"Where is Young Master Yi from?"
"What are your thoughts on the impending demon invasion, Young Master Yi?"
"Does Young Master Yi truly feel no fear in the face of death?"
"Is there nothing in this world that Young Master Yi cares about?"
The two soon fell into casual conversation.
Night Owl asked Yi Feng a series of seemingly random, even trivial questions. Though the inquiries appeared meaningless, she carefully observed the subtlest changes in Yi Feng’s demeanor—hoping to discern whether he had any ulterior motives for coming to the island.
Yet, despite her probing, she gleaned no useful information. Instead, she found herself unsettled by the way Yi Feng looked at her.
From the moment he entered the room, his intense gaze never left her.
It sent a shiver down Night Owl’s spine.
Yi Feng studied Night Owl, lost in thought.
Was this woman truly as formidable as they said?
Could she be the one to finally end his life?
As for the research on Heavenly Poison Island—wasn’t there still Fu Nanshan, a cultivator of the Dao-Unity Realm?
Even if he died, Fu Nanshan, a man of great virtue, could shoulder the burden of testing poisons on the island. The grand plan of humanity wouldn’t be affected.
As Yi Feng rested his chin on his hand, his unwavering gaze fixed on Night Owl, the usually decisive and ruthless woman felt an uncharacteristic unease.
Wasn’t this supposed to be her testing him? Why did it feel like he was the one scrutinizing her instead?
"Might I ask what Young Master Yi is thinking about?"
Night Owl quickly shook off her daze. With practiced grace, she lifted her teacup, her lips curving into a faint smile as she spoke. Her sharp eyes continued to dissect Yi Feng’s every move, determined not to miss a single detail.
Yet, before she could finish her question, Yi Feng interrupted.
"Don’t move."
Yi Feng’s voice was calm.
"Huh?"
Night Owl blinked, confused.
But before she could react, Yi Feng reached out—his hand moving toward her lips.
What was this man doing?
Night Owl’s eyes widened in shock.
"There’s a tea stain on your lips." Yi Feng’s voice was soft, his lips curling into a faint smile as his thumb gently brushed the corner of her mouth, wiping away the lingering trace of tea.
The warmth of his touch left Night Owl stunned.
This man…
How dare he? How dare he touch her?
Did he not fear death?
Did he not know she was cursed—that even a mere touch from her could kill?
"Aren’t you afraid of dying?"
Her voice was low, her eyes locked onto his. "Do you not know that no one in Cloud Star dares to touch me like this? Even a Saint would keep their distance. My body is poison—ordinary people die upon contact."
"I know."
Yi Feng answered earnestly.
"Then why—?"
Night Owl’s voice trembled with disbelief.
"No reason." Yi Feng waved his hand dismissively. "I simply couldn’t bear to see such a beautiful woman with tea stains marring her lips during such a pleasant moment."
Yi Feng spoke with utter seriousness—though his words were complete nonsense.
After all, he couldn’t very well say, "I touched you because I want to die." Since he had to lie, he might as well make it sound good.
His words struck Night Owl like lightning.
A faint blush crept onto her cheeks, unnoticed.
Those two short sentences had pierced straight through her heart.
She had always carried a fiery passion within her, but her cursed body had made her untouchable.
In all her years, no one—not even those of the same sex—had dared to get close to her.
The only person who had ever been this intimate with her was a childhood neighbor—an older brother figure. But in the end, even he had succumbed to her poison.
As more and more people died from contact with her, fewer and fewer were willing to approach her.
She had long grown accustomed to solitude.
Yet, deep down, the isolation pained her. But pride and her fearsome reputation kept her from ever admitting it.
Until today.
Until this very moment, when a man had risked his life just to wipe a tea stain from her lips.
It was like rain finally falling on parched earth.
"H-How could you touch someone’s face without permission?" Night Owl lowered her head, stomping her foot in a rare display of flustered indignation.
Yi Feng’s lips twitched.
This woman’s reaction… wasn’t what he expected.
Why was she blushing? Why was she stomping her foot like that?
And more importantly—wasn’t she supposed to be lethally toxic? Why wasn’t he dead yet?
"Wait."
Just to be sure, Yi Feng reached out again. "I didn’t get all of it."
The moment his fingers touched her skin once more, Night Owl’s heart raced uncontrollably.
This man…
This man’s audacity knew no bounds!
Fortunately, though she bore the cursed body, her cultivation had reached a level where she could control its deadly effects—ensuring this reckless man remained unharmed.
"I never expected Young Master Yi Feng to be such a considerate man."
Night Owl gazed at the man before her with sparkling eyes, then lifted the cup on the table and took a delicate sip. Deliberately, she left a trace of tea at the corner of her lips.
At this moment, she completely forgot the original purpose of summoning Yi Feng for a private conversation.
"What is this woman up to?"
Noticing the tea stain lingering at Night Owl's lips, Yi Feng was momentarily taken aback.
But of course, he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity where he might be poisoned.
"Island Master Night Owl is truly careless. Just moments ago, I mentioned how you tend to leave tea stains when drinking, yet here you are again, repeating the same mistake. Truly incorrigible."
Yi Feng shook his head, his tone a mix of exasperation and reproach.
Yet his hand moved with undeniable sincerity, gently wiping away the tea stain from Night Owl’s lips.
Night Owl lowered her head.
Her heart fluttered.
A storm of emotions surged within her.
Though Yi Feng’s words carried blame and criticism, they inexplicably filled her with a sweet, warm sensation.
"Does… does he like me?"
Night Owl stole a nervous glance at Yi Feng, her mind racing with the thought.
Otherwise, why would he risk wiping the tea stain from her lips without knowing whether it was poisoned?
Who would endanger their life for such a trivial act unless they cared deeply?
Meanwhile, Yi Feng kept his eyes on her.
At the same time, he carefully assessed his own condition.
Nothing seemed amiss.
His blood flow was normal, his breathing steady, and he felt no discomfort whatsoever.
Could it be a slow-acting poison?
Yi Feng pondered the possibility.
If so, he’d likely start feeling the effects after some time.
After sitting for a while longer, Yi Feng rose to take his leave.
"Young Master Yi Feng, leaving so soon?" Night Owl hastily stood, her voice tinged with urgency.
"Island Master Night Owl has countless responsibilities to attend to. I wouldn’t wish to impose further."
Yi Feng clasped his hands in farewell and turned to depart.
"Very well. Since Young Master Yi Feng has only just arrived, you must need rest."
Night Owl’s expression dimmed with disappointment as she watched Yi Feng walk away.
Shortly after Yi Feng’s departure, several high-ranking members of the Poison Mist Island hurried in.
"Island Master Night Owl, is there something suspicious about that man?"
One of the island’s senior poison masters spoke first. "As you previously noted, his behavior is far too flawless. After careful consideration, I suspect he might be a spy sent by the Black Domain. Should we detain him for questioning?"
"Silence!"
Night Owl’s face darkened instantly, her voice icy. "Who told you that Young Master Yi Feng is a spy from the Black Domain?"
"No one explicitly said so, but didn’t you yourself remark that his perfection seemed too deliberate, making him highly suspicious?" the poison master pressed.
"When did I ever say he was suspicious?"
Night Owl’s expression hardened further. "You narrow-minded fools, lacking even a fraction of his noble spirit—how dare you cast doubt on him?"
"From my interactions, Young Master Yi Feng’s unwavering devotion to the greater good of humanity is beyond question, witnessed by heaven and earth."
"To call him a spy is utterly impossible!"
"I, Night Owl, stake my life on it!"
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
ave】 Shen Qingling was a man with peerless looks, a cunning mind, and the ability to play both the aloof noble and the innocent sweetheart—a master of seduction who could outplay any player. But after an untimely death, he found himself bound to a system and transmigrated into the tragic "true young master" of a melodramatic novel. In the original story, his childhood sweetheart treated him as a backup plan, his fiancée swore to break off their engagement for the sake of the "fake young master," and his own sister saw him as the family's disgrace. He was nothing more than a rat everyone wanted to stomp on. System 077: "Your mission is to change the original fate and conquer the goddesses." Shen Qingling: "Thanks for the invite. If seduction had tiers, I’d be max level." His childhood sweetheart knelt, begging for forgiveness: "Qingling, I was wrong. Please give me another chance." His ex-fiancée refused to marry anyone else: "Shen Qingling, I was blind before. In this life, I’ll marry no one but you." A yandere CEO went mad for love: "Shen Qingling, you can only like me. I’ll stop at nothing to make you mine!" His green-tea sister clung to him daily: "Brother, look at me, won’t you? I’m more obedient than them—I love you the most~" At first, they scorned and trampled on him. Later, they burned themselves like moths to a flame, all for his sake. His looks were his weapon, his sweet words the bait—heroines obsessed over him, villains turned to madness for him. Shen Qingling became a true male siren, igniting battlefield after battlefield of women fighting for his affection. Years later, when System 077—now one of the elites—was asked how to become as outstanding as it, it lazily exhaled a smoke ring and replied: "Just know how to cheer ‘666’ at the right time."
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
