"Because of me..."
Seeing Li Mucheng's intense gaze fixed upon him, Ye Feng could roughly guess what she wanted to say. He pointed a finger at himself.
"What do you think, teacher?"
"......"
Noticing Ye Feng's silence, Li Mucheng didn’t spell it out directly. Instead, she continued to question him.
She wanted to see his reaction firsthand.
"So that's how it is..."
Ye Feng understood that Li Mucheng’s words were practically confirming the answer for him. He never imagined that he was the one who had truly damaged the friendship between Li Mucheng and Su Yuxin.
"But... why would that happen? Was it because I was tutoring you that caused your relationship to fall apart?"
"It wasn’t because of the tutoring... It was because... you’re special."
"Special? I’m just an ordinary person—what’s so special about me?"
Ye Feng let out a self-deprecating laugh, clearly skeptical of her answer. But seeing Li Mucheng’s unwavering expression, his smile froze.
"You’re special because you mean something different to us. Just like you always say—everyone sees things differently, so the results they get will vary too."
Hearing Li Mucheng’s words, Ye Feng’s emotions grew even more complicated. But considering that one of his students was right beside him, he couldn’t afford to be overly emotional. Since this conflict stemmed from him, he also had the responsibility to resolve it.
"Li Mucheng, I have a favor to ask. Would you be willing?"
"Of course I’ll agree!"
Li Mucheng answered without hesitation.
"Whatever you ask of me, teacher, I’ll do it. No matter what it is~"
"R-Really...?"
Ye Feng paused. There was something oddly suggestive in her tone, but her expression remained completely serious.
Maybe I’m overthinking it. Li Mucheng has always been quietly supporting me—why would I even suspect anything?
Shaking off the distracting thoughts, he continued, "I’d like you to come with me to Su Yuxin’s house this Thursday. Would that be okay?"
"Go to Su Yuxin’s house? Do you want me to make up with her?"
"Yes. Since you two were once good friends, and your relationship broke down because of me, I feel obligated to mend it. Otherwise, I’d never forgive myself."
Ye Feng’s eyes burned with determination, though he also regretted secretly tutoring Su Yuxin before.
If I had just told Li Mucheng openly, maybe their friendship wouldn’t have fallen apart.
Even now, he still hadn’t realized that the issue wasn’t the tutoring itself—it was him.
"Hmm..."
Li Mucheng closed her beautiful eyes, thinking for a long moment before finally nodding.
"Alright, teacher. I’ll go with you."
"Whew... That’s a relief."
Ye Feng let out a sigh of relief. To him, Li Mucheng’s agreement meant she still cherished her bond with Su Yuxin—there was still hope for reconciliation.
But Li Mucheng’s reasons for agreeing were far different. In her eyes, Su Yuxin was nothing more than a sneaky vixen trying to steal what was hers.
The only reason she agreed was because she would give Ye Feng anything he asked for—even herself. Now that she had him physically, the next step was winning his heart.
She didn’t love him just for his handsome appearance—though that was part of it. What truly drew her in was his heart.
He was the one who lit up my world when everything was dark. He was the one who gave me a new life.
As for Su Yuxin, Li Mucheng knew her all too well. The reason they had been close friends in the first place was because they were so similar. Ye Feng had merely been the spark that ignited their rivalry.
Now that she knew Ye Feng was tutoring Su Yuxin, she wasn’t foolish enough to let them be alone together. That would be like handing over her prize to someone else.
Fortunately, Ye Feng is only close with me right now. A latecomer like Su Yuxin could never catch up to our relationship.
With just one rival, winning him over will be easy.
"Don’t worry, Li Mucheng. I’ll make sure you and Su Yuxin reconcile."
"Then I’ll leave it to you, teacher~"
The two smiled at each other, each harboring entirely different thoughts...
......
"Hngh!"
Shen Mengli gripped the armrests of her wheelchair, straining to push herself up. But just as she managed to stand for a brief moment, her legs gave out, and she collapsed back onto the seat.
"Hah... Hah..."
She reached down, rubbing her thighs, but she didn’t seem discouraged by her failure.
"Good... This time, I managed to stand for a little while without Ye Feng’s help. If I keep this up, my legs will recover soon."
A faint smile curled on her lips, her hopeful eyes already picturing herself standing tall.
"Once I can walk again, I’ll go everywhere with Ye Feng! We’ll do so many things together! But first... I need to pull his heart toward me. Lately, it feels like he’s been avoiding me..."
"Never mind. It’s getting late. I should send him a message and see how he’s doing. Sooner or later, those sneaky vixens will get what they deserve."
Just as she pulled out Ye Feng’s phone—warmed against her chest—a sudden wave of dizziness struck. Before she could react, her vision blurred into darkness.
"Wh-What’s... happening?"
Before she could process it, she found herself lying on Ye Feng’s bed, curled up in his arms. But his face was frozen in horror as he stared at the doorway.
"Ye Feng? What’s wrong?"
Her heart clenched at his terrified expression. She patted his cheek, but he didn’t respond. Puzzled, she slowly followed his gaze toward the door—and what she saw stunned her.
A tall, slender figure stood there, silently watching them. Though she couldn’t see the person’s face, the aura radiating from them was unmistakably dangerous.
In that instant, Shen Mengli’s hearing vanished. All she could see was the shadow’s lips moving slightly, as if whispering something.
Then—
A sharp blade came flying straight for her throat.

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 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.

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]