"Mm..."
Early in the morning, Ye Feng was suffocated by a heavy pressure pressing down on him. When he woke up, he immediately realized the source of his discomfort.
"Ugh..."
A sharp pain shot through his head, and Ye Feng instinctively raised a hand to his forehead, trying to recall the events of the previous night. But his memory only lingered on the moment Xie Yuyan had pounced on him—everything after that was a chaotic blur.
"Ah..."
Another wave of pain surged from his lower abdomen. When Ye Feng lifted the blanket, he was startled to find that the wound there had reopened, staining the pristine white bandages with fresh blood.
When... when did this wound appear? Why don’t I remember anything about it?
Bewildered, Ye Feng averted his gaze and turned to Xie Yuyan, who was still sleeping soundly beside him. Strands of her hair clung slightly to her skin, glistening with traces of sweat like morning dew on lotus leaves—an enchanting sight.
"Hah..."
Ye Feng quickly looked away, afraid that if he stared any longer, he’d be completely entranced by her allure. He then carefully lifted the blanket, intending to get up and redress his wound.
But the moment he cautiously sat up and tried to stand, a wave of weakness washed over his entire body. Thankfully, his physical conditioning was strong enough to keep him from collapsing.
What... what’s happening to me?
Ye Feng stared in disbelief at his legs, which had momentarily gone numb the second his feet touched the floor.
Yuyan... just what did you do to me last night...?
He strained to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night.
Ten... ten times... a full ten times...
"Gulp."
Ye Feng’s throat tightened as he swallowed hard, glancing back at the still-sleeping Xie Yuyan.
No wonder I can barely move—who could withstand that? If it weren’t for my enhanced physique, I would’ve been completely...
"Sigh..."
He exhaled deeply, never expecting Xie Yuyan to have been so ravenous the night before, devouring every inch of him like a starved tigress. Only after she was satisfied had she finally let him go.
Well, it’s getting late. I should go meet up with Mucheng now.
With that thought, Ye Feng sat back down on the edge of the bed, gazing tenderly at Xie Yuyan’s peaceful face before leaning down to press a soft kiss against her smooth cheek.
"Good morning."
Then he left the bedroom, leaving behind Xie Yuyan, whose lips curled into a faint smile in her sleep.
......
"So it’s true..."
Li Mucheng stared at the unmoving red dot on Ye Feng’s phone tracker, confirming what Shen Mengli had told her.
"Just who is that woman? Why is there no record of her anywhere? It’s like she appeared out of thin air!"
The more she thought about it, the more fury clouded her mind. After all the effort she had put into nurturing him, how dare someone else swoop in and taint what was hers?
"Hah..."
Just as the last thread of her restraint was about to snap, Ye Feng’s voice echoed in her mind.
"Don’t let emotions control you. Otherwise, you’ll always be at the mercy of your enemies."
"Teacher..."
Her turbulent gaze cleared slightly, and a chilling smile crept onto her lips.
"Thank you, Teacher... I’ll make sure to... properly... thank you~"
......
"This should do."
Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction at the breakfast he had prepared and the note left on the dining table.
Not wanting to disturb Xie Yuyan’s rest, he quietly headed for the door. But just as he took his first step, her voice called out from behind.
"Ye Feng?"
"Xie Yuyan?"
Hearing her, he immediately turned around and saw her leaning weakly against the doorframe, her eyes filled with worry.
From her posture, Ye Feng could tell she was just as drained as he had been—though his recovery was faster thanks to his enhanced physique.
"Ye Feng, are you leaving?"
"Yeah, I told you about it last night, remember?"
He walked over and pulled her slightly chilled body into his arms.
"I tried not to wake you. Breakfast is already set out for you."
"Ye Feng..."
Xie Yuyan glanced at the meal he had prepared—simple fried eggs, sliced bread, and a carton of warm milk—and warmth bloomed in her chest. She wrapped her arms around him.
"I’m still worried about you."
"Silly, I’m fine. Aside from last night being a bit... intense, everything’s good. But next time, try not to be so... wild, okay? Look at you—you can barely walk."
"That’s not what I’m worried about..."
She shook her head, wanting to say more but ultimately holding back.
"But since you’ve said so, I’ll wait for you at home like... like a proper wife should."
"Yuyan..."
Moved by her words, Ye Feng leaned in and kissed her lips without hesitation. Xie Yuyan was the first woman in this unfamiliar world who had made him feel truly cared for. After everything that had happened, he wasn’t going to keep running away.
"Mmm..."
Xie Yuyan was completely caught off guard—usually, he’d only kiss her forehead at most. But now, everything had changed.
"Alright, I should get going to class. Be good and wait for me, okay?"
"Mm-hmm~"
Her usual sultry tone was gone, replaced by the sweet, girlish voice of someone deeply in love.
Click.
As the door closed, Xie Yuyan’s gaze lingered on the empty space where Ye Feng had been. A faint sense of loneliness settled in her heart—perhaps because he was no longer by her side. But she didn’t dwell on it. All she had to do was quietly fend off those vixens eyeing him, and eventually, his heart would belong to her completely.
"Ye Feng’s breakfast~"
She smiled as she looked at the simple yet lovingly prepared meal. Though modest, it was filled with his affection.
"I’ll finish every last bite—just like last night~"
With that, she picked up the milk and took a sip.
......
"Mm-hmm~"
Ye Feng hummed a tune as he stepped out of the apartment building, heading toward his usual taxi spot. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of eyes had been watching him intently from afar long before he even appeared.

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.”

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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?"

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...