“Didn’t any of you notice she was sick? She’s been burning up all night.”
After a short rest, Ye Feng turned to look at Ah Fu, who was leaning on his hands on his head.
“No, after you left yesterday, Miss Li didn’t eat anything and locked herself in her room. She used to do that when she was upset with the master.”
As Ah Fu spoke, he turned to look at Ye Feng.
“Ye Feng, don’t take Miss Li’s actions to heart. She used to be very gentle, but after some incidents, she’s become more and more unwilling to interact with others.”
“It’s okay, I didn’t mind.”
“Thank you.”
...
“Beep beep”
Suddenly, Ah Fu’s phone rang. After he answered, a stern voice came through.
“How is she?”
“Master, Miss Li has stabilized now. The cause was a cold that led to a fever.”
“Good, I’m busy with company matters. Pay more attention.”
“Yes, sir.”
The brief conversation ended as the call was disconnected. Due to the private ward, the hospital corridor was exceptionally quiet, and even the nurses’ trolleys made little noise. Ye Feng clearly heard the conversation between Ah Fu and the robust-voiced man on the phone.
“Ye Feng, can I ask you for a favor?”
“What is it?”
“Can you take care of Miss Li for a while? I need to handle some hospital procedures.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Thank you.”
After Ah Fu left, Ye Feng was about to take out his phone to pass the time when he heard a faint cough from the ward, prompting him to quickly check on Li Mucheng.
As soon as he entered, Ye Feng saw that Li Mucheng, who had been lying in bed, had somehow sat up, and the blanket had fallen off, revealing a glimpse of her.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Li Mucheng’s attention was immediately drawn to Ye Feng. She blinked blankly, then lowered her head, only to look up again after noticing her thin nightgown.
“Ahem... Miss Li, you’re awake...”
Before Ye Feng could finish, Li Mucheng quickly pulled the blanket over herself, wrapping it tightly around her. From within the thick blanket, her voice emerged.
“Why... why are you here! Did you enter without my permission?”
Ye Feng knew this awkward situation was partly his fault and quickly explained, “Miss Li, don’t misunderstand. I heard your cough and was worried, so I came in without knocking.”
“Ugh~”
A cute muffled sound came from under the blanket, and slowly, two dark eyes peeked out, staring intently at Ye Feng.
Worried? He said he was worried about me?
“I... what’s wrong with me? Why am I here?”
Li Mucheng mumbled.
“Well, that’s a story from this morning.”
Ye Feng recounted the events of the day in detail, though he omitted Li Mucheng’s actions toward him, attributing them to her being delirious from the fever.
“Sick? Am I sick?”
Li Mucheng tried to recall, vaguely remembering such a memory, though she had thought it was a dream at the time. After all, she was...
Wait!
It... it wasn’t a dream?!
Ugh... oh...
Luckily, Li Mucheng hid her face with the blanket, or Ye Feng would have seen her already red and flushed cheeks.
“Of course, the doctor said you have a severe cold, which is why you’ve been running a fever.”
However, Li Mucheng’s thoughts were elsewhere, drifting back to the memory of Ye Feng holding her in the morning and her stealing a kiss from him.
“Miss Li, are you listening? Miss Li?”
“Ah... I’m listening...”
Li Mucheng snapped back to reality and quietly gazed at Ye Feng’s cheek, as if she had left her mark on him.
“Miss Li, please don’t be so careless in the future. At least cover yourself with a blanket when you sleep.”
“Ugh... Teacher...”
“Yes?”
“About yesterday... I’m sorry...”
“You’re talking about that? It’s fine, but to get my forgiveness, you have to promise me one thing.”
“Wh... what is it?”
“Don’t sleep without a blanket again. Being sick is very painful.”
“Okay~”
“I promise.”
Li Mucheng’s brows curved slightly, and under the blanket, she revealed a smile, though no one noticed it.
...
“Teacher...”
“Yes?”
Ye Feng couldn’t help but feel that Li Mucheng’s attitude toward him had improved significantly since their first meeting, and there was something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“Tomorrow... can we continue the lessons?”
Li Mucheng asked timidly, her small hands tightly gripping the edge of the blanket, holding her breath as she waited for Ye Feng’s reply.
“Well... that might not be possible.”
“Wh...”
“No... not possible? It’s my fault after all...”
Upon hearing Ye Feng’s response, Li Mucheng’s eyes immediately lost their luster, as if sinking into an abyss, and she muttered softly to herself.
“Because the doctor said you’ll need to stay for a few more days to recover, so the lessons will have to be put on hold.”
“Ah? No lessons?”
“Yes, Miss Li. With your current condition, how could I let you go out for lessons? If Ah Fu found out, he’d probably skin me alive.”
“Oh... that scared me...”
Li Mucheng patted her little chest and quickly returned to her initial delicate demeanor.
Looking at Ye Feng standing by her bed, Li Mucheng’s eyes darted around and suddenly came up with an idea. She pursed her lips and said, “Teacher, I... I’m a bit hungry.”
“Hungry? Then I’ll call Ah Fu to bring some food up.”
“No!”
Li Mucheng suddenly interrupted Ye Feng, afraid he would really call Ah Fu.
“We’re in a private ward, and there’s a dining area in the other part of the floor. Teacher, could you get me some food?”
“Is that so? No wonder it’s a private ward; even the service is VIP-level.”
Impressed by Li Mucheng’s words, Ye Feng agreed immediately.
“Then I’ll go now. Miss Li, what would you like to eat?”
“Anything is fine.”
As long as it’s from you...
“Alright, then wait here, Miss Li. I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you, Teacher~”
Only after Ye Feng left the ward did Li Mucheng pull the blanket away to reveal her red and flushed face, though this time it wasn’t due to a fever.
Li Mucheng gently touched her lips with her fingers, as if savoring something, though that remains unknown.
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, 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?"
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!
