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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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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
