The news of the Gu family patriarch being severely injured spread throughout Yi City in a single afternoon.
His son, Gu Xiaojia, immediately declared that he stood with the common people, joining them in condemning his father's greedy behavior. Rumor had it that he publicly announced parting ways with his father on the spot, severing all ties.
The commoners also learned that the man leading them was Boss Fang of the lumberyard. In Li San's words, Fang Zhiyi was omnipotent, capable of scaling the heavens and plumbing the depths of the earth, even more formidable than the legendary immortals.
Few believed this initially, but Li San and the others directly distributed the Gu family's wealth among the crowd, providing tangible benefits. With this single action, they truly captured the hearts of the common people.
"Our young master said it! From now on, Yi City belongs to the commoners! It is everyone's Yi City! We are the masters of Yi City!"
Fang Zhiyi's name echoed throughout this remote little city.
Though it was limited to just this city.
Those once-aloof Douqi warriors were escorted into the deep mountains for hard labor, drawing cheers and applause from the commoners.
Watching the drastic changes in the city, Peng Huan'er muttered to herself, "The young master really is a madman. How did he stir up such huge trouble again? Last time it was swindling money, but this time it's outright rebellion!"
"The real nuclear-powered donkeys have arrived," Fang Zhiyi revealed a sinister smile.
The remnant soul in the jade pendant, Old Ghost, clamored, "This is all my doing! Don't you forget about me!"
"Alright, alright, you're the most badass." Even Fang Zhiyi hadn't expected that Old Ghost's theories would be so perfectly suited to this era. Combining those theories with Fang Zhiyi's practical execution, they managed to create a device capable of completely suppressing Douqi.
"I say, is our next step to raise an army and march straight on Shangjing?" Old Ghost was a bit excited, not having realized he was this awesome either.
Fang Zhiyi extended a middle finger and flicked him. "Do you have rocks in your head? How could these devices of ours possibly deal with high-tier Douqi warriors?"
That sentence extinguished more than half of Old Ghost's enthusiasm.
"How do you know it won't work if we don't try?"
Fang Zhiyi looked at the jade pendant. "That makes sense. Doing scientific research requires exactly this kind of mindset." He paused. "But if this were your peak, and you knew there was a weapon that could suppress you, and you were on guard, what would the success rate be?"
Old Ghost fell silent.
At his peak, and with his guard up, it would be absolutely impossible for these people to hurt him!
"Sigh..."
"Don't worry, there is no end to science," Fang Zhiyi said, looking at the escorted nuclear-powered donkeys. "Before that, we need some labor and... experimental subjects."
Fang Congyun never expected that even after entering Shangjing, he would still encounter such tremendous resistance.
The First Prince blatantly sent out more assassins attempting to eliminate the Little Princess. The Second and Third Princes were fiercely battling each other, while the noble families had each chosen their respective candidates to support. Now, the entirety of Shangjing was in utter chaos.
When Douqi warriors fought, the commoners suffered. Many civilian houses collapsed, and some people even died in the crossfire of the battles.
None of those aloof warriors cared in the slightest.
Fang Congyun had some brains, after all. He quickly and secretly won over several branch members of the noble families, forcefully developing his own faction under the most disadvantageous circumstances.
The Little Princess praised him endlessly and repeatedly stated that in the future, she only wanted to be his empress. Hearing this, Fang Congyun grinned from ear to ear.
However, he did not realize that a villain he had overlooked was closely watching his every move.
"This beast has hooked up with another vixen?" Pale fingers exerted a slight force, and the teacup instantly shattered.
The servants standing by swallowed nervously.
"Patriarch, the First Prince is gradually losing power now. Should we also pick a side?"
"Pick a side? Why should we pick a side?" Jian Xiaoyu abruptly stood up, her Douqi erupting from her body, terrifying her subordinates into immediately taking two steps back.
"Are you saying that this world can only be ruled by men, and not by women?"
"The Patriarch is absolutely right!" A subordinate immediately grasped her intent and spoke up, prompting the others to kneel on one knee. "We are willing to follow the Patriarch's lead!"
They did not understand what kind of provocation this young miss had suffered. They only knew that on the night the old Patriarch died violently in his room and the eldest miss had her meridians broken, turning into a cripple, the sky over the Jian family had completely changed.
Jian Xiaoyu's actions became incredibly ruthless, and she grew extremely suspicious. She took over the entire Jian family using rather terrifying methods.
"Fang Congyun! Everything you owe me, I will definitely take back in full!"
Following Jian Xiaoyu's will, the Jian family vanished, transforming into an underground faction active in the shadows. When Fang Congyun first heard the news of the Jian family's annihilation, he was only somewhat shocked. However, facing the siege of other factions, he had no time to search for Jian Xiaoyu's whereabouts, which gave her ample time to scheme.
This turmoil plunged the world into misery. Some noble families, like the Gu family of Yi City, desperately scrambled for profits, while others closely followed their chosen princes, carrying out assassinations or sieges against other royal family members who had a chance at the throne.
No one expected that the most inconspicuous Little Princess would ultimately fight her way out of this fierce competition.
Her other brothers were either dead or crippled, and their supporters were suddenly backstabbed by their own families one day. Relying on his stratagems, Fang Congyun forcibly turned the tables. To firmly seize this opportunity, he spent years of painstaking effort, advancing from a fifth-tier Douqi warrior to an eighth-tier powerhouse.
Just when everyone was rejoicing, an unexpected change occurred: the dormant Jian Xiaoyu made her move.
The factions under Fang Congyun suffered varying degrees of attacks, sustaining heavy losses.
And Jian Xiaoyu reappeared in Fang Congyun's line of sight. One was sinister, ruthless, and filled with resentment, while the other was unscrupulous and determined to eradicate the other.
The tales of love and grudges between Jian Xiaoyu and Fang Congyun spread once more, but right or wrong no longer mattered. For Fang Congyun, obtaining the world was more important than anything else.
With the Princess's support, the imperial guards in Fang Congyun's hands quickly suppressed Jian Xiaoyu's subordinates. The situation began to turn completely one-sided, but Jian Xiaoyu was well-prepared. What she wanted wasn't the throne, but...
"Fang Congyun! You and I must settle our grievances today!"
Holding the Princess hostage, Jian Xiaoyu believed victory was in her grasp.
She had long planted her own people among the palace servants, all for the sake of subduing the enemy in one fell swoop.
Fang Congyun had his reservations. He knew that if he lost the Princess, the noble families outside would definitely not submit to him. Faced with Jian Xiaoyu's coercion, he could only obediently cooperate.
Seeing everything unfold as planned, Jian Xiaoyu's confidants grew somewhat excited. The merit of aiding a new ruler to the throne wasn't an opportunity just anyone could get.
However, Jian Xiaoyu's next moves left them completely bewildered.
The formerly ruthless and venomous Patriarch turned into a bitter woman. She rambled on about her past romance with Fang Congyun, talking about how he had betrayed her. She wanted to let the whole world know of Fang Congyun's heartlessness and fickle nature.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
