"Tch, I thought... wait, what did you say?"
"You really are short-sighted. Don't you even know about the Western Regions?"
Zhang Shizu stood up abruptly. "Of course I know! But that route is extremely dangerous. You..." He looked Fang Zhiyi up and down, ultimately shaking his head. "You're probably just bragging."
"What the hell do you know?" Fang Zhiyi retorted without any politeness. "Do you think the connections your young master here made were for nothing?"
"Connections? You mean those lowly commoners? Hahahaha!" He naturally knew that Fang Zhiyi spent all day mingling with ordinary civilians.
Fang Zhiyi wanted to say something, but after a moment of thought, he kept his mouth shut.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi like this, Zhang Shizu assumed he had nothing left to say. He stood up to leave, but two oddly dressed men walked in.
"Young Master Fang, the goods have been delivered. As for the dividend this time..."
Fang Zhiyi cast a wary glance at the aristocratic young man. "Why are you still loitering here? Hurry up and leave!"
"Fine, I'm leaving!" However, his curiosity had been piqued by Fang Zhiyi. Could this widely known piece of trash really know how to do business? It was hard to say. Although he couldn't cultivate Dou Qi, perhaps he really had some clever tricks up his sleeve?
He merely turned a corner and stood in a blind spot by the door, where Fang Zhiyi couldn't see him.
"I know, I know. You guys worked hard this time. I'll add an extra ten percent to the profit for each of you. Your one hundred taels becomes... thirty taels. Your fifty taels becomes fifteen taels."
The two men thanked him profusely.
"Young Master Fang, when is the next shipment of medicinal herbs?"
"Next time? We'll have to wait. I put a lot of effort into this route... The main issue is that we invested too little money. If we could just put in a bit more, tsk, I'll have to go home and ask for more money first."
"How much did Young Master Fang make this time?"
"Hehe, with a principal of ten thousand taels, I made five thousand!"
Listening to the two men flattering him inside, Zhang Shizu, who was hiding around the corner eavesdropping, couldn't help but feel a jolt of shock. Making five thousand taels from ten thousand?
Such a profit margin was absolutely terrifying! His mind began to race. One must know that aristocratic families usually had many brothers, and someone like him was destined to be nothing more than a foil for his eldest brother in the future. Since he couldn't compete in cultivation, doing something for the family would also count as an achievement.
"Zhang Shizu, what are you doing here?" Suddenly, another companion spotted him.
"Idiot!" He quickly turned his head back, only to see that Fang Zhiyi had closed the door and left.
Zhang Shizu was somewhat shrewd. Ever since that day, he frequently appeared in the vicinity and figured out the situation at Fang Zhiyi's shop. From time to time, some poor folks would go in and then come out beaming with joy, clearly clutching silver in their arms. What convinced him even more was that some distinctly oddly dressed foreigners would appear occasionally, as if they were coming to report on the situation.
He finally couldn't hold back anymore. Seeing him enter, Fang Zhiyi still wore an arrogant expression.
"What do you want? Buying air?"
Zhang Shizu forcefully swallowed his pride. "Young Master Fang, how about we discuss something?"
"What is there for me to discuss with you?"
"Don't say that. We've known each other since we were kids. Back then, you played at your house, and I played at my house. Didn't we play quite well?"
Fang Zhiyi almost choked on his water. This guy really could come up with anything.
"What do you want? Just say it!"
"I, I want to buy a share."
"What share? Don't spout nonsense." Fang Zhiyi was clearly impatient and stood up to drive him out.
The more he acted like this, the more Zhang Shizu was certain that this piece of trash had truly found a way to make money.
"Fang Zhiyi, think carefully. You won't make much money cooperating with those paupers, but this young master has money!"
Fang Zhiyi paused and looked at him suspiciously.
"You don't have shit for money. Get lost, get lost."
Zhang Shizu didn't expect that he would actually be driven out.
Fang Zhiyi went back and sat down, his fingers tapping lightly on the counter.
"One, two, three..."
"Young Master Fang, I am truly sincere about cooperating with you!" This time, Zhang Shizu directly pulled out a bank note and slammed it onto the counter.
Fang Zhiyi said somewhat reluctantly, "Then it's settled, I want to take a ten percent cut."
"Deal!" Seeing that he finally relented, Zhang Shizu was so thrilled that a huge smile bloomed on his face.
Just three days later, Zhang Shizu received a message and hurried over to Fang Zhiyi's shop. Fang Zhiyi seemed a bit excited. He closed the door, took out three thousand taels, and then withdrew two hundred taels. "As agreed, I get a ten percent cut."
"Alright, alright, alright!" Zhang Shizu was overjoyed. Of course, he wasn't lacking two thousand taels; the key was that he had figured out that Fang Zhiyi really had a knack for making money!
Turning around, he invested another ten thousand taels. He and Fang Zhiyi exchanged a smile; everything was understood without words.
A few days later, fifteen thousand taels were in his hands. Zhang Shizu now completely believed in Fang Zhiyi. He pocketed the bank notes and left. Fang Zhiyi ignored him, simply counting the bank notes in his own hands.
"Young Master, what exactly are you doing? At this rate, all the money will be given away." Peng Huan'er was somewhat confused, but seeing Fang Zhiyi casually giving away large sums of money to others made her inevitably anxious.
"Don't rush, let the bullets fly for a while."
"What thing?"
Fang Zhiyi froze for a moment. "A slip of the tongue. Let the arrows fly for a while." He muttered to himself with a smile, "What I need is exactly this kind of big mouth."
That night, Zhang Shizu came again. He had clearly drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and behind him followed five or six other aristocratic young masters.
"Brother Fang, you're not being loyal. You have a way to make money but only told Zhang Shizu?"
"Hic, Fang Zhiyi, don't blame me. We're all good brothers, good brothers." Zhang Shizu swayed unsteadily, clearly very happy.
The group wanted to invest money, but Fang Zhiyi refused to accept it. Finally, under Zhang Shizu's persuasion, he reluctantly took it.
Looking at the more than one hundred thousand taels in bank notes in his hands, Fang Zhiyi frowned. "As agreed, I will take a ten percent cut."
"No problem!"
"Shizu already told us."
Once they had all handed over their money, Zhang Shizu finally squeezed his way over. "Young Master Fang! This time, I'm investing this amount!" He directly pulled out one hundred thousand taels in bank notes and slammed them onto the table.
Peng Huan'er was dumbfounded.
Fang Zhiyi took charge of everything, looking like he wanted everyone to make money together.
"Everyone thinks I'm a piece of trash. I'm going to show them just how amazing I am!"
Fang Zhiyi's words also struck a chord with these aristocratic young masters. They were all, to some extent, just foils for their excellent brothers at home.
"That's right! If you don't sing, then so be it, but when you do, you'll shock the world!" They looked at each other, their faces full of ambition and hope.
What made her even more dumbfounded came later. That very day, Fang Zhiyi went home to ask Mother Fang for money. Mother Fang naturally refused to give it, but she couldn't handle Fang Zhiyi throwing a tantrum. He opened his mouth and started cursing up a storm, and he was even cursing the current Emperor. This terrified Mother Fang so much that she quickly gave him the money and told him to get lost.
Fang Zhiyi might have a cheap life, but they still wanted to live!
"Still following?" Fang Zhiyi was walking through the woods outside the city.
"Yes." Little Hei flew high up into the air, looking very much like a reconnaissance aircraft.
"Then let them follow!" Fang Zhiyi suddenly began to accelerate.
The Dou Qi cultivators sent by those second-generation young masters quickly lost track of Fang Zhiyi.
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."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
