"How is it? Is the wound still hurting?"
Ye Feng glanced at Xie Yuyan, who seemed lost in thought, and asked.
"......"
"Hey, why are you giving me attitude? It's not like I hurt you. If you have grievances, take them out on your enemies. Should good people always be the ones getting pointed at?"
After hearing Ye Feng's words, Xie Yuyan finally turned her head to look at the mask on Ye Feng's face and asked, "Are you really not from the organization?"
"What organization? Speak clearly if you're going to say something."
"You!"
Xie Yuyan gritted her teeth and struggled, but to no avail. Her angry glare showed that she was very dissatisfied with Ye Feng's attitude.
"If you have the guts, untie me! I hope you can still speak so arrogantly then."
Seeing the bandage seeping a bit of blood again, Ye Feng let out a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Suddenly, he felt that Li Mucheng's peculiar temper wasn't so bad after all.
"Don't move around. The bandage needs to be changed."
Ye Feng gradually approached Xie Yuyan, decisively holding down the struggling Xie Yuyan and using scissors to further cut apart the clothes on her abdomen.
"Ah!"
Xie Yuyan was clearly experiencing this for the first time and was almost furious. However, Ye Feng's grip on her was as firm as a pair of iron pliers, making it impossible for her to move.
With his medical skills, Ye Feng quickly re-wrapped the bandage around Xie Yuyan's wound.
"Don't move anymore. If the wound bleeds again, I won't take care of you."
"Why... why did you save me?"
Xie Yuyan slowly began to feel that Ye Feng might really have saved her out of goodwill. When she mentioned her organization earlier, she carefully observed Ye Feng's microexpressions, but found no flaws.
That left only two possibilities: either Ye Feng truly had no idea who she was, or he was hiding very deep. Given his impressive skills, Xie Yuyan was more inclined to suspect the latter.
......
"Haven't you heard the saying 'Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda'? I saved you because I wanted to, got it?"
"Saving me could be very dangerous. Do you know who I am?"
"It doesn't matter who you are. Just stay put here and leave once you're healed."
"What... what?"
"I said, once you're healed, you can leave. I won't have any other intentions towards you."
"You're strange."
Xie Yuyan thought for a long time but couldn't find a better word to describe Ye Feng, ultimately settling on "strange."
"Alright, so we've reached an agreement, right? You stay here and rest quietly, and I won't do anything to you. Once you're healed, you can leave. Deal?"
"Okay."
Xie Yuyan finally said softly and then fell silent.
"Then it's settled. Now, I'll untie you, but don't get any funny ideas."
"......"
At this point, Ye Feng drew a dagger from his waist and cut through the rope binding Xie Yuyan. The moment she was freed, Xie Yuyan grabbed Ye Feng's wrist with one hand and snatched the dagger from his hand, pressing it tightly against his neck.
"Tell me your code name right now, or I'll slit your throat."
Xie Yuyan's killing intent practically oozed out, and it seemed she was about to cut Ye Feng's throat at any second.
"Look, you're rushing things again."
Ye Feng clicked his tongue, not even caring about Xie Yuyan's self-protective reaction. He tossed the bandage to Xie Yuyan, who was glaring at him, and turned to walk towards the living room.
"Change the bandage yourself."
......
Xie Yuyan looked at the bandage that had landed on her thigh and then at Ye Feng, who was busy in the living room. She threw the dagger to the ground, sat on the bed, and buried her head, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Tsk..."
Seeing that there was no movement in the room, Ye Feng knew that Xie Yuyan had let go of her hostility towards him. If she had really dared to stab his throat earlier, Ye Feng would have dealt with her without hesitation. He would never so carelessly entrust his life to someone else. After all, his mission was already complete.
Anyone who stood in the way of his survival would be dealt with by his own hands, because all he wanted was to live.
"What... what's your name?"
While Ye Feng was cooking noodles, Xie Yuyan's weak voice sounded from the bedroom threshold. Her deep blue eyes were gazing at him in the darkness.
"Just call me Ye Feng. You're Xie Yuyan, right?"
"How did you know my name?"
"Do you believe in fate?"
"Hmph..."
"I never lie."
Ye Feng shrugged, letting Xie Yuyan's distrust of him go.
"Go sit at the dining table. The meal is almost ready."
"......"
Xie Yuyan remained standing in the shadows without moving, just staring at Ye Feng's back without saying a word.
"Did you tie the bandage properly?"
"No..."
"Sigh, why are you so stubborn? Can't you just listen for once?"
"I've been listening all my life."
"Then listen one more time."
"Tch."
"Go and re-tie the bandage. The noodles are about to be done."
Ye Feng glanced at the bedroom out of the corner of his eye and noticed that the bright eyes were no longer there, guessing that Xie Yuyan had finally gone to re-tie the bandage.
As Ye Feng placed the noodles on the table, Xie Yuyan slowly walked out of the bedroom. Under the light, her mature and stunning beauty was fully displayed. Her appearance was no less than Li Mucheng's, especially with her exquisite figure, which could be said to be unparalleled. However, Li Mucheng's beauty lay in her art-like appearance, making them both unique in their own ways.
"Did you change the bandage?"
Xie Yuyan gave Ye Feng a sideways glance and then found the farthest chair to sit down.
"Eat the noodles. Though my cooking isn't that great."
Xie Yuyan looked at the noodles on the table and then at Ye Feng. Only after Ye Feng picked up his chopsticks and started eating did she begin to eat as well.
"Slurp... slurp..."
"How is it? Is the taste off?"
"No... no."
"If you need more, just tell me, and I'll cook some more."
"You... have we met before?"
"I told you, it's fate. I saved you because I wanted to save you. Got it? Ugh, this mask is so uncomfortable to eat with."
At this point, Ye Feng removed his mask. Xie Yuyan, who was in the middle of eating, suddenly bit off a piece of noodle and stared intently at the true face of the man in front of her.
A handsome face appeared before her. Despite having seen countless good-looking men as a killer and maintaining a heart as calm as a still lake, Xie Yuyan felt ripples stir within her upon seeing Ye Feng.
It was as if a stone had been thrown into the lake, creating waves that couldn't be calmed for a long time.
"You're about to drop the noodles from your mouth."
!!!!!!
Xie Yuyan was startled by Ye Feng's words and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. This was the first time she had ever lost her composure, and it was truly embarrassing!
However, for some reason, after seeing Ye Feng's true face, Xie Yuyan felt something tickling her heart, something she couldn't quite describe. But whatever it was, she didn't dislike it.

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

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?"