"If only this cozy little life could last forever," Ye Feng murmured to himself as he prepared to hail a taxi by the roadside. Just then, an icy voice sounded in his ear.
"Teacher, what do you mean by 'lasting forever'...?"
"Eh? That voice—"
Startled by the all-too-familiar tone, Ye Feng whirled around.
"Mu Cheng?!"
He exclaimed her name in disbelief, never expecting Li Mucheng to appear behind him so suddenly.
"Te... Teacher..."
At his address, a faint glimmer flashed in Li Mucheng's clouded eyes before fading away.
"What were you muttering about just now, Teacher? If it's something interesting, why not share it with me?"
"Ah..."
Ye Feng forced a chuckle. "It’s nothing, really. I was just thinking about my future—planning to move to a new place, that’s all."
"Is that so? I thought maybe you were living with some girl," Li Mucheng replied lightly.
"......"
Her words left Ye Feng frozen. There was an unmistakable edge to her tone, and... wasn’t he actually sharing a place with Xie Yuyan right now? How had she guessed so accurately?
"Teacher, what’s wrong?"
Li Mucheng tilted her head, feigning innocence as she studied him.
"It was just a little joke. No need to look so serious."
"Ah! I was just lost in thought. Anyway, Mu Cheng, since we’ve met up, shouldn’t we head to Su Yuxin’s place now?"
"Mhm, you’re right. Then please follow me, Teacher. I’ve arranged a car just for you."
A strange glint flickered in her eyes before she turned and strode toward a parked sedan.
Ye Feng nodded, trusting her without question. To him, Li Mucheng was his most cherished student—why would she ever harm him?
Thud!
The car door shut, and the vehicle pulled away from Ye Feng’s apartment. But its direction wasn’t toward Su Yuxin’s home—not that Ye Feng noticed, engrossed as he was in conversation with Li Mucheng in the backseat.
......
"Hmm... If I’m not mistaken, Teacher should already be on his way~"
Meanwhile, Su Yuxin stood outside her neighborhood gate, clutching two strawberry milk teas and occasionally rising on her tiptoes to peer down the road.
After Liu Yue’s advice the previous night, she had resolved to confess her feelings to Ye Feng.
"I’m... so nervous. Should I give him the tea first or confess right away? Ahhh, this is too hard..."
As time passed, the warmth of the drinks in her hands faded.
"This... this isn’t right. He should’ve arrived by now. Is there traffic? Maybe I should call..."
Ye Feng was never late. His absence unsettled her. Setting the teas on a bench, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number.
Beep... Beep...
The line rang endlessly, but no one answered.
What’s going on? Why isn’t he picking up? Did he fall asleep or something?
......
"Teacher, here’s some water."
"Thanks, Mu Cheng."
Li Mucheng watched as Ye Feng drained the cup, then exhaled softly.
"Teacher, do you remember what you once taught me? That when facing difficulties, we must take the initiative, or else we’ll always be controlled by them?"
"Of course I remember. Every lesson I’ve shared with you, from the day we met until now, is etched in my mind."
Ye Feng smiled tenderly, his gaze lingering on her coldly beautiful face.
"I still remember when we first met—sitting under that tree by the lawn, enjoying the breeze. That scene is unforgettable."
"Why... why did you only remember now...?"
"Eh? What did you say, Mu Cheng?"
Ye Feng blinked in confusion as tears shimmered in her eyes.
"I’m sorry, Teacher... I’m so sorry..."
For a fleeting moment, her gaze cleared, bright and intense—like the last cry of a summer cicada—before dimming again.
"Mu Cheng? Are you alr—"
Before he could finish, a wave of dizziness crashed over him.
"Huh? What’s... happening? My head... Mu Cheng, you—"
Clutching his temples, he bit his lip hard, drawing blood to stay conscious.
"The drug works fast, doesn’t it? Care to guess what you just drank, Teacher?"
Her tone was playful, a stark contrast to her usual composure.
"You... spiked the water?!"
"Full marks, Teacher~"
Li Mucheng reached out, caressing his cheek with intoxicated reverence.
"I’m your proudest student, after all. The herbs in that water? You taught me about them yourself."
"No... impossible!"
Ye Feng’s eyes widened in horror, fragments of past blackouts flashing through his mind. He felt struck by lightning. Never had he imagined this side of her.
"Why... why would you—"
"Because this is all your fault!"
Her voice cracked, her trembling body betraying her despair.
"I was the first one by your side! The first! So why... why won’t you accept my love? Why do you welcome those women who fawn over you? Only I truly love you, Teacher. Only me..."
"Mu Cheng... listen to me. Stop this. It’s not too late to turn back."
As the drug dragged him under, his vision blurred, his thoughts unraveling.
Why... how did it come to this...
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
