In Jiangbei City, in an ordinary residential building of a common neighborhood.
The range hood hummed steadily.
The clanging sound of a spatula filled the air, stirring up the aroma of cooking.
A woman with delicate features, wearing an apron and with a slightly rounded belly, was cooking in the kitchen. She occasionally tasted the food with a spoon for seasoning, then sprinkled a bit of fine salt into the pot, and then a bit more.
Click!
The electronic door lock made a slight sound and slowly opened.
"Rui Rui, I'm home."
Zhang Fan walked in from outside, carrying several bags large and small.
"You're back. Change your slippers first. Dinner is almost ready. I made braised pork today."
Hearing the commotion outside, Xue Ruirui said with a smile, carefully turning the stove down to a low flame.
Zhang Fan changed into his slippers, walked in, and put the groceries he bought into the refrigerator.
Entering the kitchen, he put on a stern face and frowned, "Didn't I tell you? You shouldn't cook now that you're pregnant. You can't handle the cooking fumes."
"It's fine. A little activity is good for the body."
Xue Ruirui couldn't help but reach down and touch her already protruding belly.
They had settled down in Jiangbei for over half a year now. The baby in her belly was already five months old—a boy.
"I'm a doctor. You should listen to me. I'll prepare a new prenatal tonic for you later."
Zhang Fan rolled up his sleeves and took over the task from Xue Ruirui.
Xue Ruirui watched Zhang Fan's back as he focused on cooking, a slight smile curling at the corner of her mouth, her expression somewhat dazed.
Even she hadn't expected that guy to transform into this frugal, homemaking, warm-hearted man.
Rummaging through the bags, Xue Ruirui frowned, "A Fan, why did you buy so much formula?"
"These are all on-sale imported formulas. The ingredients are more reliable, so I bought a bit extra."
Zhang Fan carefully placed the clay pot on the table and untied his apron.
"And you call yourself a doctor? Breast milk is actually better than anything."
As Xue Ruirui spoke, she suddenly stopped.
She instinctively looked down at her still-flat chest, unchanged even after pregnancy.
Suddenly, she understood the reason behind Zhang Fan buying so much formula.
Zhang Fan cleared his throat lightly, "Well, I don't mind."
"Mind what!"
Xue Ruirui shot him a reproachful look, saying, "Do you even know? Those international supermodels all have this kind of figure!"
"Hmm, I completely agree with that point."
"You're lying. Men clearly all like big breasts. That's definitely not what you're really thinking!"
"I'm not—"
Looking at Xue Ruirui's puffed-up, angry face, a slight smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth. He took the pot of warmed medicinal soup off the stove. "Drink the medicine first, then you can be angry."
"I won't drink it. It's too bitter."
Smelling the strong herbal odor, Xue Ruirui pinched her nose and frowned.
Zhang Fan said seriously, "It can enhance your bust."
"Pour me a bowl!"
In the kitchen, Zhang Fan was washing dishes.
Xue Ruirui was watching a drama. A small kitten gently rubbed against her ankles.
Sunlight filtered softly into the room.
Everything seemed exceptionally cozy and warm.
"A Fan."
Xue Ruirui called out.
Zhang Fan wiped his hands and walked in. "What's wrong?"
"Our wedding..."
Xue Ruirui mustered her courage, but as soon as she started, she couldn't continue.
Zhang Fan spoke slowly, "We'll just follow the plan we made. But... I don't have any family on my side."
"It's, it's okay."
Seeing Zhang Fan's downcast expression, Xue Ruirui quickly added, "I, I was thinking of inviting Yuan Yuan. It's been a year since us sisters last met. Oh, she's a big star now, really amazing. She works with major directors. A few days ago, she finished filming a TV series where she played the second female lead..."
Zhang Fan didn't say much, quietly listening to Xue Ruirui talk.
After a long while, Xue Ruirui lowered her head, her eyes dim. "A Fan, let's just live a good life from now on, okay?"
She knew what her man had been involved in. She didn't want to be entangled in the world of martial artists anymore.
She preferred to live a secluded, anonymous, ordinary life in a quiet corner.
Zhang Fan nodded gently. "I've already disbanded the Poison Sect. In a while, I plan to open a clinic."
Hearing this news, delight flashed across Xue Ruirui's face. She stepped forward excitedly, hugged Zhang Fan, and gave him a hard kiss on the cheek. "Zhang Fan, I love you!"
Zhang Fan looked at Xue Ruirui, reached out, and gently stroked her belly, his eyes soft. "I also want to accumulate some virtue for our child..."
Unfortunately, he had committed too many evils.
Yunzhou, in a dark, damp alley.
A beer can was hurled out, crashing against the wall with a clang before falling to the ground, spilling golden liquid everywhere.
"Damn it, that bastard Zhang Fan! If I ever catch him, I'll tear him to pieces!"
A thin, sinister-looking man with a scar on his face said furiously, slamming a knife into the ground.
The handle of the knife quivered slightly.
In the alley, seven or eight martial artists, looking disheveled and dusty, also wore expressions of resentment.
They were all desperate outlaws.
They made a living through unclean means, constantly evading the law enforcement bureau.
Later, it was Zhang Fan who sought them out, formed the Poison Sect, and gave them a place to survive.
What they never expected was that just a while ago, Zhang Fan, the one who personally formed the Poison Sect, had abandoned them, quitting just like that, without a second thought!
Without Zhang Fan, the Poison Sect lost its brains.
Living off dwindling resources, they decided to take a desperate risk.
However, due to the disorganized nature of their operation, within a few days, law enforcement had raided their hideout!
Now, the once sizable Poison Sect was finished—some arrested, some on the run, completely disbanded!
"Brother Ma, I told you, we shouldn't have touched the powder. The boss never allowed us to touch it before; the law enforcement bureau watches that stuff too closely."
A martial artist said plaintively.
If they hadn't dealt with that stuff, they wouldn't have been hunted down like rats.
"Damn it, still calling him 'boss'! If that beast Zhang Fan hadn't run off, would we have had to risk our lives selling powder!"
The thin man's eyes grew even fiercer. He punched the wall. "Thinking of walking away so easily? Zhang Fan, I won't let you off!"
They had finally gotten a taste of the good life. Going back to those rootless, wandering days was worse than killing them.
"So that guy really is still alive. Tsk tsk, no wonder."
A man hidden in the corner, toying with a crimson dagger in his hand, said leisurely.
"Ah Lang, has your brain been screwed by a donkey? What the hell are you babbling about?"
The thin man glanced at the martial artist addressed as Ah Lang.
Ah Lang slowly walked forward and reached up to wipe his face.
A ferocious ghost mask came off, revealing an extraordinarily handsome face.
"You... who are you? Where's Ah Lang?!"
The group was stunned. Coming to their senses, they quickly surrounded the young man.
"My name is Night Emperor!"
An Yi grinned, revealing a smile, a glint of light appearing in his eyes.
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
