"Thump, thump..."
After a sudden, intense heartbeat, Ye Feng abruptly opened his eyes. When he did, he felt as though he had been reborn.
"Ha... ha... ha..."
Ye Feng gasped for breath, but only when he noticed the mist forming from his exhaled breath did he realize something was covering his mouth.
"Where... where is this? What happened to me..."
Ye Feng reached out and touched the object covering his mouth. When he removed it, he found a respirator in his hand, and he seemed to be lying in a hospital bed.
"I... I'm still alive?"
Ye Feng touched his chest, feeling his still-beating heart. He vaguely remembered that after rescuing Li Mucheng, his heart had felt like a gear grinding to a halt, followed by an intense tearing sensation spreading from his chest. Before he could react, the pain had knocked him unconscious. Now, it seemed clear that this was a side effect of that capsule. Looking back, its name was fitting—Extreme Capsule. It was indeed extreme.
Though his breathing was now steady, his body felt as powerless as a phone with a dead battery. This must be another side effect. He wondered how many days had passed since he had woken up.
As Ye Feng surveyed his surroundings, he couldn't help but wince at the luxurious private hospital room and the array of specialized equipment. Staying in a place like this must have cost a fortune. Money wasn't the most important thing, but he hoped it wouldn't be deducted from his salary. He was already racing against time; the last thing he needed was to be saddled with debt.
Just as Ye Feng was getting used to his environment, the door to the room suddenly opened. A figure appeared in the doorway, and upon closer inspection, Ye Feng realized it was Li Mucheng, who looked utterly exhausted as she walked in.
"Good afternoon, teacher~"
Li Mucheng's complexion was as pale as if it had been coated in wax, and her demeanor was like that of a zombie. Though she muttered something, her spirit seemed on the verge of collapse.
After greeting him, Li Mucheng slowly walked in and sat down on a chair beside his bed. Seeing Ye Feng sit up, she didn't seem surprised, as if she had grown accustomed to this scene.
"Hehe, another hallucination of the teacher waking up. But that's fine. At least you're awake, right?"
Li Mucheng smiled weakly at Ye Feng, her unfocused eyes revealing the immense strain her body was under. If she didn't rest soon, her health would surely suffer.
"Miss, are you okay?"
Ye Feng reached out and gently shook Li Mucheng's arm a couple of times, but she continued to smile vacantly at him.
This was bad. Li Mucheng was completely out of it. If he didn't pull her back to reality soon, her mental state might suffer permanent damage.
Feeling a sense of urgency, Ye Feng began patting Li Mucheng's shoulder, but no matter how hard he tried, she remained unresponsive. It seemed she was too far gone; he would need to do something more drastic to bring her back to the present.
"Miss... Mucheng? Are you okay?"
"Mucheng? Hehe, teacher, you finally called me that. I'm so happy~"
Li Mucheng's lips curled into a smile, clearly pleased by Ye Feng's use of her name. Her tone shifted slightly, showing a hint of emotion.
"Mucheng, wake up. I'm your teacher, Ye Feng! I'm fine. I'm alive!"
"Teacher... alive... alive..."
Li Mucheng murmured Ye Feng's name a few times, and finally, a glimmer of light returned to her dark eyes.
"The teacher is alive? Teacher..."
A moment later, Li Mucheng seemed to hear Ye Feng's voice and gradually regained consciousness. When she saw Ye Feng staring intently at her, she jumped up from her seat. Only after placing a trembling hand on Ye Feng's did she fully come back to reality.
"This... this is the teacher's hand. It's real! Teacher?!"
Li Mucheng couldn't believe her eyes. She had lost track of how many days had passed since that day. From the moment Ye Feng collapsed at the manor gate, she had stayed by his side, not even closing her eyes once.
"It's me, Miss. I'm awake."
Ye Feng comforted her gently.
"Really... really awake... Teacher, you're finally awake!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Li Mucheng threw herself into Ye Feng's arms. One moment she was overjoyed, and the next, she burst into tears.
"Waaah... Teacher, you're finally awake! Do you know how worried I was? From the moment you collapsed at the manor gate, I didn't dare close my eyes. I was afraid... afraid that if I did, you would leave me. Waaah..."
Ye Feng looked down at Li Mucheng, who was crying uncontrollably, and felt deeply moved. He hadn't expected her to go to such lengths for him, and a warm feeling spread through his chest.
"I'm sorry for making you worry."
"......"
After speaking, Ye Feng suddenly noticed that Li Mucheng had gone silent. His heart skipped a beat as he looked down at her, only to realize that she had fallen asleep, her breathing even and quiet. The strain had clearly exhausted her.
"Miss..."
Ye Feng bent down, intending to lift Li Mucheng onto the bed and make room for her, but when he tried, he found he had no strength left. He had no choice but to stay still, letting her cling to him. Gently, he reached out and touched her dry, brittle hair. Li Mucheng had always taken great care of her hair, but for his sake, she had neglected everything. What a foolish girl.
......
"Hmm..."
As the sun set in the afternoon, Li Mucheng's eyelashes fluttered slightly, perhaps stirred by the fading sunlight. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Ye Feng smiling at her in the golden glow of the sunset. This moment seemed to freeze in her mind, etched there forever.
"Tea... teacher? Am I dreaming?"
"Who dreams after waking up?"
Ye Feng chuckled and lightly flicked Li Mucheng's forehead. Only after she blinked a few times, as if confirming this was real, did he withdraw his hand.
"Teacher! You're finally awake!"
After pinching her arm and feeling the pain, Li Mucheng's dark eyes finally sparkled with life. She threw her arms around Ye Feng's waist, burying her face in his chest and taking a deep breath, as if to fully accept the reality that Ye Feng was truly awake.
"It's really... really the teacher!"
What’s this, sniffing to recognize the teacher? Are you a puppy or something!
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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 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.
