“That’s how it happened.” In the school infirmary, An Shiyu stood beside Ye Shuang, looking at Bai Yuyou lying on the bed.
Ye Shuang remained silent, his face expressionless, but An Shiyu could keenly sense the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.
“Where are those bastards now?” Ye Shuang’s voice was hoarse.
“I beat them up, but they probably ran off by now,” An Shiyu said.
Ye Shuang pulled out a piece of gum and chewed it aggressively, trying to steady his emotions. Suddenly, he asked, “Can we get them arrested? They’re adults now.”
“Hmm.” An Shiyu thought for a moment. “Probably not.”
“Why?”
An Shiyu tilted her chin slightly, gesturing toward Bai Yuyou. “She fought back, and I ended up beating them up too. If we’re talking about injuries… theirs might actually be worse. Plus, it’s hard to prove.”
“You know how it is—self-defense is a gray area. And there’s no surveillance in the restroom.”
Ye Shuang: “…”
Theirs were worse?
An Shiyu added with a deadpan expression, “They were too weak. Can’t blame me.”
Ye Shuang sat by the bed and gently brushed Bai Yuyou’s bangs aside. The wound on her forehead had already been treated—it wasn’t serious, and the monitor showed her vitals were stable.
“Why does Yinshan Academy have so many monsters?” Ye Shuang sighed.
An Shiyu gave him a strange look. “What’s so surprising? Scumbags exist everywhere in this world, even in the most prestigious schools.”
Ye Shuang had no rebuttal.
Gradually, his emotions settled. He turned to An Shiyu and said, “Thanks. I owe you one.”
An Shiyu immediately made a disgusted face. “Ugh, so cringey. Later, old man.”
“Yeah.”
But before leaving, she paused and glanced back. “By the way, I can probably get those students expelled. Four years at Yinshan Academy—wasted.”
“Consider it the school’s way of making amends.”
Ye Shuang nodded. “Thanks.”
Without another word, An Shiyu turned and left.
A short while later, the principal arrived at the infirmary. The incident with Wu Ya hadn’t even cooled off, and now this? The principal was furious, unsure how to console Ye Shuang as the guardian.
But Ye Shuang didn’t blame her—she wasn’t at fault.
After promising a satisfactory resolution, the principal left, weighed down by guilt. Yinshan Academy had four principals, each overseeing different aspects of the school. With back-to-back incidents like this, she was afraid the board would summon her for a talk.
Looks like a school-wide meeting is in order.
“Ye Shuang…” Bai Yuyou’s soft voice called out as she opened her eyes.
Ye Shuang gently held her cold hand and reassured her, “Does it still hurt? Rest a little longer.”
“It did at first.” She paused. “But with you here… it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“…”
“Ye Shuang, I messed up,” she said. “I wasn’t careful… I went to the restroom in the office building.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong. How could you?” Ye Shuang pinched her cheek lightly. “The world’s just been too cruel to you. It’s never given you any luck.”
Bai Yuyou shook her head.
“No.”
“Ye Shuang… is my luck.”
Her tender words tugged at his heartstrings, leaving Ye Shuang speechless. He simply told her to rest while Tang Keke rushed in, frantic.
After fetching the badminton racket, Tang Keke had wondered why Bai Yuyou hadn’t returned. When she heard what happened, she bolted to the infirmary.
“Brother, if only I had gone with her…” Tang Keke’s eyes welled up with tears. A natural crybaby, she burst into loud sobs, prompting Bai Yuyou to comfort her from the bed.
While Tang Keke fussed over Bai Yuyou, Ye Shuang stepped out with his phone.
Leaning against the railing, he hesitated before finally dialing a number.
Soon, a playful voice answered, “Ohhh, Shuang-shuang! What’s up? Miss me?”
“Fugui, I’m not doing great,” Ye Shuang admitted with a sigh.
The line went quiet for a few seconds before turning serious. “What’s wrong? Trouble?”
“Not me. The kid ran into some trouble.” Ye Shuang recounted the afternoon’s events.
“I see…”
“I know it sounds childish, and maybe it’s not my place to say this…” Ye Shuang gave a bitter laugh. “But I can’t swallow this. She doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment.”
“The world should be kinder to good people.”
“Alright, alright, I get it, you big softie.” The voice on the other end turned icy. “They like throwing their weight around? I’ll show them what real power looks like.”
“Give me two days. Consider it done.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. But when are you bringing the kid over? She’s so sweet—I like her.”
“In a few days. I’ll treat you to dinner. Chen Hai too.”
“Uh… Chen the Fatty’s fine, but maybe not his wife? Last time, she almost flipped the table because he glanced at another woman’s legs.”
“Should be fine.”
After hanging up, Ye Shuang steadied himself and returned to the infirmary.
“Ye Shuang… let’s go home,” Bai Yuyou murmured, her gaze fixed on him.
Tang Keke suggested, “Brother, maybe we should take her to the hospital first?”
“It’s almost closing time.” Ye Shuang had already checked Bai Yuyou—with the help of the system, he confirmed it was just a minor scalp wound and a slight concussion.
Still, seeing her covered in blood earlier had shaken him badly.
After letting Bai Yuyou rest a little longer, Ye Shuang drove her home. Tang Keke, meanwhile, was sent back first.
Back at home, Bai Yuyou, her head bandaged, watched as Ye Shuang busied himself around the house, granting every request without hesitation.
After a moment of thought, she suddenly spoke up.
“Ye Shuang.”
“Hmm?”
“Can we sleep together tonight?”
“Of course,” Ye Shuang replied, puzzled by the question.
Bai Yuyou’s obsidian-like eyes studied him. Then, she stretched out her hand.
“Ye Shuang… can we take a bath together too?”
Ye Shuang: “…”
“…Alright.” Faced with her pleading gaze, he found himself unable to refuse.
Hearing his agreement, Bai Yuyou felt the pain in her head fade away.
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.”
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
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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
