After a period of training, the beast-eared girls' overall strength had improved considerably.
Lin Feng estimated that it was about time to go to the most dangerous maze on the island and take a look.
The sooner it was over, the sooner he could take some of the beast-eared girls to the beach to play.
They were now in the center of the island, surrounded by swirling mists.
Not far ahead in the distance, one could vaguely make out a funnel-shaped landform.
That was the largest and most dangerous maze on the entire island.
One only needed to slide down the slope to enter it.
"Master, there shouldn't be any other trap mazes around here, right?" Yuna tiptoed as she looked around, one hand constantly fiddling with her furry wolf ears.
Not long ago, she had fallen into a trap maze here. If Lin Feng hadn't arrived in time, she would probably have died here.
"Who knows. Not many people come here, so there are definitely still unexplored trap mazes. Don't go running around." As he said this, Lin Feng fiercely slapped Yuna's bottom.
"Ow..."
Yuna muttered under her breath.
While the two were flirting, Red Scale had already stealthily made her way to the entrance of the passage. She promptly sat down on the ground and slid down, her large bottom kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Get back here!"
Red Scale looked back and called out: "Huh?"
Then she disappeared into the pitch-black hole.
Clearly, she hadn't heard a word he said.
Lin Feng cursed her under his breath. He then had the beast-eared girls hold hands as they slid down together.
After a good while, everyone was transported into the maze in a very strange posture.
Lin Feng lay on the stone ground, voluntarily serving as a flesh cushion for the three beast-eared girls to land on him in succession.
With each one weighing about a hundred pounds, every impact made him groan incessantly.
Yuna got up first to observe their surroundings.
"Stinky rabbit, aren't you getting up yet? You're going to crush my kidneys..."
Emily rolled her eyes at him and got up, brushing the dust off her knees: "Am I that heavy?"
"Big sis, when are you going to move your butt off my face?"
Rosa Linda bounced up as if shocked, staring at Lin Feng on the ground with an awkward expression.
Although they did this kind of thing privately all the time, she felt they should restrain themselves when others were present.
Lin Feng got up and twisted his stiff neck, then slapped the dust off his butt and started observing their surroundings along with Yuna.
They were in a straight passageway, wide enough for five or six people to walk through abreast.
On both sides were bright maze fire torches, with visible distance of about twenty to thirty meters.
Okay, this was one of those very ordinary mazes.
It had been several years since Lin Feng was last here. He had pretty much forgotten everything, just vaguely recalling that the magical creatures here were very strong.
When Candice cleared this maze back then, she had also spent a lot of effort.
"Master, Red Scale has been in there alone for so long, she should be fine, right?"
"Don't worry, even if she can't beat them she'll run away. She's crafty like that." Lin Feng rubbed his stiff neck.
He actually quite hoped Red Scale would get into some trouble.
Like losing a hand or a wing.
She was like an unruly child who wouldn't remember the lesson if she wasn't beaten up.
If she got attacked and injured by the magical creatures this time, next time she definitely wouldn't go running around recklessly.
"That stupid dragon could use some discipline."
Hearing this, Rosa Linda nodded in agreement.
They had just walked a few steps when they heard a chilling rattling sound coming from the darkness ahead.
Yuna's fur stood on end.
Squinting for a while yielded great disappointment: "It's just a few skeletal soldiers."
With that said, she raised her greatsword, ready to charge over, when Lin Feng suddenly grabbed her by the tail.
In that instant her bones turned soft.
"Wha...what is it, Master?"
"Be careful."
Yuna stared at her grabbed tail, muttering softly: "I've killed so many of those creatures before, I could smash them to bits in moments."
They limped and staggered slowly, as if they would fall apart after a few more steps. They looked weak.
"Don't look down on them just because they seem like low-level creatures. They're not low-level at all." With one glance Lin Feng appraised that the skeletal soldiers were around level 25. "Never let your guard down against seemingly weak creatures in dangerous mazes. Always test carefully first."
"Got it." Yuna carefully pulled her tail back and took a deep breath to adjust herself mentally.
Rosa Linda and Emily exchanged glances, bracing their longbows ready to provide support anytime.
In a flash, Yuna had already lunged at the skeletal soldiers.
Shifting her center of gravity, she swung her sword with all her might.
A loud bang rang out as Yuna's tiger mouth went numb.
The scene she had imagined did not happen.
Not only were the skeletal soldiers not hacked to pieces by her greatsword, they easily withstood the blow.
Not only that, one of them even tried to take advantage of an opening to counterattack Yuna, but she managed to dodge it.
"It's hard as iron, with very fast reflexes. Not stupid at all, different from those I encountered before." Yuna swallowed hard, cold sweat beading on her temple.
If she hadn't heeded Lin Feng's words, she would definitely have been stabbed.
At this point the skeletal soldiers dropped their act of feebleness. Discarding that crippled posture, they charged straight at Yuna.
Taking the opportunity while Yuna was fighting with them, the quick-reacting Rosa Linda aimed at the neck of a skeletal soldier and shot a wind arrow.
The vertebra was smashed, and the skull rolled off onto the ground, but its body was still moving erratically.
"What? It's not dead yet?" Rosa Linda was greatly shocked. She had always handled such skeletal soldiers easily as an archer before.
As long as the neck vertebra was pierced by an arrow, it would definitely die instantly.
Yet this skeletal soldier...was still jumping around vigorously hacking at Yuna without its head.
Seeing this scene, Rosa Linda drew her small dagger and charged forward.
Emily tried to follow suit, drawing her dagger, but her rabbit ear was grabbed by Lin Feng.
"What? I want to go help."
Glancing at the dagger, Lin Feng shook his head: "You don't."
"Why not? My mom can do it why can't I?"
This...
He didn't want to say such cruel words, so he just silently watched Rosa Linda's back.
Her moves were clean and ruthless. Although she couldn't inflict much damage, she could still help relieve some of the pressure on Yuna.
After watching for a while, Emily finally understood. She murmured sullenly to Lin Feng: "You think I'm useless..."
"How dare I, you're my precious darling."
"Are you mocking me? I'll squeeze you dry when we get back..."
While the two were bickering, the other two had already finished off the skeletal soldiers.
Seeing a severed skeletal hand trying to crawl away, Rosa Linda mercilessly stomped it into pieces.
"So hard to deal with. Couldn't chop them no matter how hard I tried, could only keep dodging around." She looked at the full-of-gashes dagger, then at Yuna, "You're not hurt, are you?"

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.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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!"

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?"