"Brother Fa?"
"Little Brother Yong?"
"How did you end up like this?" (They said in unison)
A strange twist of fate had bound the two unlucky brothers together. The two stared at each other, sizing up the other's miserable state. Neither was in a position to judge the other.
One was limping, the other was crooked; one was in a wheelchair, the other in a cast.
Thinking of the past...
A few minutes later.
"Brother Fa, this Kawasaki is so cool! It looks like a limited edition, custom-modded. Look at these tires, this engine, this alloy... It is too handsome!" Li Yong, sitting in his wheelchair, was practically drooling.
Wang Defa beside him was not doing much better. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, a crooked neck, a raised leg, and a squinting gaze fixed on the heavily modified Kawasaki, he was utterly mesmerized.
It was truly awesome!
"It really is a good thing, Little Brother Yong. It is just a pity that your Brother Fa is a bit strapped for cash. Let alone a Kawasaki, I would struggle to buy even a single tire." Wang Defa shook his head and sighed. How could a single word of sorrow cover it?
Li Yong seemed to think of something and said, "I actually have two Kawasakis in my garage, but they are just ordinary ones. They cannot compare to this one in front of us. Combined, they probably only cost a fraction of this bike, but they could barely make do."
"Brother Fa, if you like it, I will give you one!"
Wang Defa's eyes lit up. "How could I accept that, Little Brother Yong!"
His eyes were practically glued to it; he did not look embarrassed or hesitant at all.
If the old duo of Wang Fugui and Tang Shouye formed the classic Spoon Brothers combo, then the current pairing of Wang Defa and Li Yong formed the even more classic Chopstick Brothers combo.
They covered the full spectrum of heights and weights. Li Yong was the tall and thin one, while Wang Defa was the short and chubby one. Two miserable brothers, thinking of the past...
Ultimately, the two brothers decided against taking the bike. Wang Defa figured he could just go over and ride it a couple of times when he was free. He was not stupid; he would not accept such a massive gift. At most, he would just borrow it. If he could, great; if not, he would not force it.
The chubby guy's brain was still functioning normally. Even though his thought process was a bit unorthodox and his brain seemed slightly controlled by nicotine, he still had a basic bottom line.
After all, if his parents found out he was out swindling and hoarding wealth again, they would probably break his legs. Oh, wait, one was already broken. They would probably break his other good leg.
The two brothers squatted by the flowerbed outside the school, which was the exact spot where Wang Defa had previously copied homework and then knocked himself out with a brick.
Click!
Comfortably lighting up a cigarette and looking at the beloved bike in the distance, it was incredibly enjoyable!
"Little Brother Yong, how did you end up like this?" Wang Defa did not forget to offer his brother a smoke after lighting his own. However, he was very particular about the details, swapping the premium Lotus brand in his hand for a cheap ten-yuan pack of Golden Leaf.
A man should not mistreat himself. Save where you should, spend where you must. His brother would not miss a good puff, but he would.
Li Yong did not think much of it. He took it and clamped it in his mouth. Wang Defa even cooperatively lit it for him.
He took a drag.
"Sigh, it is a long story. It was a calm and peaceful... Cough, cough, cough cough..."
Halfway through his sentence, the burning tobacco shreds entered his mouth, bringing a fiery sensation that nearly choked Li Yong to death.
What kind of cigarette was this!
The kick was so strong!
Li Yong's face was full of horror. "Brother Fa, what brand of cigarette is this? The kick is so strong!"
Wang Defa blinked his small, beady eyes. "Golden Leaf, of course the kick is strong."
Li Yong: "..."
"Brother Fa, is it just my imagination, or does your cigarette smell different from mine?" Li Yong sniffed, confusion in his eyes.
Wang Defa remained as steady as an old dog, taking a deep drag. "Little Brother Yong, it is your imagination. Do you think your Brother Fa can afford any good cigarettes? It is not like you do not know my situation. I am practically at the point of swiping cheap smokes from old men's pockets at banquets, sigh..."
It was full of the helplessness of an adult.
Hearing this made Li Yong's heart ache. He felt a bit guilty. Yeah, he was such a jerk. Did he not know what his Brother Fa's situation was like?
To actually suspect his Brother Fa like that, he really was scum!
"Brother Fa, I overthought it. I will punish myself with another puff. Cough, cough, cough... good smoke!" Li Yong's tears were almost choked out of him, yet he kept puffing away. He was quite a character.
Getting back to the main topic, Li Yong continued what he had not finished.
"It was a calm and peaceful morning. I was rinsing my mouth on the balcony, and some idiot upstairs started howling early in the morning..."
"I got furious right then and there. I rushed up with a stool and started swinging. I fought several people all by myself..."
"But two fists are no match for four hands. I narrowly lost in the end, and that is how I ended up in this state."
Li Yong shook his head and sighed, seemingly recalling something, looking as if he had not had enough. Wang Defa was dumbfounded listening to him.
He gasped.
"Little Brother Yong, I could not tell, you are actually that fierce?"
"To tell you the truth, your Brother Fa is in a similar situation. See the bandages on my head?"
"That afternoon, I was walking home alone, when suddenly..."
The two brothers bragged to each other without drafting a script. One had been beaten up by the dorm auntie, and it was a case of one auntie beating up a whole group. In the end, his wheelchair fell apart, compounding the damage. What he meant by two fists are no match for four hands was that the fists of their entire group could not beat a two-handed old lady. Wait, four-handed!
Her movements were too fast; he had fainted before he could even see clearly.
Wang Defa's story was even more ruthless. To make up his homework, he smashed his own head with a brick, and then accidentally tripped on the way home, breaking his leg. He had to get a cast and use crutches, which led to his current state.
Saying that afternoon was a lie. There was no one behind him at all; he just tripped over a rock on the road and broke his leg.
No wonder these two could hang out together.
A small amount of actual conversation was found amidst a massive amount of bragging.
"By the way, Little Brother Yong, why did you come to school in this condition? A few days apart, and I must look at you with new eyes," Wang Defa said, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he threw out a sophisticated idiom.
Li Yong shook his head. "I did not want to either. My sister is hospitalized, and my dad cried his eyes out and did not sleep all night. When I said I was not coming, my mom gave me two big slaps and said she did not have a son like me. Sigh..."
Wang Defa's eyes turned sympathetic. It seemed his brother's life was not much better than his own.
"Tell you what, since I am heading that way anyway, I will go with you to see your sister. By the way, does your sister smoke?"
"Uh... she probably does not smoke, right?"
"That is good. I do not even have enough for myself. If she smokes, I would have to share, and that would be too much of a loss..."
"Brother Fa, are you serious?"
"Huh? Do I not look serious? With my handsome face, do I look like I am joking?"
"..."
The two brothers in distress, sharing one good leg between them, slowly shuffled toward the hospital, continuing to brag to each other along the way.
But neither brother seemed to notice that a common figure had appeared in their conversations... Ye Cheng.
Miraculously, their identities matched: brother-in-law and... brother-in-law.
Not long after the two unlucky brothers left, another car stopped at the school entrance. Click. The back door opened, revealing a pair of long, pale legs clad in shorts, sneakers, and a stylish sports top.
It was the energetic and anxious Tang Yuyao, along with... a half-asleep, half-dead Tang's Mother, who looked like she was about to give up the ghost.
"Hurry up, Mom. Look what time it is and you're still sleeping. Aren't you worried about... Mengmeng?"
Tang Yuyao paused, obviously forcing an awkward pivot at the end of her sentence.
Tang's Mother: "..."
Tang's Mother was groggy, putting on the pitiful look of a helpless little old lady. "Daughter, it's so early in the morning. We're up earlier than the roosters. Mom hasn't had enough sleep yet, sigh..."
"At your age, why do you need so much sleep? You can sleep all you want after you pass away. Let's go, let's go!" Tang Yuyao looked stern as she dragged her mother out of the car and headed straight into the hospital.
Tang's Mother: "..."
Is she really my biological daughter?
A mother's life matters too! I protest, I want to protest...
Poor Tang's Mother, in her seventies—the prime time for growing and sleeping in—was forcefully dragged over by her pure-hearted eldest daughter. The reason was simple: if her mother didn't come, how would she find an excuse to go see the person she actually wanted to see?
Was it really Mengmeng, or was it Chengcheng?
Meanwhile, a thousand meters away at the Tang residence.
Old Master Tang, who was curled up sleeping in the corner, rolled over. He furrowed his brows, a figurative question mark popping up over his head. Why... why did it feel like something was missing today?
Why was there no sense of oppression?
Having such a luxury of space for the first time, he wasn't quite used to it.
If the sleeping area on the bed were specifically divided, Old Master Tang would get one share, and the remaining nine shares all belonged to Tang's Mother... Give me ninety-five out of a hundred, don't spend the remaining five, four-eighty for next week, and don't touch the last twenty cents, it might be useful next month.
Absolute bandit!!!
The mother and daughter were cut from the same cloth. They both had terrible sleeping habits, sprawling out in all directions. So, didn't poor Old Master Tang have no choice but to sleep in the corner?
Today, he rolled over and found... it was a lot more spacious?
No, it was a lot more!
Old Master Tang sat up, looking at the empty room, and fell into silence.
"Where is she?"
Where is my wife???
...
Hospital, ward.
In his sleep, Ye Cheng jolted awake without warning. Killing intent detected!
Something's wrong!
What time is it now?
Ye Cheng sat up, climbed out of bed, and took a look out the window...
"Holy shit!!!" Ye Cheng's eyes widened, his heart rate instantly spiking to over two hundred. Thump, thump, thump... Ye Cheng, King of Pokémon Ye Cheng, you are under arrest.
Down below the hospital, cars were parked densely together, and a massive horde of people was rushing up towards him!
Fuck!!!

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.”

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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."