"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."
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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."
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
