"Grandpa Doctor, is Teacher really okay now?"
After Ye Feng woke up, Li Mucheng didn't selfishly cling to him for her own satisfaction. Instead, she sensibly called in a team of experts to examine Ye Feng. A group of elderly doctors surrounded him, conducting a series of tests with various devices, almost scrutinizing every inch of his body.
This situation gave Ye Feng quite a scare. Imagine being suddenly surrounded by a group of old men, being observed like a lab rat—anyone would be frightened.
"Miss Li, I must say, Mr. Ye's physical condition is truly excellent. Based on the results of all the tests, aside from some weakness due to exhaustion, everything else is normal. He just needs to stay in the hospital for a while to recover, and then he can be discharged."
"Really? Thank you, Grandpa Doctor!"
"You're too kind, Miss Li. If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave now. We hope you can put in a good word for our department in front of President Li."
After sending off the experts, the worry on Li Mucheng's face completely disappeared. For her, as long as Ye Feng was okay, that was the best outcome.
Li Mucheng skipped over to Ye Feng's bedside and sat down, saying happily, "Teacher, did you hear that? The doctors said you're fine! That's such a relief!"
"Well, it's all thanks to you, Miss..."
Seeing Li Mucheng's smile fade, Ye Feng quickly corrected himself.
"I mean, it's all thanks to you, Mucheng."
"Hehe, it's what I should do."
As she spoke, Li Mucheng picked up Ye Feng's medical report and scanned it repeatedly, as if trying to find some specific details about his condition. When she saw a line that read "normal function," her face turned red, and she quietly giggled before putting the report down.
"Miss... ahem, Mucheng, what are you laughing about? Why do you look so strange?"
"Nothing! I just wanted to make sure your report was accurate!"
At that moment, the door to the hospital room suddenly opened, and a flustered Li Jing walked in. Seeing that Li Mucheng's mood had improved, he let out a long sigh of relief.
Li Jing had originally planned to hire a specialized medical team to monitor Ye Feng around the clock, but Li Mucheng insisted on staying by his side day and night, barely resting. She would only eat or drink a little before claiming she had no appetite and returning to the room. Li Jing was so worried that he even considered forcing her to leave, but thankfully, Ye Feng had woken up.
"Father..."
Li Mucheng softly addressed Li Jing. She had seen everything Li Jing had done since Ye Feng arrived at the hospital, so her attitude toward him had softened compared to her initial indifference.
"Mucheng, would you like to eat something? With Ye Feng?"
"No... together?"
Li Mucheng was about to refuse but stopped when she heard the second part of Li Jing's sentence. She turned to look at Ye Feng, who shook his head slightly, and immediately replied, "Teacher said it's okay!"
"Pfft! Mucheng, you... mmm!"
Ye Feng tried to correct her, but his mouth was quickly covered by Li Mucheng's hand.
"Then, Father, could you arrange for two light meals for me and Teacher?"
"Alright... I understand."
Li Jing nodded stiffly, suddenly looking much older. He had just heard Ye Feng call his daughter "Mucheng," and he could guess that it was likely at Li Mucheng's insistence.
As Li Jing left the room to arrange for the meals, he happened to run into Su Wanli, who was walking toward them.
"Old Li, why are you out so soon? I just heard that Ye Feng woke up. How is he?"
"He's doing well. It seems like there's nothing serious."
"That's good to hear. Then why do you look so troubled? Isn't everything settled?"
"Sigh..."
"Why are you sighing? What's going on?"
Su Wanli quickly picked up on something from Li Jing's tone—it was a familiar sentiment he had also felt with Yu Xin.
"Is it about Mucheng and Ye Feng?"
Li Jing didn't say much, just nodded faintly.
"I thought so. So, Old Li, what do you think?"
"What do I think? As long as Mucheng is happy, I won't interfere. I just don't want her to get hurt. But I trust Ye Feng, so there's no need to worry about that."
"Then why are you frowning? This is a good thing."
"I'm frowning because, on one hand, Mucheng has grown up and has her own thoughts. But more importantly, it's because of Ye Feng..."
"Ye Feng? What do you mean? Didn't you just say you trust him?"
"You don't understand. I mean, Mucheng has feelings for Ye Feng, but that doesn't mean Ye Feng feels the same way."
"Are you saying Ye Feng doesn't like Mucheng? How is that possible! Mucheng is so beautiful. You've even turned down matchmaking offers from influential families for her sake."
"But haven't you noticed that Ye Feng doesn't seem to care much about romantic relationships?"
"Well... I have noticed that..."
"Exactly. I'm not worried about Ye Feng treating Mucheng badly. I'm worried that Mucheng might get hurt because of him."
"That's true... Actually, my Yu Xin is somewhat similar to Mucheng in this regard. It's been worrying me too."
"What? Are you saying Yu Xin is..."
"Exactly. You know, Ye Feng was unconscious for three days, and it happened to be the day he was supposed to teach her. When I told her Ye Feng couldn't make it, she cried and threw a tantrum all day. It wasn't until I promised to make up the lesson that she calmed down."
Su Wanli sighed deeply as well. The two fathers were deeply concerned about their daughters' happiness.
"Haha, knowing that I'm not the only one feeling this way makes me feel better. Alright, Old Su, but let's make one thing clear: the kids should handle their own affairs. We, as parents, don't need to meddle, okay?"
"Don't worry, I'm not one to scheme. But from the way you talk, it seems like you're growing more and more satisfied with Ye Feng."
"Well, if you're not satisfied, you can always tell Yu Xin to let go."
Li Jing teased.
"No way. I think Ye Feng is much better than other men. I'd rather have Yu Xin be with him than let some outsider take advantage of her."
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?"
