"This subject, this subject is terrified!" Fang's Father was frightened out of his wits and immediately apologized.
"What did you say about Us?" The Emperor narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi looked completely like a fool. "Petty-minded, unable to distinguish right from wrong, and... dictatorial or something." He paused for a moment. "Your Majesty, please don't hold it against my dad. He said all these things to my mom, and it was just casual talk."
The Emperor confirmed his suspicion. This Fang Zhiyi was not only interesting but also a complete idiot, because anyone with half a brain would not humiliate themselves like this to their face!
"So it involves your mother too? Hehe, Old Fang, I see it's getting late. You may withdraw first."
Fang's Father wanted to explain, but the Emperor had already turned around.
"We said, you may withdraw first."
Fang's Father glared at Fang Zhiyi, having no idea why this son of his was talking nonsense!
"Your Majesty, I have one more thing!" Fang Zhiyi, however, looked completely oblivious.
Fang's Father even wanted to reach out and pull him away.
The Emperor turned his head slightly. Although he was already dissatisfied with the Fang family, he truly had no murderous intent towards this piece of trash.
"What is it?"
"What if my dad beats me when I get back?"
The Emperor almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
"If he beats you, We will stand up for you!"
"But words alone are not proof..."
The Emperor almost laughed out of anger. "Fine! We will give you an item. Seeing this item is like seeing Us in person!"
He really felt that this fool was somewhat amusing. Fang Zhiyi took a ring handed to him by a nearby palace servant and happily put it on.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! May Your Majesty live for thousands and thousands of years! And unify the martial world!"
The Emperor was slightly taken aback. If nothing else, should the entire Fang family be executed, this boy could be spared.
Thousands and thousands of years...
The members of the Jian family no longer had their previous joy. They had thought they secured a good marriage alliance, but who knew that in the blink of an eye, the Fang family had one foot in the grave!
"Are you trying to borrow a knife to kill someone again?" Little Hei asked.
Fang Zhiyi replied, "Did you see that? I originally wanted to jump up and slap that Emperor in the face, but there are quite a few experts hidden around him."
"If you had landed that slap, the Fang family would probably be executed on the very same day."
"Fang Zhiyi! You rebellious son! Why did you spout such nonsense!" Fang's Father finally couldn't hold back anymore. He bared his fangs and brandished his claws, wishing he could execute this rebellious son right there on the street.
Fang Zhiyi raised the ring in his hand, and Fang's Father immediately restrained his aura, only gnashing his teeth.
Fang Congyun looked at his older brother. Before, he was just useless, but not this crazy, right?
"Nonsense? Do you dare to say you haven't thought about it?"
"Bastard! Even if I thought about it, could I... Bah, I have never thought about it!"
Fang Zhiyi ignored him and just walked ahead with his head held high and chest puffed out, making the veins on Fang's Father's temples throb.
The past few days had been too thrilling. First, they lost a son, and then they were noted down by the Emperor. The Fang family was probably doomed!
Fang's Mother, who had learned of everything, angrily went to find Fang Zhiyi. Fang Zhiyi was unafraid and merely kept raising the ring in his hand, causing Fang's Mother to not even dare to utter a harsh word.
Under the Emperor's decree, the wedding of Fang Congyun and Jian Xiaoyu was approaching. Both families now felt as terrible as if they had eaten shit, but neither dared to back out of the marriage.
The only happy person was probably Jian Xiaoyu.
When Fang Zhiyi brought up wanting her dowry maid, Jian Xiaoyu hardly refused. To her, a maid was just an object; giving her away was no big deal.
Peng Huan'er felt a bit uneasy looking at the frivolous Fang Zhiyi, even imagining a tragic end for herself.
However, Fang Zhiyi just took her wandering around all day long.
Peng Huan'er also found that this young master was somewhat different. Although he spent money extravagantly, he liked to interact with commoners. He could strike up a conversation with people from all walks of life, completely lacking the demeanor expected of a young master from an aristocratic family.
No one suspected anything. After all, Fang Zhiyi wasn't much better before, just that he seemed a bit crazier now.
Fang Zhiyi would certainly not wrong himself. Anyway, no matter what he encountered, he would just flash that ring. The Emperor hadn't specified under what circumstances it could be used.
Moreover, he didn't use this authority to oppress others, but instead spent all day wreaking havoc in the Fang family's properties.
When the Emperor learned of this, he just laughed it off. He became even more certain that this Fang Zhiyi was an idiot.
The Fang family now acted very cautiously, afraid of angering the Emperor and bringing disaster upon themselves. They could only grit their teeth and endure Fang Zhiyi's actions, even simply pretending not to see them.
"After Congyun is married, we will find an excuse to send him away!" Fang's Mother said.
Fang's Father pondered for a moment and nodded, a murderous intent appearing on his face.
"Once he is far away from the capital, it will be hard to say whether he lives or dies."
"Until then, let's treat him better for the time being. This will at least somewhat salvage some face for the family."
People outside talked enthusiastically about the marriage between the Fang and Jian families, and Fang Zhiyi, as the biggest victim, also attracted plenty of attention.
The gossip changed versions every day, almost evolving into the head of the Fang family indulging his younger son Fang Congyun in snatching Fang Zhiyi's fiancée.
Even with the Emperor's bestowed marriage, people still preferred to listen to the sensational versions.
But before this matter was settled, Fang Zhiyi caused new trouble on his end.
He took over one of the Fang family's shops, claiming he was going to do some profitable business. The shopkeeper wanted him to leave quickly, but seeing Fang Zhiyi take out the ring bestowed by the Emperor, the shopkeeper could only obediently put on a smiling face.
When Fang's Father heard about this, he was so angry he almost died of a heart attack. Fortunately, Fang's Mother persuaded him, and they just let him be. As long as they endured this period, everything would be fine. Even to keep up appearances, Fang's Mother sent someone to deliver a sum of money to her son.
Such behavior indeed brought results, and rumors of the Fang family's domestic harmony gained the upper hand.
"Young Master Fang, what kind of lousy business is this?"
A young man from an aristocratic family came from afar to watch a joke, but was somewhat curious about Fang Zhiyi's empty shop.
"Could it be you're selling air?"
The other rich kids behind him burst into laughter. Although their aptitudes were average, they were still many times better than Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi pointed at him with a smile, "Short-sighted."
"What did you say?"
Fang Zhiyi slapped the ring the Emperor had given him on the table. "What? Can't I say it?"
Now everyone knew that Fang Zhiyi had such a thing on him. Seeing the ring was like seeing the Emperor, so they could only obediently endure it.
"You... Hmph." That aristocratic young man was about to leave.
But Fang Zhiyi's foolish stubbornness flared up, "You stop right there!"
"What else do you want? Don't think just because the Fang family is powerful, offending..." That aristocratic young man clearly knew about the Fang family offending the Emperor.
"I said you are short-sighted, you don't even know what my shop is for."
The man, both angry and amused, simply walked in. "Come on, let me hear what kind of business you're doing." His face was full of mockery.
Fang Zhiyi looked around somewhat mysteriously, and then showed off with a face full of pride: "I've set up a direct passage to the Western Regions."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
