"Charge! We have them outnumbered!" Several people rushed up all at once.
Liu Mengmeng's eyes widened. Fang Zhiyi, who had always been honest and docile in her impression, had completely transformed into a different person at this moment. Every strike he made was incredibly precise. It was as if he had eyes on the back of his head, able to accurately dodge the iron pipes swinging at him from behind.
"This is revenge for my grandson." Fang Zhiyi dodged the iron pipe swung down by the leader, reached out to grab his neck, and forcefully tossed him aside. Another thug's swinging iron pipe landed solidly on his leg, causing Liu Mengmeng's boyfriend to let out a miserable scream.
"Brother Chuan!" Another thug pulled out a small knife. Who would have thought that with one slash, his own Brother Chuan would once again become a human shield.
Liu Mengmeng watched with her heart pounding in fear, only snapping out of it when she heard the sound of police sirens, realizing someone had called the cops.
She shouted at them to run quickly. Fang Zhiyi cooperatively threw Brother Chuan onto the ground. The other thugs fled, leaving only him rolling on the ground, clutching his leg.
"Your girlfriend doesn't want you anymore either?" Fang Zhiyi asked as he watched Liu Mengmeng's figure run far away.
Hearing this, Brother Chuan frowned and looked over, his eyes full of pain.
The next moment, the police arrived. Fang Zhiyi threw himself onto his good buddy, shaking him desperately, looking as if he were carrying a deep and bitter grudge.
Because there were no surveillance cameras here, and the facts seemed clear: a group of idlers wanted to seek revenge on a factory worker but ended up beating another idler. As for their claims that Fang Zhiyi was ruthless, the police didn't believe a single word. How could an ordinary person face five or six armed thugs and remain completely unscathed? The only logical explanation was that he ran fast!
And the injuries on Qin Chuan's body also proved that they were inflicted by his own people.
The case was quickly closed. Qin Chuan and the others were sent to a labor camp, while Wang Hao was hospitalized. Furthermore, Wang Hao demanded that Qin Chuan and his gang compensate him for his various expenses, leading both sides into a drawn-out dispute.
With such an incident happening, the factory was buzzing with gossip about Fang Zhiyi. Feeling too embarrassed to stay any longer, he voluntarily submitted his resignation.
Little Hei and Fang Zhiyi did not feel surprised by this outcome. According to the original owner's trajectory, he was indeed meant to resign.
Fang Zhiyi still wanted to visit Wang Hao, but Grandpa forbade him from going. Instead, Zhong Jiafa went after hearing the news, had a huge argument with Wang Hao, and then turned around to find Fang Zhiyi. Seeing Fang Zhiyi completely unharmed, Zhong Jiafa still snorted, "I told you long ago that Wang Hao is an idiot. He even said he took a beating because of you and wants you to pay him."
Fang Zhiyi's heart sank to the bottom, but he still smiled and said, "He's not entirely wrong. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have been beaten... Maybe I should give him some money. Since I just resigned, I also got last month's salary."
Zhong Jiafa cursed him out, scolding Fang Zhiyi so much that he couldn't even lift his head.
He had no memory of that night; he had simply woken up already at the police station. Fang Zhiyi knew that Grandpa must have protected him, and for this, he specifically thanked his "Grandpa."
Compared to visiting Wang Hao, Fang Zhiyi was clearly more afraid of his Grandpa. Grandpa told him to think carefully about what would happen once his parents found out he was unemployed, prompting him to immediately bury his head in job hunting. Furthermore, Grandpa had quite high living standards, demanding either roast chicken or roast duck. Fang Zhiyi's meager funds were nowhere near enough for him to squander, so he could only focus wholeheartedly on how to make money.
Grandpa didn't interfere with his job hunt progress. After finding a job, Fang Zhiyi let out a long sigh of relief, packed up, and went home. Fang Zhiyi's parents were honest, dutiful people. Seeing their son return, they were naturally happy, asking him about his work situation and whether he was dating anyone.
Upon learning that Fang Zhiyi had changed jobs, Fang's Father only sighed.
"In short, no matter where you go, you must remember that being an honest and diligent person is the foundation."
"Exactly, listen to your father. You must maintain good relationships with your colleagues, understand?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded obediently.
"Oh right, your cousin is coming back tomorrow. She said to have you pick her up at the train station because she has a lot of luggage."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. His cousin Zhang Cuilan was married in the neighboring city, and every time she returned, she would bring a lot of things home and always asked him to help pick her up. He was used to it.
However, after he left the house the next day, his body gradually began to move out of his control.
"Grandpa, where are you going?" he asked in a panic. Every time this Grandpa made a move, nothing good ever came of it!
"Where? To pick up your cousin, of course."
"The train station isn't this way."
"I know."
"Grandpa, are you trying to stir up trouble again..."
"Bastard! Show some respect!"
"I'm sorry..."
Zhang Cuilan dragged her suitcase out of the station as always, but to her surprise, Fang Zhiyi didn't appear. In the past, this cousin would always wait eagerly at the exit and attentively take her luggage to carry. Was he late today?
She grew a little impatient. She certainly wasn't going to carry the luggage herself; these were all things she brought back for her parents. It would be terrible if she sweated from exhaustion and ruined her makeup.
What was going on with this obedient cousin today?
Just as she was getting impatient, a person holding up a sign appeared in front of her.
Seeing the three large characters "Zhang Cuilan" on the sign, Zhang Cuilan inexplicably felt a bit embarrassed.
"Are you here to pick me up?" she stepped forward and asked, while gesturing for the person to lower the sign. The name was too rustic.
The man was momentarily stunned. "Are you Ms. Zhang Cuilan?"
Zhang Cuilan nodded.
"Yes, yes, yes, your family sent me to pick you up." The man reached out and took her luggage. Zhang Cuilan was still a bit confused. "Family? Who?"
"Boss Fang," the man answered briefly.
Zhang Cuilan suddenly realized. Could it be that this cousin she looked down upon had struck it rich?
Soon, she saw a stretch limousine parked at the entrance. Enjoying the attention of everyone around, Zhang Cuilan didn't doubt it anymore and plumped herself down inside.
"Ms. Zhang, sit tight, we are heading out."
After arriving at the destination, Zhang Cuilan got out of the car amidst the chatter of the neighbors. The driver attentively took out her luggage and handed it to her.
"Is that the Zhang family's daughter, Zhang Cuilan?"
"Seems like it."
"She's doing that well out there?"
"She just has a good life and married well, that's all."
The gossip made Zhang Cuilan's sense of superiority practically burst at the seams, until she was stopped by the driver as she was about to leave.
"Um, Ms. Zhang, how would you like to settle the bill? Transfer or cash?"
"You still want money?" Zhang Cuilan was dumbfounded. "Wait, my cousin told you to come pick me up, didn't he? Why do I have to pay?"
The man maintained his smile. "We provide station pickup services, and your cousin also said that you would settle the bill once you arrived at the destination."
Zhang Cuilan wanted to blow up in anger, but seeing the gazes of the people around her, she could only grit her teeth and take out her money.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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.
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."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
