"Xie Yuyan? Xie Yuyan?"
Ye Feng called out several times to Xie Yuyan, who seemed lost in her own world, completely absorbed. Yet, she gave no response. Though Xie Yuyan appeared blissful at the moment, his wound certainly wasn’t.
By now, he could clearly feel blood seeping from his abdomen. If he didn’t stop the bleeding soon, the injury might worsen—something he absolutely didn’t want. To snap Xie Yuyan out of her daze, Ye Feng had no choice but to reach out and shake her shoulder. But just as his hand moved toward her, her body instinctively flinched away, leading to an awkward mishap.
"Mmm~"
A soft moan escaped, and Ye Feng was left speechless by what he saw. In that moment, he had grasped fate—the fate of whether he would survive.
"Eep~"
Xie Yuyan, already flushed, quickly realized the situation. Without a second thought for Ye Feng’s heartfelt words, she glanced down, then back at his stunned expression.
"I never expected... Ye Feng, you’d be so impatient~ This is so unlike your usual composed self."
"N-no, it’s not like that! This was completely accidental."
Ye Feng hastily withdrew his hand, though the sheer impact of what had just happened still echoed in his mind.
"An accident, huh~ Such a bold accident is quite surprising, even to me~"
Xie Yuyan bit her lower lip, gazing coyly at Ye Feng. The shadows in her heart had been entirely dispelled by his genuine sincerity.
"Ah...!"
She had meant to lean into Ye Feng’s chest, but when her hand accidentally brushed against his abdomen, she saw him wince, his brows furrowing in pain.
"Ye Feng?"
Instantly dropping her flirtatious demeanor, Xie Yuyan’s concern took over. To her, Ye Feng would always come first—even before herself. As long as he didn’t cross her boundaries, she wouldn’t lose control.
Her eyes darted downward, spotting the crimson stain rapidly spreading across his T-shirt. Her first thought was confirmed: his wound had reopened. Without a word, she leaped off the couch, barefoot, and dashed toward the bedroom.
"Whew... that almost killed me..."
Relieved by the sudden absence of pressure, Ye Feng exhaled. But the bleeding from his abdomen hadn’t stopped.
"Where did Xie Yuyan run off to now? I was just about to ask her to grab some gauze..."
As he muttered to himself, Xie Yuyan reappeared in a flash, medical kit in hand, and was at his side in an instant.
"Xie Yuyan? Why the rush?"
"Your wound reopened... I’m sorry... Let me take care of it right away..."
Her words spilled out in a flurry, but her hands moved with precision, swiftly changing his bandages and applying fresh medication.
......
"Ye Feng... I’m sorry..."
"It’s fine. Just a little blood loss. Now that it’s bandaged, it’ll be okay."
Watching Xie Yuyan crouch by the bed, staring at him, Ye Feng couldn’t help but chuckle. Her mood swings were lightning-fast—one wrong word, and she’d explode like a powder keg. Yet, he could sense that deep down, she truly cared for him.
"That’s not okay! Blood is precious. We can’t waste it... Ah! I won’t let you get hurt again."
"Are you a vampire or something...?"
"Mmm..."
Seeing her hesitate, Ye Feng knew she had something else to say. "What is it, Xie Yuyan? Still thinking about something?"
"It’s nothing major... Just... about tonight... sleeping..."
"Let’s sleep together."
"I knew it... Huh?"
Xie Yuyan had been about to stand and leave, but Ye Feng’s unexpected reply froze her in place.
"Y-Ye Feng, what did you say? Sleep together?!"
"What’s wrong? You were the one who brought it up. Now that I’m agreeing, you’re backing out?"
"N-no! Of course I’m willing! I just... didn’t expect..."
"You didn’t expect me to agree so easily, right?"
Ye Feng voiced her thoughts before she could. Xie Yuyan looked at him in surprise, then lowered her head with a slight nod. "Yeah."
"As long as you’re okay with it..."
This was Ye Feng’s indirect way of compromising. He knew he had no other choice—balancing her emotions and his injury left him little room to refuse.
"Of course I’m okay with it! Then let’s rest soon, Ye Feng! Sleeping early helps wounds heal faster!"
"Xie Yuyan, wait—"
Before he could finish, Xie Yuyan grabbed his arm, pulling him up and dragging him toward the bedroom without giving him a chance to react.
......
"Ye Feng, rest for a bit. I’ll go freshen up~"
After tucking the blanket around him, Xie Yuyan turned to leave.
"After all that happened today, I should wash off the grime, right?"
"Mm... I’ll sleep first then... Call me if you need anything."
Fatigue from his injury washed over Ye Feng, and drowsiness took hold. Today had drained him completely—he needed proper rest.
"Got it~"
Xie Yuyan smiled softly as she watched Ye Feng’s eyes slowly close, as if anticipating something wonderful. She turned off the bedroom light and headed to the bathroom. The scent of blood still clung to her; she couldn’t risk it disturbing him.
"Shhh..."
The sound of the shower running lulled Ye Feng into a hazy state.
"Rustle... rustle..."
Huh? Is that Shen Mengli?
Half-asleep, Ye Feng felt warmth press against his shoulder. The familiar sensation made him think it was Shen Mengli, who used to sleep beside him. Just as he was about to tell her to move away, realization struck, and he bit back his words, forcing his eyes open.
"X-Xie Yuyan?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
