"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!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.)
