"......"
After Ye Feng finished speaking, the other end of the phone fell into complete silence. A few seconds passed with no sound, and Ye Feng wondered if there was a signal issue. He called out Li Mucheng's name.
"Mucheng? Are you still there, Mucheng?"
"......"
"Strange, maybe it's on my end?"
Just as Ye Feng muttered this to himself, he noticed the call had been disconnected.
"Hmm, seems like there was a signal problem."
When Ye Feng tried calling Li Mucheng again, her phone was already turned off.
"Eh?"
"Wh-what's wrong, Xiao Feng?"
Seeing Ye Feng lower his phone, Shen Mengli timidly spoke up. She tilted her head, mirroring his puzzled expression.
"N-nothing, probably just my imagination."
Just as Ye Feng was about to turn off his phone and wait until class the next day to ask Li Mucheng about it, a text message arrived.
"Huh? This is..."
The sender's name read "Ah Fu," and Ye Feng murmured to himself.
"Why would Ah Fu contact me now?"
The moment Ye Feng uttered "Ah Fu," Shen Mengli, who had been sitting quietly beside him, suddenly straightened up as if sensing something. Her small hands tightly gripped Ye Feng's arm, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something.
Ah Fu!!! So he’s finally appeared! Well then... let me see just what kind of person Xiao Feng cares about the most!
Shen Mengli’s expression was terrifyingly intense, her gaze fixed intently on Ye Feng’s phone.
Noticing her unusual reaction, Ye Feng turned to her and asked curiously, "Mengli, why are you so serious all of a sudden? You seem a bit off."
"Who is it?!"
Shen Mengli’s voice rose several octaves, her posture ready for a fight to the death.
"Who is this Ah Fu?! I won’t let them take you away from me!"
"Huh? Mengli, hold on, let me process this."
Ye Feng felt his thoughts completely tangled by her words. What did she mean by "take him away"? And what did Ah Fu have to do with any of it?
"No... Xiao Feng, you can’t be with them! You promised you’d take care of me!"
Shen Mengli’s rapid-fire words sent Ye Feng’s brain into overdrive. Just as she was about to speak again, he quickly cut her off.
"Mengli, wait! Let’s take this slowly, okay? Starting with Ah Fu—why do you think he’d take me away? There’s no connection here."
"Xiao Feng, you’re still making excuses! Ah Fu is at the top of your contacts list, which means he’s the most important person to you! And the way you refer to him is even more affectionate than anyone else. Don’t tell me there’s no connection!"
Having pieced this together, Shen Mengli blurted it all out in one breath, speaking so fast she nearly ran out of air. She clutched Ye Feng’s arm, panting, but her defiant glare never wavered.
"To you, he must be more important than me, right?"
"Mengli, actually..."
"Actually what?!"
"Actually, Ah Fu is a guy."
"I knew it! Xiao Feng, you finally—Huh? A guy?"
After hearing Ye Feng’s explanation, Shen Mengli turned pale, as if struck by lightning. She stood frozen for a long moment before finally speaking again.
"Ah Fu... is a guy?"
"Yeah."
"Wah... Waaah!"
Suddenly, the fierce battle-ready expression crumbled. Shen Mengli collapsed onto the soft couch behind her, her face a picture of despair.
"Why... why wasn’t I born a man?!"
"Huh?!"
Ye Feng was completely baffled by her nonsensical words. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back up.
"Mengli, what are you talking about? What does being a man have to do with anything? Can you explain clearly?"
"Xiao Feng... do you really want me to tear off your last shred of dignity?! I was trying to spare you the embarrassment!"
Seeing Ye Feng still acting clueless, Shen Mengli flew into a rage, shouting at him.
"Now I get it! No wonder you’ve always been so gentle—you like men! But don’t worry, Xiao Feng... even if you like men, I won’t give up!"
"......"
Tears welled up in Shen Mengli’s eyes, clearly heartbroken by this revelation.
Ye Feng pressed one hand over the other, which had formed a "blade," and muttered under his breath, "Don’t lose your temper. This is a misunderstanding. Be like water, calm and still."
"Don’t worry, Xiao Feng, I’ll keep your secret. But... but I still think you should like women. After all, that’s just..."
"Enough is enough!"
Thud
......
"Phew..."
Ye Feng retracted his hand blade, guilt creeping in as he murmured,
"My apologies, my apologies."
"Wah... Xiao Feng, were you trying to silence me?!"
"Mengli, if you say one more word, I won’t hesitate to sew your mouth shut."
"Wah..."
With the situation finally under control, Ye Feng reached out and rubbed Shen Mengli’s forehead. Though he hadn’t hit her hard, a faint redness lingered.
"Sorry, did that hurt? I had no choice—you wouldn’t listen to me."
"Xiao Feng, you’re always bullying me..."
Tears shimmered in Shen Mengli’s eyes, making her look genuinely wronged.
"Sorry, Mengli. I apologize for my outburst. Here, why don’t you hit me back? That’ll make us even."
"Okay! You said it yourself!"
Hearing this offer, Shen Mengli’s pitiful act vanished instantly, replaced by a triumphant grin. It was clear she’d already realized her misunderstanding about Ah Fu—but she hadn’t expected to squeeze another favor out of Ye Feng.
"Sure, Mengli, go ahead. I, Ye Feng, keep my word."
"Good! Then close your eyes first!"
"Close my eyes? Why?"
"Ugh, stop asking questions! Just close them!"
Shen Mengli grew impatient, reaching out to shut Ye Feng’s eyelids herself.
"Fine, fine, I’ll close them."
In the end, Ye Feng had no choice but to play along, slowly shutting his eyes......
(One chapter still owed—will be posted tomorrow.)
Ugh... why are there more and more updates to write? Stop it already!
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.
