"How is it, Mr. Ye? The decor of this house has been meticulously arranged, and the room design has been tailored to match your requirements. This is currently the property that best aligns with your expectations."
Standing in the fully furnished house, Ye Feng looked around and nodded slightly.
"It's quite nice."
After a week of searching, Ye Feng, as agreed with the sales agent, arrived at a property with a good surrounding environment, convenient transportation, and a moderate price. After a thorough inspection, this house turned out to be very much in line with Ye Feng's expectations.
"Mr. Ye, regarding the payment..."
"Let's proceed with it now. I'm a bit pressed for time and have other places to visit later."
"Of course, Mr. Ye!"
Upon hearing that Ye Feng intended to pay in full, the sales agent quickly agreed and pulled out various documents from his briefcase. After several minutes of signing, the house officially became Ye Feng's private property.
"The funds have been received in the account. Mr. Ye, if you need any further services, feel free to contact me. I’ll take my leave now."
"Alright."
After the sales agent left, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile as he looked at the living room, which was nearly twice the size of his old one.
With such a big house, that woman surely wouldn’t have to worry about not having a home anymore.
When purchasing the house, Ye Feng had wanted to register it under Xie Yuyan's name. However, he realized that Xie Yuyan hadn’t left behind any documents or identification that could be used for signing. In the end, he had no choice but to buy the house under his own name for the time being.
He would hand the house over to Xie Yuyan when she returned.
As for himself... he would continue living in that small, rundown place. After all, his goals were still unfulfilled, and he would make other plans once everything was resolved.
"Phew..."
Sitting on the sofa, which was several times more comfortable than the one at home, Ye Feng couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
Ah... is this what they call the damn luxurious life? There’s simply no comparison. Once you’ve tasted the good life, it’s hard to go back to living rough.
"Speaking of which, everything went smoothly when I taught Li Mucheng yesterday."
Ye Feng suddenly recalled that during yesterday’s tutoring session with Li Mucheng, he had maintained a normal mental state from start to finish. This seemed to confirm that his body was indeed acting up.
He had naively thought something terrible might happen, but it turned out he was just overthinking it.
Ye Feng remembered that during the midday break in the class, Li Mucheng had taken him to the kitchen. When he saw an entire roasted lamb on the dining table, he was momentarily stunned. He hadn’t expected that his casual remark the day before would lead to Li Mucheng preparing such a lavish lunch for him...
In the end, to show his gratitude for Li Mucheng’s kindness, Ye Feng had no choice but to stuff himself until he was completely full before Li Mucheng was satisfied.
Even now, the mere thought of the roasted lamb made Ye Feng feel nauseous.
Although he was grateful for Li Mucheng’s concern, her care was simply too overwhelming...
"Hmm? It’s about that time. I should probably head over there now."
Ye Feng’s mind drifted to the white-haired, crimson-eyed girl he had met a few days ago, and a hint of anticipation stirred within him.
She was really beautiful, that girl...
"Sister, have you named the teddy bear yet?"
In the garden pavilion of the orphanage, Wenwen leaned her little head close to the teddy bear, examining it carefully, her cute eyes blinking repeatedly.
"Not yet. I’m not sure what to name it."
Shen Mengli remained calm as ever, leaning back in her chair and gazing at the fountain, her thoughts unclear.
"Hmm... Big Brother hasn’t come for a few days now. Sister, do you think he won’t come back anymore?"
Wenwen, being a child, spoke her mind bluntly.
"..."
Hearing Wenwen bring up Ye Feng, Shen Mengli fell silent for a moment before gently placing her hand on Wenwen’s head.
"Of course he will. Didn’t Mr. Ye say he would come back to see you? He’s probably just busy with something recently."
"Oh, I see..."
"Alright, it’s getting late. You should go eat now, or else the headmistress will get upset."
Shen Mengli deliberately shifted Wenwen’s attention, seemingly trying to steer the conversation away from Ye Feng.
"Okay, but what about you, Sister?"
"You go ahead. I’m not very hungry yet. I’ll come over later."
"Alright then, see you later, Sister~"
With that, Wenwen walked away, glancing back every few steps, leaving Shen Mengli alone in the garden, quietly admiring the fountain.
After Wenwen left, the surroundings fell silent, save for the sound of the fountain’s flowing water.
Shen Mengli lifted the teddy bear in her arms and whispered softly, "You’re the only one who’ll always stay with me, right?"
Seeing that the teddy bear remained motionless, Shen Mengli placed it back on her lap. Perhaps due to her legs, Shen Mengli wore a dark black dress beneath her snow-white hair. Though the dress showed signs of fading, it did nothing to diminish her striking beauty.
As Shen Mengli tried to wheel herself back toward the corridor, the wheelchair suddenly slid toward the edge of the pavilion. Her body lost balance and tilted backward, but she didn’t cry out or show any signs of fear, as if she had grown numb to such incidents. Yet, her hands clung tightly to the teddy bear in her arms.
"Thud."
The wheelchair rolled down the slope and landed in the garden, but Shen Mengli didn’t hit the ground.
"Are you okay?"
A deep, magnetic voice sounded in Shen Mengli’s ear. Hearing the familiar voice, she opened her crimson eyes, which had been closed.
Her gaze met Ye Feng, who had caught her with his body.
"Mr. Ye...?"
"Are you alright?"
Ye Feng held Shen Mengli’s slender waist tightly. Though she didn’t exercise, her smooth and soft skin could still be felt through the dress.
"Mr. Ye, how did you...?"
"Didn’t I say I’d come? Did you forget my words, Miss Shen?"
"..."
Shen Mengli clenched the teddy bear in her hands and averted her gaze from Ye Feng.
"Thank you, Mr. Ye."
"Don’t mention it. Hold on, Miss Shen. I’ll help you back into your chair."
With the delicate figure in his arms, Ye Feng carried the petite Shen Mengli toward the wheelchair. Unseen by Ye Feng, Shen Mengli stared at the teddy bear in her hands, lost in thought.

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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?"

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?"