"Hmph!
Barging in and knocking on my door out of nowhere—clearly a scam.
As if I’d fall for something so obvious."
Yi Feng, with a touch of pride, returned to his room and sat back down.
Time to count his money.
Meanwhile, Mei Xian'er stood frozen outside, taking a long moment to process what had just happened.
Her delicate fists clenched, her expression twisting into one of barely contained fury.
"You little brat, you’ve got some nerve!"
"I refuse to believe I can’t handle you," she muttered through gritted teeth before knocking again.
"Sir, though we’ve never met, I find myself in desperate straits and must trouble you for help."
"My name is Ye Qing'er of Thousand Leaves Island. I’ve been poisoned, and if you could spare your aid, my island would repay you tenfold—any condition you name, we shall fulfill."
Mei Xian'er’s voice, urgent yet laced with a seductive undertone, wormed its way into Yi Feng’s ears.
It unsettled him so much that he kept miscounting his coins.
"Could she actually be in trouble?"
Yi Feng pinched his nose, lost in thought.
If that were the case, turning her away and letting her die would be downright heartless.
As someone raised with the noble traditions of his homeland, leaving others to perish wasn’t in his nature.
Maybe he should hear her out.
With that in mind, Yi Feng stashed his money away and went to open the door.
The moment the door creaked open, Mei Xian'er’s eyes flickered with a fleeting triumph.
"What’s going on with you?"
Yi Feng blocked the doorway, arms crossed, refusing her entry.
"Sir, it’s like this—while training near the Teleportation Island, I was poisoned by an unknown assailant."
"The toxin is flaring up now, and I have no choice but to seek someone to help purge it. I truly have no other option."
Mei Xian'er spun her tale with practiced ease.
Her brows furrowed, eyes glistening with unshed tears, her delicate frame trembling ever so slightly—a picture of vulnerability designed to tug at the heartstrings.
"That’s rough, but I don’t know the first thing about detoxing!" Yi Feng frowned.
"If I’ve come to you, then you must be the one who can save me," Mei Xian'er insisted, her voice trembling.
"Me? How?"
Yi Feng was baffled. "Since when do I have that skill?"
"Then what poison is it, exactly?" he pressed.
At this, the alluring woman before him lowered her head, cheeks flushing crimson, her words stumbling into silence.
"It’s… a love gu."
"A vicious toxin that forces me to find a man and… dual cultivate with him within a set time to expel it."
"You, sir, are not only a man but also exceptional in bearing and appearance—exactly the kind of partner I’ve always dreamed of. So… so…"
Mei Xian'er feigned shyness, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"I beg you to dual cultivate with me and cleanse this poison."
"If afterward, you find me agreeable, I would gladly become yours."
"But if I’m not to your liking, I won’t demand responsibility. Still, I’d repay your kindness with riches or treasures—anything you desire, I’ll provide."
Her pleading gaze locked onto Yi Feng, wide and pitiful like a wronged kitten.
Her body swayed weakly, subtly leaning closer.
Inwardly, however, she was smug.
There was no way he could resist this.
Sure enough, her body inched closer until it brushed against his.
A smirk tugged at her lips.
But just as victory seemed assured—
"Get lost!"
A sharp shout cut through the air, followed by a kick square to her chest.
Caught off guard, Mei Xian'er went flying backward.
THUD!
The door slammed shut behind her.
Inside, Yi Feng grumbled under his breath.
At first, he’d actually believed her sob story. But the more she spoke, the more absurd it became.
Beautiful, wealthy, offering herself and payment?
No strings attached?
This was no different from those "wealthy heiress seeks heir" scams plastered on telephone poles in his past life.
He’d never forget his naive teenage self, dialing that number only to lose his entire month’s allowance.
As a modern man well-versed in anti-fraud tactics, there was no way he’d fall for such a cheap trick.
Absolutely no way.
Still, he hadn’t gone overboard. Without actual losses, a scammer didn’t deserve death.
A solid kick as a lesson was punishment enough.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
【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.)
