"It's okay... it's okay..."
Ye Feng held Xie Yuyan, whose body had gone stiff, and as he caught the scent of blood emanating from her, he knew she must have had a terrible time these past few days. A pang of guilt surged within him.
Why... why couldn't I have come sooner...
"Xie Yuyan, you're badly hurt. I’m taking you to the hospital right now. You have to hold on..."
Just as Ye Feng was about to move, he didn’t expect Xie Yuyan to stop him. With a smile on her face, she said, "It’s no use... I’ve been poisoned, and it seems there’s no antidote."
"Poison? What kind of poison?"
"I don’t know, but it seems like a really scary one."
"Then why don’t you seem afraid at all?"
"Pfft..."
Xie Yuyan, lying on Ye Feng’s shoulder, let out a soft laugh, though the pain caused her to cough violently a few times.
"Silly... don’t you get it? It’s because you’re here with me."
"......"
Xie Yuyan struggled to lift her head and moved her lips close to Ye Feng’s ear, her voice growing weaker. "I thought I’d never see you again, but here you are, just like the day we first met, showing up when I needed you most. Now I believe this is all fate~"
"Xie Yuyan..."
"But you know what, Ye Feng... it seems like... I won’t be able to go with you to see the new house after all."
Xie Yuyan’s breathing became more labored, and the numbness in her body, along with the spreading pain from the poison, made it hard for her to keep speaking.
"I actually learned a few new dishes to cook for you, but it seems like I won’t get the chance now..."
"Xie Yuyan, wait..."
"Ye Feng..."
Xie Yuyan interrupted Ye Feng and continued.
"Can you answer one question for me? I just want to hear your answer."
"Go ahead..."
"Did you ever like me? Even just a little... not too much, just a little?"
Ye Feng didn’t speak, but eventually nodded.
"Hehe..."
Xie Yuyan suddenly laughed as if she had won, murmuring to herself.
"I won~"
At that moment, Xie Yuyan felt a piercing pain in her heart, just as the wolf had warned. The sharp agony forced her to close her eyes, but she still gritted her teeth and nestled obediently in Ye Feng’s arms.
At least... let me die quietly in the arms of the person I love most...
Just then, Xie Yuyan felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ye Feng holding a syringe, injecting something into her shoulder.
"Huh? Ye Feng... what is that?"
"This? It’s an antidote. I just found it on the ground."
Ye Feng said without batting an eye.
"On the ground...? But how did you know it was an antidote?"
Xie Yuyan suddenly felt a chill in her heart. The intense pain she had been feeling was rapidly fading, and her wound stopped bleeding, clotting visibly.
"It had the word 'antidote' written on it. Anyway, never mind that."
Ye Feng tossed the syringe out the window and scooped Xie Yuyan into his arms.
"How do you feel now? Better?"
"It doesn’t hurt anymore... but this antidote..."
"Come on, don’t overthink it. Maybe they just dropped it by accident. Let’s get you home quickly."
Xie Yuyan blinked, as if she had realized something.
So that’s how it is... I bet this was your doing too, Ye Feng. Just how many secrets do you still have?
"Alright... fine..."
"Good, rest for a bit. Do we need to worry about these people?"
"No..."
Xie Yuyan’s expression suddenly changed, and the joy she had felt earlier diminished significantly.
Someone will clean up after them.
......
"We’re home!"
Back at home, Ye Feng carried Xie Yuyan to the couch. He had been holding her the entire way, and though he wanted to help her upstairs, Xie Yuyan firmly refused.
"Whew... I’m exhausted..."
Ye Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned back on the couch, breathing heavily.
"Ye Feng... are you really okay?"
Xie Yuyan took the opportunity to rest her head on Ye Feng’s shoulder and asked softly.
"I’m fine. See? I’m perfectly fine. The explosion just knocked me back a bit, but I’m not seriously hurt."
Ye Feng laughed it off, offering a casual explanation. In truth, he vaguely remembered the grenade landing right at his feet. Just as he thought it was the end, a voice echoed in his mind.
[Ding, host has suffered a fatal injury. Automatically using item: Substitute Doll.]
That must have been why he survived.
"Is that... so..."
"Alright, the threat is gone now. Xie Yuyan, you should rest up."
"No... I still have something to say..."
As Xie Yuyan spoke, she unconsciously unbuttoned the top of her shirt.
Strange... why do I feel so hot all of a sudden? Is it because of the wound getting infected?
"Is there something else? Aren’t we safe now?"
"Actually... I want to apologize..."
"Apologize? For what?"
"Because that day when you went to the manor to save Li Mucheng, I went too."
"What! You went too? When?"
"Right after you entered the manor... I didn’t want you to get hurt, so I secretly took out the mercenary group’s base. But as I was leaving, I was accidentally discovered by someone from the organization."
"So that’s why you were being chased. I told you not to act recklessly! You never listen, do you!"
Ye Feng’s tone grew noticeably stern, but Xie Yuyan found it oddly comforting. She knew he was just worried about her.
"I’m sorry... I just didn’t want you to get hurt..."
"Sigh, forget it. What’s done is done. You meant well, but now everything’s fine. We’re safe."
"......"
Xie Yuyan didn’t respond, her expression complicated as she lowered her gaze.
"And from now on, don’t act on your own without telling me, understand? If I find out you’ve done something like this again, I’ll be really angry."
"Hehe, got it~"
"Take this seriously!"
"Ye Feng, you’re still so gentle."
Xie Yuyan’s eyes grew hazy, and a burning sensation in her chest felt like it was consuming her. Even with her strong willpower, she was struggling to hold back.
"Ye Feng, I think something’s wrong with me..."
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.
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!"
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?"
