"You little wench, you think you're so great just because you've latched onto Fang Zhiyi, huh?" Liu Wenxia's shrill curses rang out, "Mingshan, hold her down!"
Fang Qingci struggled desperately, but she was only a young girl. Faced with the restraint of several people, she could only writhe, her face flushed red.
"I see Fang Zhiyi treasures you dearly, but don't forget, we are your biological parents!" Fang Mingshan cursed.
"Uncle, Uncle will be back soon!" Fang Qingci cried out.
"Hurry up, the bride price has already been negotiated. We need to send her over quickly tomorrow; they're paying a hundred thousand in bride price!" Liu Wenxia urged. "So what if Fang Zhiyi comes back? Did you think you could turn into a golden phoenix? You're just a lowly, money-losing burden!"
"You little bitch, you have no conscience either. Our family raised you through thick and thin, and now you're learning from that ungrateful wretch, are you?" Old Lady Fang stepped forward, wanting to strike her, but was stopped by Old Man Fang.
"Don't hit her. What if she's bruised and they don't want her tomorrow?"
Fang Tianqi stood to the side, gritting his teeth. He had long been jealous of Fang Qingci's life. She used to wear ragged clothes, but now she not only got to go to school, but she also had new clothes and a new backpack. She even had someone drop her off and pick her up from school. Why? He was the true treasure of the Fang family!
"Be good, Tianqi. Once this little bitch is married off, all your uncle's property will be yours," Old Lady Fang even remembered to turn her head and add.
Fang Tianqi nodded repeatedly.
"What are you thinking?" Little Hei was frantic. It hadn't expected the original plot point to happen so early, and right now, Fang Zhiyi was still in the holding cell.
Fang Zhiyi looked relaxed. "I smashed someone's shop and beat them up. Being detained is getting off lightly."
"No! She's just a little girl, aren't you worried at all?"
Fang Zhiyi leaned his head against the wall. "Little Hei... you're becoming more and more human."
Little Hei blushed slightly but quickly retorted, "Bah, is this the time to praise me?"
"In the original plot, she clearly suffered so much, so why did she still fall for it? I think she must have suspected something, but couldn't let go of her affection for her parents," Fang Zhiyi said. "This is a great opportunity to let her see clearly exactly what kind of people her parents are."
"The price is too high!"
"You're wrong. I left her so many things... As long as she can be brave... that's enough."
"You, oh you..." Though Little Hei was anxious, all it could do was pace around in circles.
Back at the Fang household, seeing Fang Qingci stop resisting, Liu Wenxia was extremely satisfied. "That's right. Would your parents ever harm you? That cripple may be lame, but he treats his wife very well. You'll enjoy a good life once you marry him, and don't forget your parents when the time comes."
Fang Mingshan also chimed in, "You should have just listened sooner, making me waste my energy for nothing."
None of them noticed the pain and subsequent relief in Fang Qingci's eyes.
"Mom, Dad, I understand."
Her attitude put the Fang family much more at ease. As long as she didn't make a fuss, this matter would be easy to handle.
Old Lady Fang immediately and generously offered to boil an egg for her—a treatment she had never received at home before. Old Man Fang also sat down nearby, rambling on about how unfilial Fang Zhiyi was. Just as the whole family breathed a sigh of relief, Fang Qingci suddenly reached out and grabbed the scissors on the table, which she had glanced at several times already.
Only this time, she didn't point the scissors at herself, but thrust them directly at the hand Fang Mingshan was using to grip her. Fang Mingshan reacted quickly, immediately letting go. At that exact moment, Fang Qingci dashed desperately toward the door. Old Lady Fang appeared at the doorway holding the egg, and the two came face to face.
"Mother, stop this wretched girl!" Liu Wenxia roared.
Fang Qingci gritted her teeth, shoved Old Lady Fang aside, and bolted into the courtyard.
But she quickly realized that the courtyard gate was already locked. It seemed the Fang family never intended to let her leave today.
"Run, why don't you run!" Liu Wenxia chased after her, gnashing her teeth.
Fang Mingshan helped his old mother up. "Let's just break one of her legs! This little bitch, I'll explain it to the cripple!"
Watching them, Fang Qingci laughed as tears streamed down her face. "You are not my parents! Where in the world are there parents who abuse their daughter every day! You call me unfilial, you call Uncle unfilial, but with the things you do, do you even deserve to call others unfilial?"
"You want to sell me off for money, and you even want to break my leg! I am a human being, not your merchandise!" Fang Qingci screamed hoarsely, gripping the scissors tightly, her eyes full of sheer determination. "And another thing, my name is not Fang Zhaodi, my name is Fang Qingci! From today onwards, I have nothing to do with you anymore!"
The Fang family was stunned by her words, failing to react for a moment. Liu Wenxia was the first to snap back to her senses, shrieking, "This is rebellion! You heartless wretch, how dare you sever ties with us!"
But immediately after, Fang Qingci began to scream at the top of her lungs, "Help! Help!!!"
The village was quiet at night. Her voice pierced the silent night sky, and the village dogs began to bark in response.
"Scream all you want. A father beating his daughter—let's see who dares to meddle in someone else's family affairs!" Overcome with rage, Fang Mingshan grabbed a wooden stick and advanced toward her.
"Exactly! We used to beat you so much and you always took it quietly. Now you've learned to scream, you unfilial thing!" Fang Tianqi also clamored.
Fang Qingci froze for a moment. Thinking back to the past, aside from crying when she was very little, she had always gritted her teeth and taken the beatings without a sound. Her parents had told her that crying out loud would only result in a worse beating.
Just as Fang Mingshan raised the stick, a furious shout rang out from the top of the adjacent courtyard wall.
"Stop right there!"
Fang Mingshan paused, only to see Boss Wu vault over the wall and jump inside.
"Damn it, Fang Mingshan, what are you doing?" Boss Wu glared, pulling Fang Qingci directly behind him. "Are you trying to beat Fang Zhiyi's daughter? Huh?"
"Wu, how I discipline my daughter is none of your business!" Fang Mingshan fumed.
"None of my business? Do you want to listen to that?"
"Listen to what?" Fang Mingshan asked.
At that moment, heavy pounding echoed on the gate.
"Open the door!"
"I heard the girl Qingci screaming. It's here, right?"
"Fang Mingshan! You better not touch Fang Qingci, or you're dead meat!"
"Liu Wenxia, open the door!"
"Whoever touches our boss's daughter is smashing my livelihood!"
The Fang family's wooden gate simply couldn't withstand the violent impacts. Boss Wu quickly pulled Fang Qingci out of the way just as the double wooden doors crashed down. Before Fang Mingshan could even speak with his eyes wide open, a figure darted in and delivered a flying kick right to his chest.
Xiao Wu looked murderous. "Fuck you, Fang Mingshan! You touch our Qingci, do you have a death wish?"
Behind him surged in over a dozen villagers armed with sticks and clubs.
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.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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."
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.
