Returning to his office, Fang Yingyou was about to start working when his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he froze momentarily before frowning and answering, as if realizing something.
Fang Zhiyi's voice came through: "Hey."
Fang Yingyou pressed his fingers against his temples. "She's at work now, seems fine. I’m busy, so if there’s nothing else—"
"Hold on, that’s not why I called."
"Oh?" Fang Yingyou was surprised. For years, every call from his younger brother had been about Fang Ningxi. This time, he claimed otherwise?
"Let’s have dinner tonight. No—you treat me to dinner?"
Fang Yingyou’s brows furrowed. A face-to-face talk? What did he want this time? After a brief hesitation, he sighed in resignation. "Fine. That Chinese restaurant on Nanhua Street. I have work to do."
"Great, see you tonight, bro."
The dial tone left Fang Yingyou momentarily stunned. What had he just called him? "Bro"? That term hadn’t been used in years.
"Must be something big you’re after this time," Fang Yingyou muttered with a heavy sigh.
Meanwhile, Fang Ningxi, who had endured a frustrating day at work, returned home hoping to vent to her second brother. Maybe even convince him to accompany her to the company tomorrow—since their eldest brother wouldn’t lift a finger, Fang Zhiyi was her only hope. But… where was he?
The house was pitch-black, not even the usual housekeeper or cook in sight.
Unbeknownst to her, Fang Zhiyi had given the staff the day off.
With their parents staying at their grandparents’ place, Fang Ningxi felt utterly abandoned. Tears finally spilled over, and she pulled out her phone—not to call Fang Zhiyi, but Zheng Shikai.
"Wait for me," the man said before hanging up. Twenty minutes later, he arrived at the Fang family villa. Gently helping the crouched Fang Ningxi to her feet, he led her to his car and drove off—unaware that Fang Zhiyi, hidden across the street, captured everything on camera.
At the restaurant, Fang Yingyou stared blankly at the woman seated opposite him. "When did you get back?"
Fang Zhiqing looked equally confused. "Zhiyi called and said there was something important to discuss." She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "He hasn’t reached out in so long. If he sounded serious, it must be urgent."
Fang Yingyou scoffed. "Probably just another demand for that adopted sister of his." He steeled himself to reject any request.
Just then, someone rushed in, panting. "Sorry—sorry, got held up by something."
Fang Yingyou eyed him. "Had dinner with your sister first, didn’t you?"
Fang Zhiyi plopped into his seat. "Ugh, shut up."
Fang Yingyou blinked.
Fang Zhiqing quickly interjected, "Enough bickering. Eat before the food gets cold."
Watching Fang Zhiyi wolf down his meal like a starved man, his siblings couldn’t help but chuckle. If word got out, people might think the Fang family couldn’t afford meals.
"Oh, right." Fang Zhiyi spoke through a mouthful of food, wiping his greasy hands before pulling out his phone. "Check this out." He tapped open a video.
The casual "bro" and "sis" stunned them, but their attention soon shifted to the footage.
Fang Yingyou’s expression darkened. "That’s… Zheng Shikai, the heir to Zheng Corporation?" As a rival, he knew the man well.
Fang Zhiqing, though mostly abroad, recognized him too. "So he’s dating Ningxi? Or…" She hesitated, glancing at Fang Zhiyi, who was still devouring his food. "Is he using her?"
Fang Zhiyi slammed his palm on the table.
Fang Yingyou sighed inwardly. Here we go—the moment Fang Ningxi’s mentioned, he loses it.
"Bingo! But not entirely!"
"See, I told you—wait, what?" Fang Yingyou faltered.
Fang Zhiyi leaned in conspiratorially. "Fang Ningxi and Zheng Shikai have been scheming since college. Their goal? To ruin the Fang family."
Fang Yingyou ignored that. "Hold on, you—"
Fang Zhiyi waved off their bewildered looks. "Me? Eh, I can handle a little suffering."
That left them speechless.
He continued, "From the moment Chen Guodong convinced me to bring Fang Ningxi home as a sister, something felt off. So I played along—for years—until I finally pieced it together."
The sheer nonchalance of his delivery left them reeling.
"You, a kid, faked it all these years?" Fang Yingyou was skeptical.
Fang Zhiqing zeroed in on his wording. "You called Dad by his full name? You’re saying he pushed you to adopt Fang Ningxi?"
Fang Zhiyi motioned for calm. "No time. Listen."
"I’ve been investigating undercover for years. And yes, bro—" He shot Fang Yingyou a look. "I swore an oath: if I didn’t crack this, I’d keep acting the fool."
"Sounds like the kind of dumb vow you’d make."
"Focus! Fang Ningxi is actually Chen Guodong’s biological daughter—Chen Ningxi."
Fang Yingyou’s eyes widened. "What?!"
Fang Zhiyi hushed him. "There’s more. Chen Ningxi and Chen Guodong aim to destroy our family. Why? Dad’s bitter about Mom’s dominance—prefers his mistress. And Chen Ningxi? She’s avenging her grandparents, the old couple who drank pesticide during the west district development."
Fang Yingyou’s doubt wavered. Fang Zhiyi couldn’t have known about that incident at his age. Back then, their grandparents had shielded him as the heir—but Fang Yingyou remembered.
"Grandfather said they were extorting money, blocking construction. Their son signed the compensation papers," Fang Yingyou countered.
But Fang Zhiqing suddenly reached out, touching Fang Zhiyi’s head. "How much did you endure alone to uncover all this?"
Fang Zhiyi flushed slightly—partly from the colossal lie, partly because, in the original timeline, he’d contributed to her accident.
"No choice. They’d never slip up otherwise." He kept his tone steady. "Now, the real bombshell: Chen Guodong, Chen Ningxi, and Zheng Shikai are working together."
Fang Yingyou grew grave. "Little brother, you’re accusing our father. Are you certain?"
In response, Fang Zhiyi rummaged in his pockets and produced two red envelopes. "All I could grab from home. This one has Chen Guodong’s hair, the other Fang Ningxi’s. Test them if you don’t believe me."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
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?"
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."
