"Gulp"
"Whimper"
......
When Xie Yuyan opened her eyes and saw Ye Feng fast asleep, she couldn't help but sniffle.
"He’s finally asleep. If I hadn’t done this today, Ye Feng might have found out about certain things. It’s better if he doesn’t know."
After murmuring to herself, Xie Yuyan slowly sat up from the bed. She carefully tucked Ye Feng in before quietly slipping off the mattress.
"Honestly, I just wanted to hold him and sleep until morning. But because of those shameless vixens interfering with our happiness, they even dared to cross the line right in front of me! If I don’t teach them a lesson, they’ll only grow bolder!"
As she spoke, Xie Yuyan untied the hairband holding her bun, letting her dark locks cascade down and frame her face.
"Really, there were better ways to make Xiao Feng fall asleep. If it weren’t for my injury not fully healing, I wouldn’t have had to waste it like this..."
"Wait, no—it’s not a waste. It’s more like... reasonable recycling. Thinking about it that way, it’s actually quite logical."
With that, she tiptoed away from the warm, cozy bed, pausing only to cast one last reluctant glance at Ye Feng before leaving the bedroom.
The moment Ye Feng disappeared from her sight, the faint smile on Xie Yuyan’s lips vanished. Her gentle gaze sharpened into something icy, as if she had reverted to the ruthless assassin once known by the codename "Cold Serpent."
"Li Mucheng, it’s time to settle the score between us. I’ve never even treated Ye Feng like that, yet you... No, no—what you did to him is unforgivable. Don’t think this will end simply... I’ll make you pay."
Before long, Xie Yuyan arrived at a storage cabinet in the living room. Retrieving her concealed combat gear and dagger, she melted into the shadows.
Soon after, a slender black figure reappeared by the dining table, immediately grabbing a glass of water and downing it in one go.
"Cough... That’s better..."
......
"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"
Li Jing glared furiously at Ah Fu and the group of bodyguards standing before him with bowed heads, venting his anger.
Upon learning what his daughter had done to Ye Feng, even the usually composed Li Jing couldn’t contain his fury. Though his words were directed at Ah Fu and the guards, the real target of his reprimand was Li Mucheng, who sat silently on the sofa, her head lowered in uncharacteristic quiet.
"Is this how you protect the young mistress? Aiding and abetting such reckless behavior! You’ve disgraced us all! How do you expect others to see us after this? Is this how humans should act?"
Ah Fu knew Li Jing’s tirade was meant for Li Mucheng’s ears—they were merely scapegoats, a way for him to indirectly lecture her about the gravity of her actions.
"My apologies, Master. This is my fault! I failed to recognize the problem in time. If punishment is necessary, punish me!"
"What good will punishing you do? The damage is already done—do you think it can be undone?"
Li Jing slammed his desk, his gaze flickering toward Li Mucheng. But her vacant expression told him she wasn’t listening.
"Sigh."
He exhaled heavily, his heart aching for his daughter. Despite his love for her, he had no idea how to correct her behavior. Ironically, Ye Feng—her tutor and bodyguard—had done a far better job than he ever had. Yet... he still couldn’t comprehend why she had resorted to such extremes.
"Master, the responsibility lies with me! If I hadn’t been negligent—"
"Enough!"
Li Jing cut Ah Fu off with a wave of his hand.
"Leave us."
"...Yes."
Seeing his master’s resolve, Ah Fu had no choice but to withdraw, leaving only Li Jing and Li Mucheng in the office.
Tap. Tap.
Li Jing circled his desk and sat across from Li Mucheng on the sofa. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice strained.
"Mucheng... why?"
"Why what?"
She lifted her eyes to meet his, her gaze swirling with unreadable emotions.
"Why would you do this? Don’t you realize how vile this situation is?"
A flicker of anger surfaced in Li Jing’s voice, but Li Mucheng’s indifference only deepened his frustration.
"......"
"Sigh. Mucheng, I’ve known about your feelings for Ye Feng for a long time. I never interfered because I wanted you to find your own happiness. But this... this is beyond unacceptable."
At the mention of Ye Feng, Li Mucheng finally reacted.
"I... I didn’t want it to be like this. But Teacher... he was hiding things from me, spending time with other women behind my back. It hurt... so much. Before I knew it, things spiraled out of control. It was like another voice in my head kept saying that if I didn’t act, someone else would take him away from me..."
"And that justifies such an inhumane act?"
"......"
"Mucheng, did you ever stop to consider Ye Feng’s feelings? Love isn’t about forcing your will onto someone else. It’s about mutual understanding, growth, and harmony—just like the bond you and Ye Feng once shared when he first became your tutor."
"Teacher..."
Li Mucheng whispered his name, her eyes locking onto Li Jing’s.
"Father... if I apologize to Teacher now, sincerely... do you think he’ll forgive me?"
"No."
Li Jing answered without hesitation.
"Ye Feng cared deeply for you. He worked tirelessly to pull you out of that cold, distant shell you used to hide in. And how did you repay him? When you threw tantrums, he indulged you. When you were in danger, he risked his life to protect you. When you felt alone, he stayed by your side. That was his trust, his affection for you. But Mucheng... what did you do to him? You know better than anyone."
"I... what did I do...?"
Her pupils constricted as Li Jing’s words dredged up every memory of her time with Ye Feng. In an instant, tears streamed down her face.
"WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"

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.”

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?"

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."