A bewitching voice drifted into Yi Feng’s ears, leaving him utterly stunned.
What the hell is going on?
Just moments ago, this woman looked like she was ready to kill someone, but after those two guys left, she pulled this stunt?
Those bare, smooth legs caught him completely off guard.
Though he wouldn’t lose his mind over it, there’s an old saying, isn’t there?
Even the mightiest hero can’t resist the charms of a beauty.
After all, he was a red-blooded man—how could anyone endure this?
As Yi Feng was silently cursing in his mind, Mei Xian'er watched his dazed expression and curled her lips into a faint smirk.
She loved seeing men reduced to this helpless state in front of her.
Especially a man like Yi Feng—interesting yet hard to conquer—it only fueled her desire to tame him.
Of course.
What amused her even more was how he clearly wanted her but didn’t dare make a move. That was the most entertaining part.
“Do you want to?” she asked lazily.
Without waiting for his answer, she continued, “But I know you don’t dare.”
“Not that I blame you. After all, everyone knows I’m the captain of Line Eight, a prominent figure of the Linglong Pavilion. Countless experts across the Heavenly Domain crave me.”
“If you actually dared, word of today would spread, and you’d be hunted down within three days.”
“Hehe…”
Covering her mouth, she giggled, convinced she had Yi Feng by the throat, toying with him to avenge his earlier indifference.
This was the best way to crush a man’s pride.
Little fool, you’re no match for me.
However.
What she didn’t expect was a hand suddenly gripping her delicate ankle, yanking her off the table, while another arm wrapped around her slender waist.
“Hehe…”
Seeing Yi Feng seemingly on the verge of losing control, Mei Xian'er’s laughter grew even more delighted.
Holding a grudge, she taunted him further, “Don’t just talk the talk—come on, show me what you’ve got!”
She pressed herself against him, fingers teasing the fabric of his robes at his chest.
She was certain he was entranced but too intimidated by her status to act.
But reality.
Was nothing like she imagined.
“Rip—”
The sound of tearing fabric echoed as a cold breeze swept over Mei Xian'er. Before she knew it, Yi Feng had tossed her onto the nearby bed and pinned her down beneath him.
“Y-you… how dare you?!”
His sudden aggression shattered her illusion of control. She never expected Yi Feng to actually go through with it.
“Why wouldn’t I dare? Weren’t you the one who said it?” Yi Feng retorted irritably.
“But…”
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm and regain control. With a practiced smile, she reminded him, “I did say that, but you should think carefully. The consequences will be severe.”
“If I spread word of this, your troubles will be endless. Three days of survival would be optimistic—you might not even last one.”
“Is that so?”
Yi Feng paused, his hands stilling as he asked.
“Of course. Do you think I’d lie?”
Mei Xian'er smirked, confident she had regained the upper hand. She rolled onto her side, facing him with a provocative grin. “If you’ve got the guts, then go ahead.”
“Words alone prove nothing. Evidence is what matters.”
With a wave of his hand, Yi Feng placed a jade slip recording the scene beside them.
“When you spread the news, make sure to include this. And don’t even give me an hour to live.”
Another rip followed.
A cold gust swept over her as Mei Xian'er’s eyes widened in shock.
He recorded it?!
Glancing at the jade slip, she finally realized she had never been in control—instead, Yi Feng had been toying with her all along.
She knew she couldn’t let this continue.
Otherwise, this brat might really…
Her figure flickered like a ghost as she slipped away, reappearing nearby with fresh robes draped over her, as if nothing had happened. She chuckled lightly. “Young Master Yi, I was just teasing you earlier. I hope you won’t take it to heart.”
Before she could finish, a force slammed into her.
Thud!
An over-the-shoulder throw sent her crashing onto the deck.
“Damn it, you got me all worked up just to say it was a joke? What kind of crap is this, you tease? Pah!”
Fuming, Yi Feng stormed off, leaving Mei Xian'er sprawled on the deck, utterly bewildered.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
