Seeing Su Yuxin’s expression suddenly change, Su Wanli couldn’t help but tense up. Hesitantly, he began, "Yuxin, if you think about it carefully, doesn’t Ye Feng’s attitude toward you seem more like he sees you as a little sister?"
"You’re lying, Dad!"
Su Yuxin’s reaction was immediate, like a kitten with its fur bristling. She glared at Su Wanli with visible anger in her eyes.
"Brother Ye Feng has never thought of me that way! He’s always treated me like a girl!"
"But Yuxin, haven’t you noticed that Ye Feng has been deliberately keeping his distance from you...?"
"No, that’s not true!"
Su Yuxin shut her eyes and shook her head violently, cutting off Su Wanli’s words. Her voice, once confident, now wavered. His words felt like a sharp sword piercing through the illusion she had built in her heart. Fear spread like a widening wound, and her pupils contracted abruptly. Without another word, she turned and ran from the dining table toward her room.
"Yuxin!"
Liu Yue, who had been watching, immediately moved to follow her, but a strong hand gripped her wrist. Turning, she saw Su Wanli’s stern expression as he shook his head at her.
"Let go of me, Wanli! How could you say such things to Yuxin? You’ve never been like this before!"
"Calm down, dear. I didn’t want to say those things to Yuxin either. But Li Jing spoke to me, and after thinking it over, I realized we needed to intervene."
"Intervene?"
Liu Yue shot Su Wanli an annoyed look and pulled her hand free.
"What did Li Jing say? Explain everything to me, from start to finish."
"He told me that the relationship between our niece Mucheng and Yuxin has already soured because of Ye Feng. The reason is simple—"
"Yuxin has feelings for Ye Feng."
Liu Yue, being Su Yuxin’s mother, immediately pinpointed the crux of the matter.
"Yes... And Mucheng also has feelings for Ye Feng. What are we supposed to do? Li Jing and I both know that Ye Feng only sees them as his students, nothing more."
"So you want Yuxin to give up on Ye Feng before she gets hurt?"
"Exactly. I don’t want to see Yuxin in pain. Do you remember when I accidentally broke her favorite toy when she was little?"
"Of course. She cried for ages. If you hadn’t bought her that giant box of strawberry cake, she probably wouldn’t have forgiven you to this day."
At this, Liu Yue finally understood Su Wanli’s dilemma. She sighed and stood on her tiptoes to pull her tall husband into a hug.
"Alright, leave this to me. I’ll talk to Yuxin. You’ve been carrying this burden alone for too long."
"Dear..."
Liu Yue patted Su Wanli’s shoulder gently before turning and heading upstairs toward Su Yuxin’s room.
Knock knock.
"Yuxin? Are you in there?"
Silence.
"Yuxin, if you don’t answer, I’m coming in."
Liu Yue wasn’t about to wait. She opened the door and stepped inside.
The moment she entered, she saw Su Yuxin lying on the bed, her back turned to the door.
"Yuxin?"
Liu Yue closed the door quietly and sat on the edge of the bed, speaking in a soothing tone.
"Yuxin, your father and I are waiting for you to come back and eat. I even brought your favorite dessert today. Let’s eat first, okay?"
"Sniff..."
From beneath the covers, Su Yuxin let out a quiet sob.
"Mom... is what Dad said true?"
"Yuxin, that’s something you should ask yourself."
Liu Yue reached out and gently stroked Su Yuxin’s hair.
"How do you think Ye Feng sees you?"
"I... I’m Brother Ye Feng’s..."
Su Yuxin hesitated. Deep down, she had feelings for Ye Feng, but when it came to defining their relationship, the only roles that came to mind were "student" and "little sister."
"See, Yuxin? If even you aren’t sure, how can Ye Feng possibly understand your feelings?"
Su Yuxin slowly sat up and turned to face Liu Yue, her eyes filled with confusion.
"Mom... what should I do to make Brother Ye Feng understand how I feel?"
"It’s simple—be direct."
"No way! If I confess outright, he’ll definitely reject me! And then... he might even leave me..."
"That’s not what I meant. I’m not telling you to confess outright. Instead, show him your feelings through your actions. Only when he senses your love will he start to see you in a different light."
"R-really?"
Su Yuxin’s emerald eyes sparkled as if she had grasped something crucial. She threw herself into Liu Yue’s arms.
"Mom! Please help me! I want Brother Ye Feng to know how I feel!"
Seeing Su Yuxin’s spirits lift, Liu Yue finally relaxed. She knew her daughter’s personality well and wrapped her arms around her tightly.
"Silly girl, of course I’ll help you. I want you to have the happiness you deserve."
"Mom!"
......
Later that evening...
"What? Ye Feng, you’re really going?"
Xie Yuyan, sitting on the couch, stared at Ye Feng in disbelief.
"Yes. Tomorrow’s my scheduled class, and there’s something important I need to do."
Ye Feng recalled his promise to Li Mucheng—to accompany her to Su Yuxin’s home and help mend their relationship. He couldn’t back out now. Though his injury hadn’t fully healed, as long as he avoided strenuous activity, he’d be fine.
"But... why? Your wound isn’t even healed yet. Why rush back to teaching?"
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!" "......"
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
