Finally, Fang Chengci arrived. Seeing Fang Zhiyi from a distance, he was instantly filled with rage and charged straight at him. He was much stockier than Fang Zhiyi and usually joined their parents in bullying this older brother. Right now, his head was filled with nothing but the thought of beating Fang Zhiyi up.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi looked with feigned surprise at the wild-boar-like object rushing toward him. Just as they were about to collide, he slightly stepped aside.
The fruit stall owner behind him let out a cry of alarm. No one noticed that when Fang Zhiyi dodged, he also stuck out a foot. Completely off guard, Fang Chengci crashed headfirst into the fruit stall.
Watermelons and apples rolled all over the ground. Fang Chengci scrambled up, dizzy and disoriented. He had actually been tripped by Fang Zhiyi! He wanted to lunge forward again but was grabbed by the fruit stall owner. Don't you run! Pay for this!
Fang Zhiyi's face was full of apology. I'm so sorry, Uncle Liu. My brother is a bit... He gestured toward his head.
You're the one who's fucking sick in the head! Fang Chengci was furious.
The commotion attracted quite a few people, and everyone started talking all at once.
Fang Chengci cursed in exasperation, while Fang Zhiyi apologized to the fruit stall owner with a face full of regret. It was obvious at a glance who was right and who was wrong.
The Fang family is truly committing a sin. Not only do they blatantly favor their younger son, but look at how spoiled he is.
Ayi, come here, come over to auntie!
Someone couldn't bear to watch anymore and called for Fang Zhiyi to get away from there.
Fang Zhiyi nodded politely. That's okay. Even though my younger brother accidentally crashed into the fruit stall, as his older brother, I have to take responsibility... He turned to the fruit stall owner and said, Uncle Liu, see how much compensation is needed. I might not have enough on me, I only have a few dollars. If it's not enough, I'll go back and ask my dad for it.
Uncle Liu held onto Fang Chengci with one hand and looked at Fang Zhiyi's sincere face. Let's keep things separate. Uncle Liu definitely won't extort you. We'll just weigh the damaged fruit, is that okay?
Fang Chengci was still highly agitated. Fang Zhiyi! If it weren't for you, would I have crashed? You XXXXXXXX!
His foul language made the bystanders frown in disapproval.
Fang Zhiyi looked a bit wronged. Little brother, I don't mean to scold you, but Mom and Dad spent so much money sending you to tutoring classes, and you actually stole a girl's skirt... I wasn't even going to tell Mom and Dad. Why are you so impulsive?
The crowd was in an uproar and all looked at Fang Chengci. Who would have thought this kid was actually a bit of a pervert?
Hearing this, Fang Chengci was enraged once again. You're full of bullshit! I didn't steal it! It was you...
My mom is your mom, Fang Zhiyi said with a serious face, forcefully choking back Fang Chengci's words. If you want to curse at me, just curse at me. Don't always bring our mom into it, it doesn't sound good to others.
Fang Chengci's mind completely blew up. Fuck off, let go of me!
That sentence crossed the line. Uncle Liu, whose stall had been knocked over, also got angry. What did you say, you little brat? I'm not your dad, I have no reason to spoil you!
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes slightly. Almost there.
Little brother, just drop it and apologize to Uncle Liu. This matter was your fault to begin with.
Fang Chengci's anger had burned away his last shred of reason. He slammed his elbow into Uncle Liu's face. Bullshit!
He couldn't figure out no matter what why his usually submissive older brother would frame him, especially when he hadn't done anything today!
This strike completely ignited Uncle Liu's fury. Uncle Liu, who did manual labor year-round, quickly recovered. He grabbed Fang Chengci by the collar and gave him a hard slap across the face. You smashed my stall and you're still acting tough! You cursed at me and even hit me! I'll beat you to death, you little bastard!
Facing Fang Zhiyi, who was trying to break up the fight, Uncle Liu retained a bit of reason. Ayi, stand back, this has nothing to do with you!
Pulled back by someone else, Fang Zhiyi half-heartedly allowed himself to be led away from the center of the storm.
Sure enough, a short while later, the Fang parents arrived after hearing the news. Seeing his beloved son being manhandled, Fang Jianshu lost it. Fortunately, most of the onlookers were neighbors, and they quickly stepped in to hold him back.
The police arrived quickly, but there were no surveillance cameras around. According to everyone's testimonies, Fang Chengci was at fault first, and it only escalated because he insulted and hit the stall owner.
Right at that moment, Fang Jianshu also spotted Fang Zhiyi. His eyes were full of anger, but it was hard for him to lash out in front of so many people.
Fang Zhiyi! Come here! Tell me exactly what happened! In his eyes, these people must be slandering his son.
Fang Zhiyi walked over with some hesitation.
Little brother smashed the fruit stall, kept cursing at people, and then...
Since even Fang Chengci's own brother said so, the incident was classified as a standard conflict. Fortunately, although Fang Chengci had been slapped, he wasn't seriously hurt. However, Uncle Liu had taken an elbow to the face. After an assessment, Fang Jianshu was ordered to pay for the damages, including all medical expenses and the cost of the ruined fruit stall.
The Fang parents and Fang Chengci spent the entire day at the hospital.
Fang Zhiyi, on the other hand, leisurely went home, made himself something to eat, and then patted his bottom and went out again.
After learning the whole story from his younger son, Fang Jianshu furiously wanted to go home and teach his older son a lesson. Finding Fang Zhiyi not there, he smashed several cups in a fit of rage.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi looked at an elderly person who had fallen down not far away and revealed an eerie smile.
He didn't hesitate much. He just went over to take a look, then asked the passersby nearby. The passersby shook their heads, indicating they didn't know the person. Fang Zhiyi then began to display the original host's kind-hearted nature and reached out to help the elderly person up.
Right after he helped the elderly person up, the passerby who had previously claimed not to know the elderly person immediately started accusing Fang Zhiyi of knocking down his mother.
An average person would be dumbfounded encountering such a situation, but Fang Zhiyi remained completely calm.
Since I knocked the auntie down, I will take full responsibility.
His words left the mother and son, who had prepared a bellyful of excuses, looking at each other in dismay.
However, I don't have any money. We have to go to my house.
Uh...
Fang Zhiyi pulled out his empty pants pockets. He wasn't lying; he really had no money. Let's go.
As soon as he pushed the door open, he was greeted by a flying slipper. Fang Zhiyi tilted his head slightly, and the man behind him was hit squarely in the face.
Ouch!
Fang Jianshu looked suspiciously behind Fang Zhiyi. What kind of shady people are you bringing into the house? Are you trying to start a rebellion?
Fang Zhiyi stepped aside, and the mother and son behind him entered the door.
The man covered his face. What are you talking about! Who's shady! Your son knocked down my mom! And you threw something and hit me!!! Pay up!
These words left Fang Jianshu and his wife completely bewildered.
He turned his face and glared at Fang Zhiyi. You caused trouble again???
Fang Zhiyi threw his hands up. I didn't. I just saw this kind and amiable auntie lying on the ground and helped her up. Then they demanded I pay them compensation. I don't have any money, so I could only bring them back here.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
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."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
