"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!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
