"Mengli... This isn’t quite appropriate, maybe we should..."
Feeling the warmth radiating from Shen Mengli's thigh, Ye Feng couldn’t deny how much he was enjoying it. But Shen Mengli hadn’t fully recovered yet, and he worried this might burden her.
Just as Ye Feng was about to sit up, Shen Mengli gently pressed her hands against his head, holding him in place.
"Mengli?"
Ye Feng looked at her in confusion, clearly puzzled by her actions.
"Xiao Feng."
Shen Mengli called his name softly, then smiled at him.
"You know, Xiao Feng, it’s okay for you to rely on me a little more when you need to. Even if I can’t help much, as long as it’s something you need, I’ll do everything I can for you."
With that, she cupped his face in her hands. Before Ye Feng could react, she leaned in closer, her cascading white hair obscuring his surroundings, leaving only her beautiful face in his vision.
"Mengli..."
"Will you promise me, Xiao Feng?"
"I... I promise."
"Mmm~ Hearing you say that makes me so happy~"
Shen Mengli then lowered herself further, pressing her lips lightly against his in a fleeting kiss.
Though the contact was brief, the lingering sweetness of her lips left a faint fragrance on Ye Feng’s mouth.
"Consider this kiss our promise, okay~"
"......"
Ye Feng stared at her, momentarily speechless, as if she were a painting too exquisite to disturb. He had no idea how to respond.
"Xiao Feng?"
"Ah? Oh! Sorry, Mengli, I should go prepare the ingredients for dinner."
"Alright~"
Watching him hurry away, deliberately avoiding her gaze, Shen Mengli didn’t stop him. Instead, she smiled tenderly, satisfied with his reaction. Her plan had worked.
If she could slowly carve out a place in Ye Feng’s heart, then one day, when he felt lost, it would be her name he called out, wouldn’t it?
"Haah..."
Ye Feng exhaled deeply, staring at the running water in the sink.
What’s wrong with me? Why am I becoming so weak-willed? I wasn’t like this before...
I have to stay firm. I can’t let myself fall. I can’t hurt them. Absolutely not.
Closing his eyes, flashes of the girls he’d grown close to flooded his mind, their shared moments merging into a torrent that surged deep into his heart.
What... should I do?
......
"Old Li, why the long face? Did something happen?"
At the evening banquet, Su Wanli, as usual, sought out Li Jing for a casual chat.
"Ah, Old Su, you’ve really landed me in trouble this time."
Li Jing’s expression darkened further as he looked at Su Wanli.
Earlier, he’d received a report from Ah Fu about Li Mucheng’s reaction. It was clear that all the goodwill he’d painstakingly built up had been wiped out in an instant. He knew his daughter too well—when Li Mucheng appeared calm, it meant the situation was dire.
"What did I do? Are you having business troubles? How is that my fault?"
"Don’t play dumb. Not long ago, Mucheng found out about Ye Feng tutoring Yu Xin. According to Ah Fu, she’s furious."
"What?! Mucheng knows?!"
Su Wanli nearly dropped his wine glass, barely catching it in time. His face mirrored Li Jing’s worry.
"We agreed to keep this under wraps, but now there’s no fixing it. No room for negotiation."
Li Jing sighed deeply, then turned to Su Wanli, who was frowning in thought.
"Well? Aren’t you going to say something? You were full of ideas before."
"Old Li... I’m at a loss too. You’re her father—you know Mucheng’s temper better than anyone."
Seeing Su Wanli at a loss for words, Li Jing waved his hand dismissively. "Fine. So you’re leaving me to clean up this mess alone."
"Look, I had no choice! Yu Xin insisted, and how could I say no?"
Su Wanli’s voice grew quieter, his guilt evident.
"Who’d have thought that kid would be so charming? Even Yu Xin, who’s always been so well-behaved, has become so mischievous lately..."
"Uncle Su, Teacher Ye is not a 'kid.'"
A cold voice cut through the air from behind Su Wanli, freezing him mid-sentence.
"Ah! Right, right! My mistake—I shouldn’t have misspoken."
Su Wanli turned awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as he faced Li Mucheng, who stood there in an elegant black gown.
Dressed for the banquet, Li Mucheng’s attire was understated yet stunning, her poise and beauty making her the most dazzling presence in the room—like a diamond shining in the dark.
"Good evening, Mucheng. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight."
"Good evening, Uncle Su."
Li Mucheng greeted him politely, though her tone remained icy.
"Uh... Mucheng, about this whole situation..."
"It’s alright, Uncle Su. I understand you were just looking out for Yu Xin."
Her expression remained calm, betraying no anger.
"But don’t you think making such a decision without consulting the people involved is a bit... discourteous?"
"Ah... You’re right. I didn’t think it through properly. My apologies."
Su Wanli looked genuinely remorseful.
"No need to worry. Actually, I came tonight hoping to chat with Yu Xin. Is she here?"
"Yes, of course! It’d be great for you two to catch up. If I remember correctly, she’s in the lounge having cake. You should find her there."
"Then I’ll take my leave. Goodbye, Uncle Su. Father... goodbye."
"Take care..."
Li Jing watched Li Mucheng walk away, pressing a hand to his forehead as his breathing grew heavy.
"Old Su... Do you think hiring Ye Feng was the right decision after all?"
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
