"Darling, I won’t let you escape~"
On the screen, a strikingly alluring woman held a scalpel against a man tied up in a basement.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
The man’s mouth was gagged with a cloth, his eyes wide with fury and confusion as he stared at his girlfriend. Anger and disbelief coursed through his entire being.
Why? Why had the woman he trusted become like this? She had driven wedges between him and his family, turned his friends against him, ruined his career, and then—just as he hit rock bottom—appeared to comfort him. She never showed a hint of abnormality, never grew weary of his occasional outbursts. Until...
Until every obstacle in her way was gone, and she finally bared her fangs at him.
"Hmm..."
Ye Feng shuddered as if struck by something unsettling.
The female lead in this movie must have some kind of psychological disorder—what was it called again? "Yandere"? No wonder she acted this way toward the male lead. Thinking about it now, it was terrifying.
Thankfully, there was no one like that around him. Otherwise, he’d be in deep trouble.
With that thought, Ye Feng exhaled softly, feeling much more at ease. But then he realized something odd—Su Yuxin, who had been munching on popcorn nonstop before the movie started, had gone completely silent.
Had she gotten too absorbed in the film?
Ye Feng discreetly glanced at her, and what he saw nearly scared him to death.
Su Yuxin’s lips curled into an eerie smile, her eyes wide and unblinking as she stared straight at him. The popcorn in her hand hovered mid-air, as if all her attention was laser-focused on him.
"Ye~ Feng~ Ge~ge~"
She drawled his name in a spine-chilling tone, her voice sending a frosty, needle-like sensation prickling across his skin.
Instinctively, Ye Feng recoiled, nearly jumping out of his seat—but in that same instant, Su Yuxin’s small hand clamped down on his wrist.
"Hehe, did I scare you, Ye Feng gege?"
"Yuxin, you—"
Only when he heard her normal tone did Ye Feng snap out of it. He turned his head fully, only to see Su Yuxin grinning mischievously, clearly amused at his reaction. Embarrassment and frustration flared inside him.
"You little brat! Even daring to mess with your teacher now?"
Realizing he’d fallen for her act, Ye Feng slumped back into his seat and raised a hand, ready to deliver a playful chop to her mischievous little head. But Su Yuxin, anticipating his move, quickly stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
"Hey—! Mmmph! Yu—Xin!"
Ye Feng felt an avalanche of popcorn being shoved into his mouth.
Crunch, crunch, mmmph...
Su Yuxin covered her mouth, giggling silently. A sense of foreboding crept over Ye Feng, but with his mouth full, he had no choice but to chew and swallow the popcorn while weakly raising a hand to stop her.
Crunch, crunch... "Yuxin, stop!"
Finally free to speak after swallowing the last of the popcorn, Ye Feng immediately protested.
But Su Yuxin had already seen it coming. Hugging the popcorn bucket to her chest, she leaned away, her eyes scrunched up in delight as she lost herself in her own little world.
Delicious... the taste of popcorn... so, so delicious!
Meanwhile, the movie screen erupted with a deafening sound—the male lead’s agonized scream.
"Good grief, you little menace!"
Ye Feng, realizing he was too slow, quickly fished out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her.
"Yuxin, wipe your hands right now! How could you do that?!"
"Haah~ ♡"
Only after snapping out of her daze did Su Yuxin take the tissue and start cleaning her hands. Despite the excitement bubbling inside her, she put on a faux-pout.
"Hmph, I already let you have a bite of my popcorn. Isn’t that enough? The rest is mine—no sharing with Ye Feng gege!"
"Who cares about the popcorn?! Yuxin, since when do you feed people like that?!"
"Strange? Where?"
She tilted her head innocently, shrugging.
"I didn’t do anything strange."
"Of course there’s nothing strange now—you already destroyed the evidence!"
Whoosh.
Right then, the words "The End" flashed across the screen, and the dim theater brightened.
"Eh? It’s over already?"
Su Yuxin deftly changed the subject, hopping off her seat and handing the popcorn bucket to Ye Feng.
"Ye Feng gege, let’s go! I’m gonna wash my hands in the restroom. Be right back~"
Like a gust of wind, she vanished from the theater, leaving Ye Feng sitting alone.
Sigh... this is exactly why I hate going out.
......
Watching Su Yuxin skip merrily down the theater hallway toward him, Ye Feng still couldn’t resist giving her a light flick on the forehead.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Ye Feng gege~"
"Yuxin, you really ought to be more careful from now on, understand? You should act more refined. Even though I’m your teacher, you—"
"Ye Feng gege... do you hate me?"
"—but someone as adorable as you, Yuxin, is even more charming when you’re lively!"
Seeing her eyes well up instantly, Ye Feng hastily backtracked.
"I knew Ye Feng gege would say that~!"
Su Yuxin beamed, looping her arm through his as they walked out of the theater. Not a trace of her earlier sadness remained—her mood swings were truly world-class.
"Yuxin, there’s something I need to tell you."
Once outside, Ye Feng’s expression turned serious again. As much as Su Yuxin’s mischievous antics sometimes put him in awkward spots, he knew she genuinely cared for him. But moments like earlier—where she crossed into overly affectionate territory—reminded him too much of how Li Mucheng had once treated him. That was a line he couldn’t allow to be crossed again.
"Yuxin, you need to remember that you’re not just my student. You’re also the young lady of the Su Group, so in terms of—"
Thud.
Mid-lecture, Su Yuxin suddenly buried her face in his chest, her voice softer now, devoid of its usual playfulness.
"Ye Feng gege, I already know all that. I just... don’t want to keep my distance from you. For me, just having you by my side is more than enough. Today, getting to spend time with you like this... it’s the happiest day I’ve had in so long."
This time, there were no tricks, no teasing—just Su Yuxin resting quietly against him, her demeanor uncharacteristically calm.
"To me, Ye Feng gege isn’t just a tutor. You’re... my closest friend. And the one I... like the most."
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?"
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
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.
