"I'm not saying I won't continue teaching you, Yuxin. It's just that I've had an unexpected health issue. I'm still recovering from it."
"An... unexpected health issue?"
Su Yuxin, who had initially been upset by Ye Feng's announcement about stopping their lessons, immediately shifted from confusion to concern upon hearing about his condition. She stepped forward anxiously.
"Brother Ye Feng, are you okay? Do you need me to call a private doctor? I’ll make sure to get the best doctor in Shu City to examine you."
"It’s not that serious, Yuxin. I just have a minor injury and need some time to recover. I should be able to resume your lessons by next week."
"I... see... Another whole week to wait..."
Though disappointment weighed heavily on her, Su Yuxin knew she couldn’t act spoiled in front of Ye Feng now that Xie Yuyan was around. Throwing a tantrum would only give Xie Yuyan an opportunity to badmouth her to Ye Feng and put him in an awkward position—something she wasn’t foolish enough to do.
"By the way, Brother Ye Feng!"
Perhaps sensing that Ye Feng was about to leave, Su Yuxin quickly spoke up, trying to prolong the conversation. At least this way, she could steal a few more moments with him.
"What is it, Yuxin? You can tell me anything."
"I... I... I want to talk to you alone for a moment."
After saying this, Su Yuxin shot a glance at Xie Yuyan standing behind Ye Feng. The latter’s expression darkened instantly, clearly displeased by the request.
"Can’t you just say it here?" Ye Feng asked hesitantly, but Su Yuxin shook her head firmly.
"No, because it’s a secret between you and me. I don’t want anyone else to hear."
"Ah..."
"It’s fine, Ye Feng. If Yuxin has something important to discuss, you should go."
Xie Yuyan suddenly chimed in, her tone cool and indifferent, though the underlying irritation was unmistakable.
"Alright then. Yuyan, wait here for me. I’ll be back soon."
"Sure."
With that, Ye Feng walked over to talk with Su Yuxin. As they spoke, Su Yuxin flashed Xie Yuyan a triumphant look, though it had no effect on her.
Hmph. A little brat like you can only find joy in these petty moments with Ye Feng. But the things I’ve done for him are far beyond your reach.
Xie Yuyan glanced down at the milk tea in her hand. Her sharp eyes quickly caught the faint red lipstick mark on the straw—undoubtedly left by Su Yuxin. Someone as oblivious as Ye Feng would never notice such details, which meant this wasn’t the first time Su Yuxin had pulled this trick.
Xie Yuyan didn’t expose her right away. A lipstick-stained straw alone wasn’t enough to make Ye Feng suspicious. Instead, she casually tossed the drink into a nearby trash bin while Ye Feng and Su Yuxin were engrossed in their conversation.
Due to their height difference, Ye Feng had to bend down slightly to hear Su Yuxin’s whisper. As soon as he leaned in, she eagerly revealed her "secret":
"Brother Ye Feng, I already know~"
"Know what?"
"I know there must be some reason you’re with Xie Yuyan, right?"
"Yuxin, what are you talking about? I’m with Xie Yuyan because I want to be."
"No way! Brother Ye Feng, don’t think I don’t know! Someone like you would never suddenly fall for a girl out of nowhere. There must be a reason! Did Xie Yuyan find out something about you? Brother Ye Feng, you don’t have to be afraid—just tell me..."
Before she could finish, Ye Feng straightened up and fixed her with a stern look, dousing her enthusiasm like a bucket of cold water.
"Yuxin, how could you assume such things about your sister Yuyan? I chose to be with her of my own free will. Don’t ever say anything like that again, understand?"
"Eh? N-no way! Brother Ye Feng, how could you suddenly get a girlfriend? When you were teaching Li Mucheng and me, you never showed any interest in romance. I refuse to believe your personality changed so quickly!"
Some of Su Yuxin’s words hit close to the truth. Initially, Ye Feng had never planned to pursue romance. Knowing his circumstances, he believed a normal relationship was beyond his reach, so he always maintained a certain distance from the girls around him. Even in situations most people would find unbearable, he remained unfazed.
But the one who truly shattered his defenses was Xie Yuyan. Though she had always treated him well and taken care of him in daily life, it was only after certain unspeakable events that Ye Feng finally chose to be with her.
On one hand, he didn’t want to ruin the new life he had finally found meaning in. On the other, his unique circumstances made emotional attachments difficult.
Yet, in the end, the outcome was clear...
"Enough, Yuxin! Don’t bring this up again. It’s not as serious as you think. Besides, I’ve always seen you as a little sister. Can you just behave, please?"
"......"
This time, Su Yuxin didn’t respond with her usual playful cheerfulness. Instead, her emerald-green eyes bore into Ye Feng with an unsettling intensity, sending a familiar chill down his spine.
But she quickly composed herself. She had listened carefully to every word Ye Feng said, down to his tone and speech patterns.
Her conclusion? His words carried deception—there was something forcing his hand.
If I can exploit this weakness and widen the gap, maybe Brother Ye Feng will come back to me. Then he’ll finally understand how devoted I am to him.
"I understand, Brother Ye Feng. Then... see you next week~"
"Alright."
'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.”
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 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.
