Fang Zhaodi had never been treated well by her family since she was little, and the reason was evident from her name—the Fang family favored boys over girls.
She suffered countless hardships as a child, so many that even a diary couldn’t contain them all. The diary itself was a gift from a teacher who took pity on her. To Fang Zhaodi, this notebook was precious, especially since, just a year later, her family stopped letting her go to school after her younger brother was born. She could only pour everything on her mind into this little diary.
Today, my mother hit me with a rattan cane. It hurt a lot.
Because I didn’t check on my brother in time when he cried while I was feeding the pigs, my grandmother cursed at me for an hour.
Dad came home and bought my brother cute little clothes. I wanted to take a look, but he yelled at me, saying my hands were dirty.
Xiao Hu next door falsely accused me of stealing candy, but I had only picked up a few candy wrappers—they were shiny and beautiful. My mother, without asking what really happened, beat me with the stick she uses for herding pigs.
This page even has bloodstains on it.
She had heard that when she was born, her family wanted to drown her, but her grandmother rushed over in time to save her life.
Fang Zhaodi didn’t understand why she had to endure all this, but she had gotten used to it. Her small figure had long shouldered the household chores. While other village kids laughed on their way to school, she had to gather pig feed; when they carried their backpacks home, she hauled firewood back.
She thought life would always be like this, until a handsome boy from the city changed everything.
He looked at her with curiosity, told her many new things about the outside world, filling Fang Zhaodi with longing. But her daydreaming made her slack off on work, and when she got home, her mother beat her again.
The boy’s name was Gao Xiang. He had come to the countryside with his teacher to find inspiration. He often showed her his paintings, and Fang Zhaodi looked at him with pure admiration.
Gao Xiang was kind to her—whether out of sympathy or fondness, she didn’t know. He once said her eyes were beautiful, like stars in the sky. That made Fang Zhaodi shy, and she thought to herself how well-spoken city boys were.
Gradually, she developed strange feelings for Gao Xiang, but she knew he would leave eventually, so she could only suppress her emotions deep in her heart.
Soon, Gao Xiang left. Because her younger brother played a trick on her, Fang Zhaodi missed seeing him one last time, which left her disheartened. But a surprise came: Gao Xiang had someone deliver a painting to her. It was a portrait of her, and on the back, he had written his address.
Fang Zhaodi loved that painting. She looked at it almost every day, until her mischievous younger brother, Fang Tianqi, scribbled all over her face in it, making her look like a ghost while she was out working.
Fang Zhaodi got angry and spanked Fang Tianqi’s bottom. In response, he cried and tattled to their parents. That day, she suffered a brutal beating. Her father stayed silent as usual, her mother was furious, and her grandparents stood by, cheering her mother on.
She felt like a circus bear.
This time, she was beaten black and blue. The pain kept her tossing and turning, unable to sleep. But because of that, she overheard her parents talking. They were discussing marrying her off. This filled Fang Zhaodi with deep fear. She was only sixteen, didn’t want to get married, and longed to see the outside world.
That was when she first thought of running away from home.
Two days later, under the pretense of gathering firewood on the mountain, she secretly took a hundred yuan from her mother, put on her best clothes, and slipped away.
Fang Zhaodi was lucky enough to meet someone willing to give her a ride. But when she finally stood at the bustling train station, she felt lost and didn’t know what to do.
She bought a train ticket to the city where Gao Xiang lived.
But she didn’t go to find him. She knew she would scare him with the way she looked. She noticed a sign recruiting workers and went over, only to end up climbing into a human trafficker’s van.
What followed was the despair every trafficked woman experiences. She was imprisoned, beaten, and violated, but Fang Zhaodi didn’t give in. Perhaps her perseverance moved the heavens. When a truck came to buy grain in the village, she seized the chance to sneak into its cargo bed. Even when she could barely breathe, she didn’t dare move, terrified of being discovered.
She managed to escape.
Fang Zhaodi didn’t know what it meant to report to the police, so she didn’t go to a station. Instead, she begged her way back. Luckily, a restaurant owner took pity on her and let her do odd jobs, giving her some stability.
But fate began to toy with her again. One night, the drunk restaurant owner pushed open her dormitory door and forced himself on her. This was seen by the owner’s wife, who rushed over. The wife, hysterical, grabbed her hair and called her shameless.
Fang Zhaodi was kicked out again. But as she left, the owner, trying to buy her silence, secretly slipped her a thousand yuan. That money gave Fang Zhaodi an idea.
It wasn’t a good idea.
But it was all she could do.
The next time she saw that boy from her memory was at a nightclub. She lined up with the other girls, walking inside to wink at the customers. In the dim light, she spotted a face she recognized.
Fang Zhaodi panicked and ran away, but Gao Xiang, stunned, chased after her.
He demanded why she was doing this work, then hugged her with pity.
Fang Zhaodi thought she had found happiness. But her family found her and gave her news: her father was seriously ill and on the verge of death.
She couldn’t let go of her family. After telling Gao Xiang, she decided to go home, and Gao Xiang said he would go with her, joking that he wanted to meet his future in-laws.
But Fang Zhaodi never expected that her father’s illness was a lie. The moment she stepped through the door, her family restrained her. In the struggle, she learned that her brother had gotten his girlfriend pregnant, and her family demanded a twenty-thousand-yuan bride price. Her parents had sold her for that same amount to a lame old man from a neighboring village.
Gao Xiang tried to stop them, but the Fang family beat him and threatened him never to return. Gao Xiang was helpless; he didn’t have the money, and even if he did, he wouldn’t give it to the Fang family.
To get the money quickly, the Fang family tied Fang Zhaodi up and sent her to the neighboring village the next day. The lame man’s eyes lit up when he saw her, but Fang Zhaodi had hidden a pair of scissors in her clothes. When he made a move, she pulled them out and threatened him, keeping him at bay for the night. The man grumbled about demanding his money back and limped over to the Fang family early the next morning. Fang Zhaodi took this chance to escape once again.
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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?!
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...
