"Hmm~"
As evening fell, Xie Yuyan hummed a cheerful tune while cooking dinner. Today was undoubtedly the happiest day she'd had in a while.
Just then, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared behind her. Xie Yuyan's pale blue eyes flickered with awareness, sensing someone's approach, yet she continued her task without pause.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands slipped around her waist. Feeling them, Xie Yuyan couldn't suppress a secret thrill in her heart.
Oh my, has my dear Ye Feng finally come to his senses? she thought. Well then, I should play along and not disappoint him~
With that in mind, Xie Yuyan deliberately leaned back slightly, intending to melt into Ye Feng's embrace. But in the blink of an eye—he vanished.
"Huh?"
Confused, she turned around to see what Ye Feng was up to, only to find him staring right back at her.
"What's wrong, Yuyan? Weren't you making dinner?"
Seeing his innocent expression, Xie Yuyan gritted her teeth in frustration. With a sultry tone, she purred, "Ye Feng, are you teasing me? Sneaking up on me like that and then trying to slip away?"
"Huh? What are you talking about... Xie Yuyan, what are you doing?"
Baffled by her words, Ye Feng opened his mouth to explain, but Xie Yuyan was already sauntering toward him with slow, deliberate steps.
"Of course, I'm going to~"
She tilted her delicate chin up, her beautiful eyes narrowing into mesmerizing crescents. Just as she was about to reach him, Ye Feng hastily blurted out the truth.
"Xie Yuyan, I was just tying your apron! You misunderstood!"
"Eh? Tying... my apron?"
At his words, Xie Yuyan froze, then glanced down in surprise. Sure enough, an apron she hadn't noticed before was now neatly fastened around her waist.
"Yeah, cooking involves a lot of oil and smoke. I figured I'd help you out."
Though Xie Yuyan's face fell slightly, Ye Feng could sense her gaze lingering on him from the corner of her eye—a clear sign that danger still loomed. Seizing the moment, he bolted toward the front door.
"X-Xie Yuyan, I just remembered I forgot something! I’ll run downstairs and be right back!"
"Alright, I'll be waiting for you at home, Ye Feng~"
Xie Yuyan didn't question his sudden departure. After all, she had already taken precautions. These days, acquiring tracking or surveillance devices was child's play. She had long since tampered with Ye Feng's phone—now, all she needed to do was glance at her own phone to monitor his every move.
With a confident smirk, she pulled her phone from her pocket. "Now then, let’s see what you 'forgot,' Ye Feng~ I hope you don’t disappoint me... or I might have to make you recuperate for a while longer."
Watching the blinking red dot on her screen, she nodded in satisfaction.
"Looks like Ye Feng is still in the elevator—he hasn’t moved much. Might as well listen in and see if he’s hiding anything from me~"
She tapped the red dot. Static crackled briefly before a faint voice came through.
"Huh? Why is the audio so low? I tested this earlier—the reception was crystal clear. Did it get wet?"
After fiddling with the settings, she maxed out the volume.
"That should do it."
Just as she murmured to herself, a familiar voice echoed back.
[That should do it.]
"W-What?!"
Xie Yuyan’s eyes widened in horror. She flung her phone onto the couch and sprinted toward the bedroom, dread coiling in her chest.
The moment she burst in, her worst fear was confirmed—Ye Feng’s phone lay motionless on the nightstand.
"H-He didn’t... take it? Why... why didn’t he bring his phone?"
The excitement in her heart evaporated, replaced by icy numbness. Her smile faded as if doused by cold water.
"You promised... you’d stay with me... always. No wonder you left your phone behind—you were trying to lower my guard and escape, weren’t you?"
"Why... after I trusted you so much... why would you lie to me? Why, why..."
Her voice trembled, muttering incoherently as if possessed. Her entire body stiffened like a lifeless machine.
Then, the room plunged into dead silence—broken only by the metallic shing of a blade being drawn...
Click.
At that moment, Ye Feng burst through the front door, panting heavily. Before he could step inside, he froze—Xie Yuyan stood in the doorway, staring at him with hollow eyes.
"Y-Yuyan?!"
One hand hidden behind his back, Ye Feng flinched at her sudden appearance. He had assumed she was still cooking, not lying in wait like this. This complicates things...
With a forced smile, he pulled out the bag he’d been hiding. He had planned a surprise for her, but now... that chance seemed lost.
"Y-Y-Ye Feng?! You... you came back?!"
"Huh? Shouldn’t I have?"
"N-No! That’s not what I meant... I just... didn’t expect you back so soon."
Xie Yuyan clasped her hands behind her back, retreating step by step while forcing a smile. She couldn’t let him see the dagger she was gripping...
"Yuyan, are you okay? You sound... off."
Ye Feng shut the door behind him and placed the bag on the dining table.
"Come on, don’t just stand there. Let’s have some cake."
"Eh? C-Cake?"
Her gaze snapped to the bag on the table. Shock made her fingers loosen—the dagger slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor.
Clang.
Xie Yuyan shuddered at the sound, her head bowing in shame like a child caught misbehaving.
"What’s this...?"
Curious, Ye Feng bent down—and froze at the sight of the fallen blade.
"D-Don’t look..."
Her protests were feeble. Once exposed, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
"...I’m sorry."
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?!
