"Mm..."
Early in the morning, Xie Yuyan drowsily opened her calm eyes. She had thought lying on Ye Feng's bed would carry the warmth of home, but now this imagined home felt strangely unfamiliar—like a cuckoo occupying another's nest, leaving her unsettled.
"Ye Feng..."
Still half-asleep, Xie Yuyan sat up and glanced at the mess on the floor, her heart numb. After last night's investigation, she pieced together clues suggesting Ye Feng hadn't been gone long—as if he'd left for some purpose. The woman beside him wasn't his student, meaning she must have entered his life after Xie Yuyan's departure.
"A sneaky little cat... how disgusting!"
The words spilled from her lips, her face twisted in revulsion.
"It seems Ye Feng has no idea I've returned... Well then, I'll just wait here for my prey."
With that, Xie Yuyan stepped onto Shen Mengli's blanket, pulling a dagger from its cotton-filled depths before sliding it back into her waistband. Stretching her graceful figure, she licked her lips, stained with blood. Unconsciously, she had bitten them raw upon detecting the intruder's presence, the metallic taste the only thing that kept her rage in check.
"Now... I'll erase every trace in this house that doesn't belong to me and Ye Feng!"
She let out a soft, alluring laugh, her tone dripping with charm—yet her dark eyes burned with murderous intent.
......
"Mengli? Mengli?"
Ye Feng poked Shen Mengli's delicate cheek as she buried her face in his chest. Like a child refusing to wake, she nuzzled deeper into him, still exhausted from last night's nightmares.
After a few more futile prods, Ye Feng gave up. Just as he moved to get up and pack, Shen Mengli's eyes snapped open. In a flash, she pounced, pinning him down beneath her.
"Xiao Feng... do you realize you've awakened a sleeping beast?"
Her silver hair cascaded around them like a waterfall, enclosing the two in their own intimate world.
Ye Feng gazed up at her, his heart fluttering as if tickled by a kitten's paws. Quickly, he tried to free his hands. "Sorry, Mengli—go back to sleep. I shouldn’t have disturbed you. Now get off, I need to pack."
Shen Mengli wasn’t about to let him escape. As Ye Feng reached to lift her, she slithered like an eel, pressing herself against his chest.
Dodging his grasp, she cupped his face as usual and sealed his lips with a kiss.
"Mengli, wait—mmph—!"
Ye Feng had anticipated this. He’d even tried to stop her with a stern tone, but his words were smothered before he could finish.
"Mmm~"
A tingling current surged through Ye Feng’s body as Shen Mengli clung to him. His mind fogged with desire, her scent overwhelming every sense. Just as he teetered on the edge, the slight parting of his teeth snapped him back to reality like a bucket of ice water.
"Mengli!"
He gripped her shoulders and pushed her onto the mattress, seizing the chance to stand. The ghost of her kiss lingered on his lips, tempting him to surrender.
"Mm~"
Shen Mengli lay sprawled on the bed, dazed and breathless, still lost in the haze of their kiss.
Seeing her like this, Ye Feng swallowed his scolding—it’d be pointless. With a resigned sigh, he headed for the door.
Walking through the hotel restaurant, Ye Feng pulled up his system interface, focusing on Xie Yuyan’s progress bar. Overnight, it remained frozen at 99%.
The gallery’s exploration stats hadn’t budged either. He combed through every accessible system detail but found no changes.
"Tch. This is like searching for a needle in a haystack. If only I could find Xie Yuyan—maybe then I’d get answers."
As he dismissed the interface, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
"Huh? Who’d call at this hour?"
Curious, he checked the screen—an unknown number.
"Who is this? Some telemarketer?"
He answered, pressing the phone to his ear. "Hello? Who’s this?"
"......"
Silence. Only the faint drip of water echoed on the other end.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
He tried again, but the line stayed dead.
Click.
Before Ye Feng could hang up, the call disconnected first. He shrugged. "Wrong number, I guess."
......
"Drip..."
Xie Yuyan lowered the phone from her ear. Moments later, the bathroom door creaked open, steam swirling as a voluptuous figure emerged. Crimson hair dripped down her bare shoulders.
"Hehe, so it really was Ye Feng’s voice~ Seems he’s still clueless about my return. Perfect. I can’t wait to hear his cries of apology—it’ll be music to my ears~"
Her hands rose to her cheeks, her eyes glinting with madness and hunger.
"Oh, I know you’ve got your secrets and tricks, Ye Feng... but I’ll uncover every last one. No matter how many cards you hold, I’ll tear them to shreds. And when you’re left defenseless..."
Her tongue flicked over her lips.
"...I’ll devour you whole."
"Drip... drip..."
......
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.”
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
