Fang Zhiyi acted even more like Song Jiang than Song Jiang himself. Whenever the Emperor bestowed rewards, he would bring them out to share with everyone. He constantly treated his subordinates to meals and generously opened his purse for those facing financial difficulties.
His former title of Playboy had now been wiped away, and everyone started calling him the Gold-Scattering Taibao.
It still carried a bit of a wealthy, spoiled heir vibe, but to Fang Zhiyi, this title was much better than the one its original owner had.
Because of these maneuvers, Fang Zhiyi's power was expanding further. Now, nearly half of the Imperial City Department was under his control. Although he still held the modest rank of a Manager, the lowest-level clerks reported any news to him first before sending it up the chain.
So when Fang Zhiyi heard that Emperor Huizong of Song was going to meet with Li Shishi soon, he frowned slightly.
"Great opportunity! How about we send someone to ruin this meeting, make Song Jiang suffer a hidden loss, or just detain him directly?" Little Hei got a bit excited.
To his surprise, Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "We leave it be."
"Leave it be?"
"Did you forget who our main opponent is?"
Little Hei paused for a moment, suddenly remembering. "That transmigrator?"
"Right... his current opponent is also Song Jiang... Although this dark-skinned fellow is quite annoying, from the imperial court's perspective, he is a qualified hound... So not only can I not stop him, but I also have to help him."
Saying this, Fang Zhiyi turned to order his subordinates. "Find out who is responsible for arranging the meeting, and replace them with our people as much as possible."
The subordinate did not hesitate, nodded, and headed out.
"Come back! Why are you so excited when I haven't finished speaking?"
The subordinate hurriedly ran back.
"Remember, no matter who you see going in that night, pretend you didn't see them, and absolutely do not make a fuss."
"My Lord, is this..." The subordinate habitually wanted to ask, but remembering Fang Zhiyi's temper, he shut his mouth. In short, whatever the Lord arranged, they would do; they wouldn't suffer for it!
Fang Zhiyi's maneuvering made Song Jiang's audience with the Emperor go extremely smoothly. The resistance he had imagined did not appear at all. Furthermore, with Li Shishi's help, Song Jiang vaguely felt that this was a sign from heaven.
He revealed his identity and his desire for amnesty to Emperor Huizong, who praised him highly.
This meeting achieved unprecedented success and further strengthened Song Jiang's desire for amnesty. He decided that upon his return, he would make a move against that eccentric Shao Jiang, lest he ruin the grand plan.
Little Hei was doing his best to conceal his aura, so Fang Zhiyi was also unclear about the opponent's movements and could only rely on deductions. Meanwhile, he also stepped up his own actions. There were some highly experienced veterans in the Imperial City Department who had never bought into his act, only holding back from falling out with him out of fear of Gao Qiu.
They sneered at Fang Zhiyi's sycophancy and his efforts to win people over, not even looking him in the eye. However, what they didn't expect was that Fang Zhiyi's methods of winning hearts were far more terrifying than they imagined.
"My Lord, everything you asked for is here." A few minor officials of the Imperial City Department stood before Fang Zhiyi.
Looking at the several booklets placed on the table, Fang Zhiyi nodded slightly.
It was bad enough that these old fogeys occupied the latrine without doing their business, but they actually wanted to put on airs in front of him?
Were they crazy?
Soon, evidence of crimes committed by several high-ranking officials of the Imperial City Department was presented on Emperor Huizong's dragon desk through various channels. Coupled with Gao Qiu's embellishments, the Emperor flew into a rage. Several supervisors of the Imperial City Department were successively imprisoned or exiled. The other officials who were not implicated lived in constant fear, and someone finally realized who was targeting them, immediately changing their attitude and even personally visiting Fang Zhiyi.
But Fang Zhiyi still maintained his generous and loyal demeanor, thumping his chest and promising louder than anyone else. In the blink of an eye, he promoted his trusted aides to those vacant positions. Some officials even had to voluntarily request retirement to give up their positions just to protect themselves.
A strange situation emerged in the Imperial City Department. The higher-ranking supervisors acted cautiously around Fang Zhiyi, a mere manager. Without his nod, they didn't even dare to make a move. The highest commander of the Imperial City Department, the Superintendent, became a commander without an army. He tried to impeach Fang Zhiyi before the Emperor for forming factions for selfish purposes, but in return, he only received a severe scolding from Emperor Huizong.
"Do you take We for a three-year-old child? Him, forming factions? He is clearly utterly loyal! He, a minor manager, recommends those capable men with more seniority than him to higher positions while willingly remaining a minor official himself, and you say he's forming factions? Nonsense!"
The Superintendent was scolded so badly he couldn't lift his head. Meanwhile, Gao Qiu, who was at the side comforting the Emperor, sighed with emotion in his heart: this adopted son of his was simply a talent among talents! His future prospects were limitless!
But Gao Qiu also never expected that Fang Zhiyi's first move after secretly taking control of the Imperial City Department would be to extend an olive branch to Cai Jing. Using the special functions of the Imperial City Department, Fang Zhiyi provided Cai Jing with a lot of intelligence on his rivals. After Cai Jing repeatedly gained the upper hand in court struggles relying on the intelligence provided by Fang Zhiyi, he reciprocated by frantically putting in a good word for Fang Zhiyi in front of Emperor Huizong. Gao Qiu was left dumbfounded, even feeling as if Fang Zhiyi was Cai Jing's adopted son, not his own.
And while Gao Qiu was still bewildered, he accidentally discovered that even a eunuch like Tong Guan was on good terms with Fang Zhiyi. Gao Qiu was completely numb.
Was this still that ignorant and incompetent Gao Lian? Why did it feel like this kid had turned on some kind of cheat?
The winds of the entire imperial court were blowing in a bizarre direction. Two months later, the original Superintendent of the Imperial City Department claimed illness and returned to his hometown. Amidst the flattery and recommendations of the crowd, Fang Zhiyi reluctantly took the seat of the Superintendent.
Little Hei's eyes twitched as he watched. "No, no, wait a minute, why do I feel like you're on track to become the Nine Thousand Years Lord?"
Fang Zhiyi chuckled. "Pretty much, but I don't want to be a eunuch."
"Good thing you're a transmigrator, otherwise I'd suspect someone like you placed in ancient times would definitely be a menace."
"Is this your first day knowing me?"
Gao Qiu also found that he increasingly couldn't see through this adopted son. It could be said that Fang Zhiyi now had a place in the imperial court and was no longer that Gao Yanei who only knew how to run amok. But his growth also made Gao Qiu feel a bit of trepidation.
However, out of partiality for his adopted son, Gao Qiu still spared no effort in supporting Fang Zhiyi's actions.
So when Fang Zhiyi earnestly proposed to Emperor Huizong the request to purge the internals and select the elite, Gao Qiu also supported it.
"Your Majesty, the current Imperial City Department has become corrupt. To maintain Your Majesty's authority and protect the safety of the imperial city, I wish to reform the Imperial City Department, turning them into the sharpest blade in Your Majesty's hand!"
Fang Zhiyi's loyalty was practically written all over his face, and Emperor Huizong, who already considered him one of his own, readily agreed without even waiting for Gao Qiu to speak.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?!
