After this incident, Gu Duyun finally understood his place, as did Feng Wuzong beside him.
They were nothing.
Just random extras brought in to make up the numbers.
As for Yi Feng, it wasn’t anything he did that made Fairy Mei treat him differently—it was Yi Feng himself who had piqued her interest.
After this minor episode,
the four of them finally sat down to play mahjong.
Strangely enough, these cultivators, usually so formidable in their training, were utterly terrible at mahjong—including the so-called captain of the Eighth Line.
The game quickly became Yi Feng’s solo performance.
It wasn’t that these cultivators were stupid; it was just that mahjong was merely a pastime for most of them. Winning or losing a few Celestial Crystals meant nothing, so they played casually, never bothering to study the game deeply.
Unlike Yi Feng, who was only in it for the money…
But what Yi Feng didn’t expect was that his mahjong skills had completely astonished the woman.
Especially his technique of rubbing the tiles with his thumb to identify them without even looking—this left her utterly awestruck.
"The mahjong tiles are made of special materials, so cheating is impossible."
"And this skill of his… I’ve only seen it once before, during the annual gathering of the Linglong Pavilion, on the Grand Steward."
"The Grand Steward loves playing cards but often complains about how terrible his opponents are. If I brought this guy to him, the Grand Steward would probably be delighted."
As she thought this, her curiosity about Yi Feng grew even stronger.
Now, whether Yi Feng was cheating or not no longer mattered to her.
"Might I ask where Young Master Yi hails from?"
Her mind was no longer on the game. Instead, she assumed a seductive pose, her eyes shimmering with allure as she gazed at Yi Feng.
"Sorry, that’s confidential."
Yi Feng, fully absorbed in the game, bluntly refused to answer. After all, as someone from the Nine Realms, revealing his origins might invite unnecessary trouble.
The woman chuckled.
Yi Feng’s attitude only fueled her desire to conquer him.
The mahjong game continued.
But at some point, a soft, delicate foot slid over, gently lifting the hem of Yi Feng’s robe. The smooth sole teasingly brushed against his ankle.
Yet Yi Feng remained unmoved.
The woman’s expression betrayed nothing, but under the table, her foot slowly trailed upward, gliding along his calf…
Yi Feng declared a "Kong!"
Finally, Yi Feng turned his gaze to the woman.
Meeting his eyes, she curved her red lips into a smile. The air grew thick with an ambiguous tension as her enchanting eyes sparkled at him, waiting for him to speak.
Yi Feng studied her seriously before finally snapping:
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Can you stop stretching your leg so far?"
"You’ve been kicking me nonstop—you even made me call a Kong!"
Yi Feng’s words made Feng Wuzong and Gu Duyun choke on their breath, staring at him in disbelief.
Damn.
This guy had some nerve.
Fairy Mei was also stunned, a flush of anger rising to her delicate face.
This brat.
Truly ungrateful.
But Yi Feng remained fearless.
So what if she was the captain? She was already a dead woman walking. What was there to fear?
Go ahead, kill me. I’d thank your whole family.
"Let’s end today’s entertainment here."
Her demeanor shifted instantly as she stood, her voice icy.
"Thank you for your hospitality today, Fairy Mei. We’ll take our leave."
Seeing the situation turn sour, Gu Duyun and Feng Wuzong broke into a cold sweat. Forget lingering with their goddess—they hastily bowed and scrambled out.
Yi Feng, slower to react, cursed his earlier impulsiveness and hurriedly gathered his things to leave.
He just hoped this woman wouldn’t make things difficult if she couldn’t even kill him properly.
But then—a wave of fragrant scent enveloped him.
The woman pivoted gracefully and settled onto Yi Feng’s lap, her slender, jade-like arms coiling around his neck.
"Young Master Yi, is Mei'er truly so unworthy of your attention?"
She clung to him, her delicate body pressing closer.
Soon, her head loomed over his, casting an oppressive shadow that nearly suffocated him.
"Young Master’s aura is extraordinary, and your temperament is unlike any other. It truly stirs Mei'er’s heart."
Her voice was soft as silk as she shifted, seating herself on the table instead.
A breeze drifted through the window, causing her light gauze robe to slip from her shoulders, revealing flawless skin and elegant collarbones.
With a flick of her wrist,
the door locked itself, and countless silk ribbons cascaded from the ceiling, encircling the two in a cocoon of intimacy.
The air was thick with fragrance.
An ambiguous atmosphere saturated the space.
"If Young Master is willing… Mei'er is yours tonight."
While Yi Feng sat frozen, Mei Xian'er extended her delicate foot, tilting his chin upward with her toes.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
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?!
