Watching a dark silhouette slowly emerge from the apartment building, even the well-trained Ah Fu failed to notice it. If not for the automatic hallway light flickering on, he might still have been apologizing to Ye Feng.
"Ah Fu, who are you calling?"
Li Mucheng's icy voice rang out, sending an involuntary shiver down Ah Fu's spine. Though her expression gave nothing away, Ah Fu, having served as her bodyguard for years, knew all too well that Li Mucheng was like a powder keg at this moment—one tiny spark would ignite an explosion.
"Young Miss, I was just—"
"I won’t ask again."
"I was calling Ye Feng."
Ah Fu instinctively straightened his posture and confessed, adhering to the unspoken rules of his profession.
"Oh? So late at night, and the teacher still has the mood for small talk? Could it be he’s celebrating after deceiving me?"
Li Mucheng let out a cold laugh, her dark, fathomless eyes resembling a stagnant swamp—anyone who stepped into it would slowly sink and be consumed.
She extended her hand toward Ah Fu, her silent demand unmistakable: she wanted his phone.
"Uh... cough..."
Ah Fu feigned discomfort, clearing his throat before obediently handing the phone over.
Li Mucheng knew exactly what game Ah Fu was playing—sending a signal to Ye Feng. But none of that mattered now.
"What’s wrong, Teacher? Why call at this hour?"
Hearing Li Mucheng’s voice, Ye Feng faltered, at a loss for words. He hadn’t expected her to be here.
"Ah... Good evening, Mucheng. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Good evening, Teacher."
Li Mucheng maintained her poise, greeting him politely before her tone turned glacial—so cold that even through the phone, Ye Feng felt a chill seep into his bones.
"It’s already so late. Isn’t it improper for you to disturb me now? Whatever it is, let’s discuss it tomorrow, alright?"
"Mucheng, actually, all of this—"
"Teacher."
Li Mucheng cut him off, unwilling—or perhaps unable—to hear his explanation.
"Tomorrow... We’ll talk... Alright?"
"......"
Ye Feng realized the gentle Li Mucheng he once knew was gone. Reluctantly, he acquiesced.
"Fine. Understood."
"Good. I expect you to be punctual. Goodnight, Teacher."
"Goodnight... Mucheng..."
The call ended abruptly, leaving Ye Feng to exhale in relief, his nerves finally uncoiling. Staring out at the night, his thoughts were a tangled mess.
This is bad. Really bad. But why is Mucheng reacting so strongly? Isn’t Yu Xin her close friend?
His agitation grew, an invisible hand tightening around his heart, suffocating him.
What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel so uneasy? Maybe I’m just exhausted...
Drip... drip...
The sound of water droplets snapped him out of his thoughts. Turning, he saw Shen Mengli standing there, clad in the white dress he’d recently bought her. Her damp silver hair cascaded like a shimmering galaxy down her shoulders.
"Mengli, you’re done showering?"
"Mm. You looked troubled, so I came to check. Is everything alright?"
Hugging the teddy bear she’d taken from the couch, Shen Mengli spoke softly, every movement cautious. An inexplicable intuition told her Ye Feng was inching toward a precipice—unaware of the danger ahead.
"Of course, everything’s fine."
Gazing at his little angel, Ye Feng’s unease gradually settled. Pocketing his phone, he headed back inside.
"Come on, let’s dry your hair."
"Mm..."
Disappointment flickered in Shen Mengli’s eyes when he avoided sharing his thoughts, but she mustered a smile. She understood—what he needed now was silence.
Whirr...
As the hairdryer hummed to life, warm air tousled her silky strands.
Basking in the warmth and Ye Feng’s gentle strokes, Shen Mengli tilted her head slightly, swaying like a contented kitten. Even his lightest touch could brighten her entire day.
Click.
Once satisfied her hair was thoroughly dry, Ye Feng turned off the dryer.
"All done. You should head to bed. I’ll take a shower soon."
"Okay. Thank you, Xiao Feng."
"No problem. Sleep well?"
"Mm! Goodnight."
After exchanging goodnights, Shen Mengli wheeled herself into the bedroom. Normally, she’d insist on Ye Feng carrying her to bed, but tonight, she wouldn’t trouble him further.
So pretty...
Clutching the crystal hairpin in her palm, Shen Mengli smiled blissfully. At the orphanage, the most she’d ever used was the director’s hair tie—luxuries like this were beyond her dreams.
Though she’d initially protested when Ye Feng gave it to her, what girl could resist something that made her feel beautiful—especially when it was for someone she adored?
"I’ll treasure this forever..."
The memory of Ye Feng handing her the hairpin flashed in her mind. Carefully placing it on the nightstand, she hugged her teddy bear and climbed into bed.
"Mm..."
Only after hearing the shower running did she inch toward Ye Feng’s side of the bed, slipping under his blanket...
Sigh...
Fresh from the shower, Ye Feng toweled off and exhaled heavily. Today was a disaster. Tomorrow’s lesson with Li Mucheng will be nothing but resentment. Collapsing onto the couch, he stared blankly at the ceiling.
What a mess...
Just as he’d resolved the issue with Yu Xin, he’d stumbled into another with Li Mucheng—and his peace offering hadn’t even reached her. Worst of all, Li Mucheng wasn’t as easily placated as others. After making so much progress, he’d undone it all in one fell swoop.
Exhausting doesn’t even begin to cover it.

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?"

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)