"That bitch Chen Qingtian is getting prettier by the day. I’d love to see her stripped naked on a bed. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to film plenty of videos—maybe I’ll even let you have a look if I’m in a good mood."
Yu Chengqun’s humiliating taunts continued, his grip on Fang Buxia growing heavier.
Lying on the ground, Fang Buxia suddenly mustered an unexpected burst of strength, springing up and punching Yu Chengqun square in the eye.
"Don’t you dare insult my sister!" Fang Buxia roared.
Yu Chengqun’s face twisted in fury. "You’re dead."
Just as Yu Chengqun was about to send Fang Buxia to meet his parents, an angry yet melodious voice cut through the air.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing the voice, both men froze.
Chen Qingtian stood there.
She had come to Jingda University to find Yu Chengqun—Uncle Fu’s detective had uncovered that the incident between her and Fang Buxia years ago might have been a misunderstanding. She needed confirmation from Yu Chengqun.
But the moment she stepped onto campus, she spotted a familiar figure before she could even ask around. Unsure if her eyes were playing tricks, she chased after him, only to lose him in the maze-like, secluded faculty housing area. Frustrated, she turned to leave when the sounds of a scuffle drew her to a dimly lit corner where the two stood.
Fang Buxia stiffened, his head bowed, unable to look up.
"Chen Qingtian?" Yu Chengqun narrowed his eyes.
Heh. Looks like you delivered yourself right to me.
Chen Qingtian stepped forward, her heart softening at the sight of the boy with his head down.
Some people, no matter how much time has passed or how grave their mistakes, can still pierce right through you the moment they reappear.
Yu Chengqun feigned panic. "Qingtian-jie, Fang Buxia wronged you before. I was just teaching him a lesson for you."
Fang Buxia’s eyes burned with rage—he hadn’t forgotten the vile words Yu Chengqun had just spat about Chen Qingtian.
A murderous intent rose in his chest.
He wanted to kill Yu Chengqun.
But before he could act—
"Ah—!"
Yu Chengqun crumpled to the ground, writhing in agony.
Chen Qingtian’s gaze sharpened as she looked down at the childhood friend beneath her feet.
"I heard every word you said."
She exhaled slowly. She no longer needed Yu Chengqun’s confirmation.
His earlier words were proof enough—he had orchestrated everything back then.
Uncle Fu’s detective was truly impressive.
Yu Chengqun howled in pain, unable to form another coherent word.
Chen Qingtian reached out to touch Fang Buxia, but the moment her fingers grazed his forehead, his entire body trembled violently.
Then he turned and stumbled away.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
She tried to chase after him, but Yu Chengqun grabbed her ankle.
"Qingtian-jie… please… help me… I was wrong…"
With that, he passed out.
Chen Qingtian realized things might have gone too far—she had kicked with full force, aiming for a lethal spot in her fury.
Ever the "kind-hearted" soul, she dialed 120 for Yu Chengqun before rushing after Fang Buxia—but the boy had vanished.
"Xiaxia! Where are you? Come out and see me, please!" she called out desperately.
Only silence answered.
After searching Jingda’s campus for a while, a thought struck her. But just as she was about to leave, her phone exploded with calls.
Chen Xiao’s furious voice blasted through the receiver.
"Where the hell are you, girl? Do you have any idea what you’ve done? The Yu family has already called the police—"
Officers arrived immediately, arresting Chen Qingtian for intentional assault.
But the Chen family moved just as swiftly, posting bail to bring her home pending investigation.
The Yu family was wealthy, but the Chens had connections—and since bail was standard procedure, the police released her on the spot.
At the Chen residence:
"Qingtian, no matter how deep the grudge, was it necessary to go that far? Yu Chengqun is the Yu family’s heir, and you just crippled him. They’re beyond furious now."
Chen Qingtian knew she’d messed up, but she still muttered under her breath, "He had it coming."
"You—!" Chen Xiao was exasperated.
"Do you even realize what you did? You crushed one of Yu Chengqun’s testicles."
Chen Qingtian: Oh… that’s a problem.
The entire Chen household was grim-faced.
She hadn’t expected her kick to be that devastating.
Just then, her aunt Chen Zhima arrived home.
Upon hearing the news, she had immediately pulled strings through her network. Seeing Chen Xiao’s distress, she scoffed at her father’s stubborn righteousness.
She despised his unwavering moral rigidity—the world wasn’t that black and white.
The Yu family was powerful, but the Chens weren’t pushovers.
If Chen Xiao would just leverage his younger brother’s influence, the Yu family would have no choice but to swallow their pride.
Money meant nothing when the Chens had political backing.
But knowing her father, if the Yu family pressed charges, he might actually let Chen Qingtian go to prison.
Ugh. The Chen men and their unbending principles.
"Dad, I consulted a lawyer friend. If we don’t intervene, Qingtian could face at least three years for grievous bodily harm."
"Intervene? With what? Should I trample over the law with my old face?" Chen Xiao had cooled down, but his anger lingered.
Chen Zhima rolled her eyes. "I also spoke to a medical contact. With only one testicle damaged, Yu Chengqun might still be fertile—just… impaired in other ways."
"As her grandfather, if you pull a few strings, the Yu family will back down."
"If Qingtian ends up in prison, how will you explain things to my brother when he returns?"
Chen Xiao stared at her in disbelief. "Explain what? Do you even know who you’re talking to, you brat?"
Chen Zhima took a deep breath, suppressing her rising temper.
"This is exactly why my sister ran away all those years ago—because of your damn principles. And you still haven’t learned."
Chen Xiao nearly had a stroke from rage, raising his hand to strike her. "I’ll beat some sense into you!"
Chen Zhima stood her ground, staring him down without flinching.
Su Jianguo, seated in her wheelchair, rapped Chen Xiao’s hand away with her cane.
"Age has only made your temper worse. What, you already drove one daughter away—now you want to hit the other? Why not beat me too while you’re at it?"
Chen Xiao instantly deflated, kneeling before her. "Don’t be angry, my dear. It’s bad for your health. I just lost my temper for a moment."
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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?!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
