Dream Li, did you misunderstand what I just said?
Ye Feng looked helplessly at Shen Mengli, who was full of anticipation.
"What I meant was, Mengli, even though you're wary of everything, this particular matter isn’t something to worry about. But you should also know there’s still goodness in this world."
"I know that."
Shen Mengli met Ye Feng’s gaze, her voice sweet.
"Xiao Feng... is the most important person to me. The best part of my world."
"Mengli, you..."
"That’s why I want to protect you properly! I absolutely won’t lose you, so Xiao Feng, promise you won’t lose me either, okay?"
Shen Mengli interrupted him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears by the end. It was clear she already knew her words were just a feeble attempt to hold onto Ye Feng’s affection.
At that moment, Ye Feng’s large hand gently rested on Shen Mengli’s head. Watching this girl—whom he had brought home, who had gradually opened her heart after so much confusion—filled him with warmth.
"Okay."
"Mhm."
Shen Mengli was clearly satisfied with his answer. Slowly, she leaned toward him, resting her head on his shoulder. When he didn’t move, she let her full weight settle against him.
"Xiao Feng... what are you going to do with these clothes?"
"Ah, these... I’ll probably wear them. After all, it’s Yu Xin’s kind gesture. Besides, she’s just as cute and sensible as you are. Maybe I should introduce you two sometime? I’m sure you’d get along."
"Really? I’m curious to meet this Sister Yu Xin."
Shen Mengli nodded slightly, though she knew competing with a wealthy heiress was impossible. But Ye Feng was her one and only. No matter what, she wouldn’t let anyone take him away. If she couldn’t protect him, she’d make sure no one else could hurt him either.
"Mengli, it’s about time. I should go wash the dishes. Do you mind sitting here for a bit?"
"Okay~"
Obediently, Shen Mengli pulled her head back, watching Ye Feng’s retreating figure while clutching the hem of her skirt tightly.
If... if only I could stand up... maybe Xiao Feng would like me a little more?
Why... why did he stop mid-sentence earlier? I have this strange feeling—like he wanted to say something about my legs.
......
"Young Miss, you must stay calm! My investigation is still preliminary. We can’t confirm whether Ye Feng and Su Yuxin have any connection yet, so there’s still room for—"
"Hmph."
Li Mucheng’s icy snort cut off Ah Fu’s attempts to dissuade her.
"Room? What room is left? I know Su Yuxin all too well. The moment she saw Teacher, she was jumping around like an excited monkey. And now they’ve been spotted together? It’s obvious she found out about him... after I did!"
On the other end of the call, Li Mucheng gripped her bedsheet tightly, the joy she’d felt earlier about Ye Feng’s upcoming lesson evaporating instantly.
Hearing the growing chill in her voice, Ah Fu tried again to calm her.
"Y-Young Miss, actually—"
Click.
Before he could finish, Li Mucheng hung up. Sensing disaster, Ah Fu immediately dialed Ye Feng’s number.
This is bad! Is the Young Miss planning to— No, no! This will end in disaster!
Ring... "Sorry, the number you are calling is currently busy..."
The busy tone felt like a plunge into an icy abyss. Ah Fu’s hand fell limply to his side.
"It’s over..."
......
"Hello? Mucheng? What’s up so late?"
Ye Feng, who had just finished washing the dishes, was chatting with Shen Mengli on the couch when the phone rang, shattering the peaceful atmosphere. Shen Mengli glared at the device, resentment clear in her eyes.
"Good evening, Teacher. I called because there’s something I’d like to ask you."
Li Mucheng’s tone was calm, but Ye Feng couldn’t shake the feeling there was something unspoken beneath her words.
"Uh... maybe wait until tomorrow’s lesson?"
"That’s not up to you, Teacher. I want my answer now."
In an instant, her voice turned frigid—just like when they’d first met.
"Then... go ahead. What’s so urgent?"
"You already know, Teacher."
She paused, as if waiting for him to fill in the blanks.
"If you tell me now, maybe nothing will happen~"
"......"
Ye Feng fell silent. Only when he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve did he snap back to reality.
Seeing Shen Mengli’s worried expression, he gave her a reassuring nod. But she could clearly see the tension in his face. Her dislike for this "Mucheng" grew, but so did her concern for Ye Feng.
"Sorry, Mucheng. I really don’t know what you’re getting at."
"I see... Teacher has been bewitched by her, hasn’t he?"
Her voice grew faint, as if she’d given up on something.
Staring at the fox mask in her hand, Li Mucheng’s vision blurred.
Why? Why would you lie to me, Teacher? The one who should be by your side is me! Why are you teaching Su Yuxin? And why are you protecting her...
No! Teacher must be under some kind of coercion—or temptation! He risked his life to save me. That proves he cares. It has to be that!
"Hey... Teacher, have you been secretly teaching someone else behind my back?"
Suddenly, she shifted the topic.
"Of course not! You know you’re my only student right now."
Ye Feng answered instantly. Su Yuxin had made him promise not to tell Li Mucheng—though he didn’t understand why. Afraid hesitation would betray him, he didn’t pause for even a second.
No good, no good at all~
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
