Oh no!
The familiar alarm sound now made perfect sense to Ye Feng. It simply meant he was in an extremely dire situation—one so severe it threatened his life. This implied that if he didn’t handle Li Mucheng carefully right now, he might have to expend his last life-saving puppet. And with only one left, the consequences of facing danger again would be unthinkable...
"Mu... Mucheng! I have something to tell you!"
A flash of inspiration struck Ye Feng, and the words spilled out before he could second-guess himself.
"I’m not disappointed, I just..."
"Just what?"
Li Mucheng halted her advance, tilting her head as she waited for his answer. It was clear that if his response wasn’t what she wanted to hear, the next moment would plunge him into an abyss.
"I just wanted to say... this whole thing is pointless, Mucheng."
"Hm? Pointless?"
"Yeah!"
Seeing that Li Mucheng was still engaging with him, Ye Feng seized the chance to buy time with his words. If he could just keep her from turning hostile, there might still be a way to escape this place.
"Then... Teacher, what would make it not pointless?"
Though her words were slow, Li Mucheng’s body had already closed the distance between them. Her fingers traced the bandage on Ye Feng’s abdomen, sticky with dried blood, before she abruptly lifted it to reveal the wound beneath.
"If we’re talking about interesting..."
"Who did this to you?!"
Li Mucheng’s sudden interruption left Ye Feng speechless, his carefully prepared diversion crumbling in an instant.
"This... Mucheng, maybe we should get back to the interesting topic?"
"Teacher, I won’t ask a third time. Who. Hurt. You?"
Her gaze locked onto him, sharp and unyielding, all her focus now fixed on the wound.
"It was... an accident."
"An accident?"
Li Mucheng tilted her head slightly, studying Ye Feng’s expression—unchanged, yet unconvincing—before her eyes dropped back to the injury.
"This wound..."
To Ye Feng’s shock, she leaned in, her nose brushing against the bandage as she inhaled lightly. The warmth of her breath against his skin made him grit his teeth to suppress a shudder.
"...Just as I thought."
After a few more delicate sniffs, Li Mucheng straightened up, satisfaction curling her lips.
"Thought what? Mucheng, I already told you—"
"It was that woman, Xie Yuyan, wasn’t it?"
"!!!"
The name sent a chill down Ye Feng’s spine. Before he could react, Li Mucheng’s fingers clenched around the bandage, her murmurs of denial barely audible. Then—
Rip.
The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the room. Ye Feng gasped as pain flared across his abdomen, forcing his eyes shut.
Before him, Li Mucheng admired the sight—the wound’s scab torn open, fresh blood welling up like vivid paint. But her smile faltered as something else caught her attention.
"Teacher... do you remember how you taught me to analyze wounds?"
"......"
When Ye Feng stayed silent, she continued, undeterred.
"First, check if it’s scabbed. That tells you how long ago it happened and how severe it is. Second... yours is clearly a stab wound. So Xie Yuyan must’ve used a blade. And third..." Her voice turned icy. "The scab’s been torn open. Which means after getting hurt, you were... active."
Her hand, cold as death, pressed against the wound.
"Care to explain, Teacher? I’d love to hear the truth~"
"......."
"Tch. Why won’t you cooperate? Wasting my time like this is so... unworthy of you."
With that, she withdrew her hand. The movement startled Ye Feng, his eyes snapping open in alarm.
"What... are you planning?"
"What am I planning?"
Li Mucheng cupped his cheek, her touch deceptively tender, before pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Taking care of my injured teacher, of course. Only my bandages are good enough for you."
She rose from the bed, offered a curt farewell, and strode out of the iron-barred basement...
......
"Keep the perimeter secure! The young mistress ordered—no one gets near this place!"
In a remote villa, black-suited guards armed with weapons patrolled the grounds, their vigilance unbroken. Among them, a familiar voice barked orders: Ah Fu, his expression grim.
"Understood!"
The guards fanned out in groups of three, their footsteps methodical.
"Sigh..."
Once alone, Ah Fu exhaled heavily, his gaze drifting back to the villa. He was at a loss.
Just yesterday, after Li Mucheng returned to her apartment, she’d summoned him. When he learned of her plan, he’d objected immediately—begged her, even. Forcing Ye Feng’s freedom like this would only make him resent her.
But Li Mucheng's face had been shadowed, unreachable. She had coldly instructed him to prepare, then left no room for argument. When Ah Fu tried to call Li Jing, two men in black materialized beside him. These were Li Mucheng's personal enforcers, answerable only to her—a privilege granted by Li Jing himself. Now, under the guise of "assistance," they shadowed Ah Fu's every move.
He knew. This was surveillance. To stop him from warning Ye Feng or Li Jing.
All he could do now was play along... and pray for a miracle.
"Young Mistress... how did it come to this? If you keep going, there’ll be no turning back..."
'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.
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
