Fang Zhiyi's hair turned white overnight. Then, under the cover of darkness, he left the Fang family.
His departure did not have much of an impact on the Fang family. Instead, it allowed Fang Congyun to interact openly with Jian Xiaoyu. This became an open secret, but no one said anything about it; after all, they felt that Fang Zhiyi truly did not deserve Jian Xiaoyu.
But when Fang Zhiyi appeared again, he was completely unrecognizable. Wearing an iron mask, he struck with a tyrannical battle aura that swept away everything in its path. He would kill anyone he found displeasing.
It all started when Fang Zhiyi found a jade pendant containing a remnant soul, and the remnant soul...
"Stop, stop, stop!" Fang Zhiyi waved his hands repeatedly. "I'm familiar with this plot. And then? What happened next?"
Little Hei chuckled with malicious intent, "And then, relying on the demands of that remnant soul, he used those martial artists as vessels to absorb their battle aura. Although he quickly became a master, the remnant soul in the jade pendant also revealed its true colors. It wanted to seize Fang Zhiyi's body, but the remnant soul never expected that Fang Zhiyi would firmly suppress it, refusing to compromise even when his body was on the verge of collapse."
"Immediately after that, he became famous. The whole empire knew a hunter practicing evil arts had appeared, and many martial artists died at his hands." Little Hei's eyes darted around rapidly. "And then, guess what?"
"Here comes the even more melodramatic part. After the original host left, Fang Congyun progressed at lightning speed. By a twist of fate, he met the little princess and fell in love with her at first sight. But the emperor refused to accept it, so Fang Congyun snatched the princess and fled, becoming a wanted fugitive."
And as coincidence would have it, they ran into Fang Zhiyi.
By this time, Fang Zhiyi knew his days were numbered. Wanting to do something meaningful, he established a village in a remote area, taking in commoners. Though the place was bitter and cold, it was peaceful.
Seeing his younger brother again, Fang Zhiyi felt no emotion. He had long stopped hating him. However, Fang Congyun and the princess accused Fang Zhiyi of his past, condemning him for killing so many martial artists for no reason, and even exposed his true face to the villagers.
But Fang Congyun never expected that those ordinary people would turn around and verbally attack them instead. This convinced him that his older brother had brainwashed these people.
Even so, Fang Zhiyi did nothing to Fang Congyun. After all, that was his own younger brother.
Then came a redemption arc about brotherly affection.
To block the imperial guards chasing his brother, Fang Zhiyi sacrificed his life. His brother escaped with the princess, while all the innocent villagers were brutally murdered by the guards. Not a single person in the village survived.
Little Hei continued narrating, "That's not all. It gets even more absurd later. The emperor took his anger out on the Fang family, banishing the whole family to the frontier. Jian Xiaoyu also suffered a massive blow from the news of Fang Congyun eloping with the princess and turned dark. She secretly tried to murder the princess several times, but Fang Congyun thwarted her every attempt. Jian Xiaoyu completely broke down and wanted to take them down with her, but her heart softened when facing Fang Congyun, and then her heart meridians ruptured, causing her to die on the spot."
"Later, the empire faced a crisis. Fang Congyun, along with the princess and the forces he had cultivated, secretly deployed his troops and annihilated the rebelling faction in one fell swoop. He gained the emperor's forgiveness, and the Fang family was pardoned. Eventually, Fang Congyun became the new emperor."
Fang Zhiyi's face was full of shock. "Isn't this a bit too insane?"
Little Hei just smiled.
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes at it. "You'd better spit out whatever you're holding back."
"No, you guess! Come on, guess! Are there actually times when even you can't guess?"
Fang Zhiyi pondered for a moment, then suddenly jumped up. "Guess my foot! It has no beginning and no end. What exactly are you hiding?"
Little Hei laughed out loud. "So there are times when you can't guess, huh? Hahahaha, let me tell you."
"You have been to this world before."
"???????" Fang Zhiyi was even more confused.
"You used to be the boss in this land." Little Hei lifted its neck high, even though the neck was just an illusion it had conjured on the spot. "Do you remember when you vigorously promoted technological development? After you left, the technological level of this world skyrocketed, and what followed was... war."
Fang Zhiyi suddenly felt a wave of exasperation.
"The guys who came after you completely messed up the skill tree. They put all the tech points into warfare. So, internal conflicts erupted, and massive clashes destroyed the vast majority of cities, leaving countless people homeless. Later, the new rulers issued a decree completely banning technological research. From then on, the world returned to its original developmental path, and battle aura was developed during this stage."
"So this is..."
"Just understand it as a correction by the Heavenly Dao..."
Fang Zhiyi tried to circulate the aura within his body, only to find it as dead and still as a pool of stagnant water.
He laughed out of sheer disbelief. "So I really just have an innately useless physique?"
A servant's call came from outside the door, "Eldest Young Master, it is time to prepare for departure."
"Go where?"
"Young Master, aren't we going to the Jian family today to discuss your marriage? Have you forgotten?"
Fang Zhiyi sighed, pushed the door open, and walked out.
He wasn't the original host, so he sharply caught the expressions on the faces of those around him.
The servants were superficially respectful to him, but the contempt in their eyes was completely undisguised.
His mother pulled him to get on his horse, speaking words of care, but in reality, she mentioned Fang Congyun every other sentence. His father was even more direct; he kept a cold face the entire time, his expression full of dissatisfaction with Fang Zhiyi, the useless son.
As for Fang Congyun, he was polite and refined, but when he met Fang Zhiyi's gaze, the hidden fire of jealousy in his eyes was almost blinding.
"This original host really had a big heart," Fang Zhiyi muttered.
Little Hei was still savoring the plot, "If this plot were taken to the modern world and made into a TV series, it would definitely be a hit. Why don't you be a screenwriter next time? It's so unhinged!"
The carriage procession passed through the main streets and traveled for about three hours before slowly coming to a stop.
The Jian family only sent a butler to welcome them at the door. Obviously, the Jian family did not welcome Fang Zhiyi, and this marriage was only taking place out of respect for the ancestors of both families.
Fang Zhiyi followed his parents into the Jian family estate. He looked around, only to hear two servants whispering behind him.
"Look at the Eldest Young Master, he looks like a country bumpkin."
"Hahaha, shh, keep your voice down."
Fang Congyun obviously heard it too, but he just smiled without saying a word.
If it were the original host, he would have just let it slide, not caring at all. But Fang Zhiyi wasn't going to indulge them. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing the people behind him to almost crash into him.
Fang Congyun was slightly taken aback, only to see his older brother turn around, sweep his gaze across his face, and then stare dead at the two servants.
"What did you say? Speak up."
Obviously, the two servants had not expected the Eldest Young Master, who always played deaf, to suddenly confront them.
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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?!
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