"Teacher, is this the key you were talking about~?"
Li Mucheng dangled the key in front of Ye Feng's eyes, then tightened her bathrobe and walked back.
"Yes, Mucheng. Could you untie me first so we can have a proper talk? I promise I won’t leave. And unless something unexpected happens, the iron door is locked too, right? So you don’t have to worry about me escaping."
By now, Ye Feng had already formulated his next move. The moment Li Mucheng freed him from these restraints, he would make sure she learned why flowers were so red—how dare she, so young and unlearned, resort to something as twisted as imprisonment?
Yet, beneath his anger, Ye Feng couldn’t shake off his deep disappointment. He never imagined that the student he’d painstakingly taught would turn everything she’d learned against him. In contrast, Su Yuxin had always been so innocent and pure, never harboring any ill intentions toward him. Why couldn’t Li Mucheng take a page from her book?
"Alright~ I trust you, Teacher. After all... you and I... we’ve already been intimate~"
"Mucheng, I’m glad you trust me—"
Ye Feng’s relieved smile froze mid-sentence. His head spun as if struck by a sledgehammer. Wide-eyed and speechless, he stared at Li Mucheng, his throat tightening as though gripped by an invisible hand. It took him a long moment to stammer out a few words.
"Wh... what did you say?"
"Mmm~"
Li Mucheng’s face flushed crimson as she cupped her cheeks and swayed her head shyly.
"Honestly, Teacher, how could you make me repeat something so embarrassing? I said... we’ve already been intimate~"
"No... that’s impossible! Li Mucheng, there’s a limit to lying! How could I have... with you...?"
"Giggle~"
Li Mucheng delighted in Ye Feng’s reaction. She adored seeing him so shocked. During their lessons, he’d always been so stoic—she hated that. Whether it was awe or fear, she wanted him to react, to become hers and hers alone.
"Don’t get so worked up, Teacher. Think back—wasn’t there a time you woke up at my place after passing out? And afterward, I was curled up in the lounge, completely drained~"
"The lounge?"
Ye Feng racked his brain, recalling the time he’d blacked out at Li Mucheng’s home. She had indeed been trembling in the lounge, brushing off his questions with vague answers. Now, it all clicked. His weakness back then hadn’t been from being drugged—it was because Li Mucheng had...
"Why... why would you...?"
Watching Ye Feng’s disbelief, Li Mucheng climbed back onto the bed and nestled beside him, wrapping an arm around his sprawled-out form.
"Because... I had to be the first! No matter what, I had to be Teacher’s first! You’re mine—no one else can have you... no one..."
Having vented her frustrations, Li Mucheng cast aside her lingering dissatisfaction. She’d gotten the life she wanted, and even if it wasn’t perfect, it was close enough.
"Alright, Teacher, we’ve wasted enough precious time. Now, let’s get to business~"
With that, Li Mucheng propped her head on one hand, smirking down at Ye Feng—before tossing the key onto the cold floor.
"Mucheng?! What are you doing? We had a deal! Why... why are you doing this to me?!"
The sight of the discarded key shattered Ye Feng’s composure. The confusion of being drugged, the betrayal by his own student—everything erupted at once. He thrashed wildly against the chains, but only the clatter of metal echoed through the room.
Eventually, whether from exhaustion or resignation, Ye Feng lay still, panting heavily. Li Mucheng leaned down, pressing against him, the faint scent of her shower gel filling the air.
"Don’t be so gloomy, Teacher. I’m sure you’ll understand my feelings someday. But until then... we still have so much to discuss~"
As her face drew nearer, Ye Feng turned his head away, his voice icy.
"Li Mucheng, from now on, you’re no longer my student. Whatever happens, I won’t acknowledge you ever again."
"Eh? T-Teacher... what did you say?"
Just as her lips were about to brush his cheek, Li Mucheng stiffened, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.
"No... no! I can’t stand being hated by you! No, no, no!"
Hearing her panic, Ye Feng glanced back to find her dark eyes suddenly clear, tears welling like black pearls.
"I... I’m sorry, Teacher... I’m so sorry..."
"Hmph."
Ye Feng scoffed, his trust in her now utterly frozen.
"What now? Another act? Go ahead—I don’t care anymore."
"Don’t... don’t say that, Teacher... Please, don’t talk to me like a stranger..."
Li Mucheng tried to meet his gaze, but each time, Ye Feng turned away. It dawned on her—the teacher who’d once risked his life for her was gone.
"W-wait! If you don’t believe me, I’ll untie you right now! I’ll get the key!"
Gone was her earlier arrogance. Frantic, she scrambled off the bed toward the key, all under Ye Feng’s watchful eyes.
Strange... it’s like she’s a completely different person now. Or is this still part of her act?
Clink.
The moment Li Mucheng found the key, she snatched it up and rushed back, unlocking one of Ye Feng’s shackles.
"Hold on, Teacher! I’ll free your other hand next!"
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?"
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!
