That night.
The fire at the Moon City Auction House burned for three days and three nights.
Everyone in Moon City saw it; the flames were a crimson-gold, burning endlessly.
"What's the deal with this fire?"
"The day before yesterday, Wang Erpeng secretly tried to put it out with his pee, and then..."
"And then?"
"The one you slept with at the Rouge Pavilion yesterday, that was Sister Yueyue."
"Hiss—"
The onlookers gasped, tightly squeezing their legs together, and silently shuffled a few steps back, getting as far away from the fire as possible.
"Could that be an Exotic Flame?"
"An Exotic Flame?"
"Yeah, only an Exotic Flame would be so miraculous. Didn't you see that water can't extinguish it, it produces no smoke when burning things, and it keeps burning even when there's nothing left to burn?"
"It seems the people from the auction house must have offended someone they shouldn't have, to end up like this."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Everyone shook their heads and sighed.
The auction house was already a formidable power in their eyes. For an existence capable of making such a power silently disappear, what kind of supreme expert must they be?
However, none of this had anything to do with Ye Shu.
At this moment, he was lying groggily in a basement, holding Ye Xiaosu in his arms, sleeping incredibly soundly.
"Mmm..."
Ye Xiaosu slowly opened her eyes. The soreness between her legs made her frown, but looking at the face she had yearned for day and night, a spontaneous sense of happiness welled up in her heart.
"Daddy... mmp!"
She called out subconsciously, then immediately realized her mistake. She quickly covered her mouth, her pretty face blushing furiously.
It was all the Young Master's fault, he was so bad!
He wouldn't let her off even when she begged for mercy, insisting she call him such a shameful title. If she didn't, he wouldn't let her... wouldn't let her reach...
Ah! The Young Master was too wicked!
Thinking of last night's madness, Ye Xiaosu wanted to find a hole to hide in. It was truly too embarrassing.
Using both hands to support herself on the ground...
Where did the Master learn such shameful things? How did he know how to do everything?
After three days, even though Ye Xiaosu had just reached the Foundation Establishment realm and had a good constitution, she was thoroughly exhausted. Her back ached, her entire body felt soft, and she didn't even want to move a muscle.
However... looking at Ye Shu's sleeping face.
Ye Xiaosu's eyes were filled with sweetness. She couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke his cheek. Her gaze fell on his lips, and her face turned red again.
Should she... should she sneak a little kiss?
"Since things are already like this, a kiss shouldn't matter, right?" Ye Xiaosu glanced at her own completely bare body, pressed tightly against Ye Shu.
They had already engaged in negative-distance contact, so what was a kiss?
Blushing, she slowly leaned in.
"Mmm..."
With just a light kiss, Ye Xiaosu felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey. Her large eyes curved into two crescents, her face full of happiness.
Right at that moment, Ye Shu's eyelashes suddenly fluttered.
Startled, Ye Xiaosu quickly ducked back under the covers, closed her eyes, and pretended to still be asleep.
Even though they had done everything.
But!
But she still subconsciously hid herself.
When facing certain things, people always subconsciously hide, entering a passive stance, handing the initiative over to the other party, and giving up on thinking.
At that time, Ye Xiaosu didn't realize it.
This was actually a manifestation of insecurity.
Ye Shu slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the girl curled up under the blanket like a little kitten, he couldn't help but smile faintly.
Who said yanderes were bad?
This yandere was fantastic!
So obedient, pure, lustful, and cute!
She just needed a little bit of guidance, a little bit of love, and most importantly, as long as he was stronger than her, there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
"The early bird catches the worm."
Ye Shu muttered softly with a double meaning.
Sensing something, Ye Xiaosu's pretty face instantly turned red, and she couldn't help but spit in her heart.
"Bad Young Master, wanting it again right after waking up..."
However, just as Ye Shu was preparing to do some morning exercise.
An extremely resentful female voice suddenly echoed faintly in his mind, carrying an indescribable tone.
"Shu'er... is it very comfortable?"
This voice?!
Ye Shu instantly stiffened all over, replying somewhat awkwardly, "M-Master, good morning?"
Inside the ring space, Danxia had a resentful look on her face.
"Look at this, my good disciple is so dismissive upon waking up. Without even a word of greeting, he wants to engage in those acts of intimacy again. As your Master, I've long known that once my disciple got a young and beautiful new flame, how could he still remember an old, fading woman like me?"
"If my disciple feels that Master has interrupted your mood, you only need to say the word, and Master will leave."
"It's not that you..."
Ye Shu's mouth twitched.
What was with this sour tone? How did his grand Master turn into Lin Daiyu?
Danxia was very angry, very resentful, and very uncomfortable.
She had gone through so much trouble to help Shu'er escape his predicament, but this guy not only escaped his predicament, he also escaped his pants!
Didn't that mean she helped him for nothing?
This damn heartless man!
Three days, three whole days. She had watched until her tears ran dry and her fingers went numb.
Who could understand her feelings?
"Is Master jealous?" Ye Shu blinked his eyes before slowly speaking.
"Hmph! I'm not jealous."
Danxia crossed her arms and coldly snorted. "What right do I have to be jealous of my disciple? I'm just a fading remnant soul. I can only look but cannot touch. How could I compare to that little girl's tender and lovable youth and beauty?"
"What right do I have to be jealous?"
"How would I dare be jealous of our great Young Master Ye, Big Brother Ye? If Big Brother wants to continue, then just continue. Little Sister won't disturb your mood. It's just a pity about my insignificant soul power. I finally managed to recover a little, only for it to be used up helping Big Brother take off his pants."
"True, I can't blame Big Brother."
"I can only blame myself for being so deeply devoted to Big Brother, which is why I'm treated so heartlessly by him."
"I understand, I understand everything."
"I'll just leave. From now on, Little Sister won't be an eyesore to Big Brother."
Hearing her finish, Ye Shu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He wanted to cry because having such a drama queen Master in his head meant his future days would be tough to get through.
At the very least, whatever he wanted to do today was completely ruined.
He wanted to laugh because his Master's jealous appearance was simply too cute.
If he could, he even wanted to dive into the ring to see exactly what kind of expression Danxia was wearing right now.
Though he thought that, Ye Shu immediately expressed his loyalty. "Master must be joking. Shu'er has always liked Master the most. How could I not want Master?"
"Disciple and Master have the best relationship in the world!"
He looked at the ring with a face full of sincerity.
"Hmph! Smooth talker, you sure know how to make people happy. Who knows how many ignorant young girls' hearts you're going to deceive with that mouth." Danxia's tone still carried a bit of a pout, but it had noticeably softened.
"Disciple speaks not a single word of falsehood."
Ye Shu was very serious.
"Hmph, hmph... who needs your affection..." Danxia softly grumbled a couple of times, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve up slightly. "We are Master and disciple, you're not allowed to have inappropriate thoughts about me."
After saying that, she spoke no more and fell silent.
Watching for three whole days was mentally exhausting.
It was time to rest for a while.
Meanwhile, Ye Shu had barely breathed a sigh of relief when he looked down, only to find Ye Xiaosu looking up at him. Blinking her large, watery eyes, she gazed at him timidly.
"Y... Young Master, what is our relationship now?"

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.”

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?!

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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?"