Fang Ting completely strayed from her original path. She got into a top-tier university with excellent grades, but later felt it wasn't what she liked. When she told Fang Zhiyi about this, he didn't object. He just smiled and said she could decide her own life.
"If you can't make money, just come back and I'll support you... No, your brother will support you!" Fang Zhiyi patted his chest.
Fang Ting giggled, looking just like the innocent little girl she was in her childhood.
Fang Ning had also used the startup capital provided by Fang Zhiyi to launch his own business. Although he wasn't incredibly wealthy, he was doing much better than the average person.
The key was that Fang Zhiyi could always point out the way out of his predicament with a single sentence whenever he felt lost.
"Fang Ning, wait!" A girl seemed to have made up her mind, jogging back to Fang Ning's side.
Originally reluctant to come to the blind date, she found that the other party was a great guy. He had a career, good looks, and manners—he was simply top-notch.
"That's right, that's right." A disguised Fang Zhiyi watched from afar, and Fang Ting also peeked over: "Dad, do you think Big Brother will succeed this time?"
"If he succeeds, I'll do a handstand and have diarrhea!" Shao Zhijie hollered, only to be slapped on the back of the head by his dad the next second.
Fang Ning frowned slightly. Coming out today had already taken up a lot of his time, but he still held onto his patience: "Is there something else?"
The girl was a bit shy: "You treated me to dinner, watched a movie with me, and even bought me milk tea... It feels a bit inappropriate for me to just leave like this."
Fang Ning was somewhat taken aback.
Not far away, his cheering squad all looked tense.
"How about we walk around a bit more and do something else..."
Fang Ning suddenly took a step back: "Are you never going to end this? I've already spent a lot today, and I paid for all of it. Do you still want me to buy you a late-night supper or something?"
Fang Zhiyi slapped a hand over his own face: "It's over."
Fang Ting shook her head: "It's over."
Only Shao Zhijie gloated: "Look at that, look at that! I told you so! There's no way he's getting a girlfriend!"
Noticing the girl storming off in a huff, Fang Ning also spotted them over there. He looked confused at first, then trotted over with a face full of smiles.
"Dad, treat me to a meal!"
"Eat, eat, eat! Just how stingy can you get!"
"Hey? Why are you leaving? Hey? Sister? Uncle Shao?" Fang Ning looked in bewilderment at Shao Zhijie, who was wearing a cheeky grin. "What are they doing?"
"Brother, you are truly something." Shao Zhijie gave him a thumbs-up.
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!
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?!
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
