"Are... are you okay?"
Ye Feng asked awkwardly, his voice full of concern as he looked at Xie Yuyan, who was covering her mouth with furrowed brows and tear stains at the corners of her eyes.
"Gulp... Sniff... I-I'm fine! I just didn’t expect you to be so... energetic today, Ye Feng..."
Xie Yuyan sniffled, trying to steady her emotions with deep breaths.
"Whew~ I’m... I’m really fine now!"
"Are you... really okay? Wait here, Yuyan, I’ll get you some water."
Ye Feng hastily stood up from his chair and rushed to the water dispenser, returning moments later with a cup.
"Thank you, Ye Feng~"
Xie Yuyan took the cup with both hands and downed the water in one go. Meanwhile, Ye Feng sat back down and gazed at her with a solemn expression.
"Yuyan, you really don’t have to go this far for me."
"What do you mean I don’t have to?!"
Xie Yuyan’s eyes cleared as she placed her hands on her hips and pouted.
"Helping you with your troubles is something I should do!"
"Who said this was a trouble?! You’re just making assumptions—"
"Wow~ After that appetizer, I suddenly feel hungry! Stop talking, Ye Feng, let’s eat already!"
Xie Yuyan cut him off and began digging into the dishes on the table. Ye Feng knew better than to press further—if she didn’t want to answer, nothing he said would get through. Still...
Never mind. Time to eat.
......
"Beep... beep..."
In a dimly lit bedroom, Li Mucheng lay on her bed, staring blankly at the dark ceiling. The gloom in her eyes made it clear—she was agonizing over how to apologize to Ye Feng.
"Sigh... Why... why can’t I control my emotions? I’ve always been calm in the past, so why do I lose my composure so easily around him? How can I ever make it up to him... What should I do?"
Just then, her phone buzzed on the pillow. Li Mucheng picked it up and saw the caller ID: Su Yuxin.
"Su Yuxin?"
She frowned, already guessing what this was about. Su Yuxin was probably calling to vent about Xie Yuyan and scheme together. But Li Mucheng knew her relationship with Ye Feng was already strained—if she got involved now, she’d lose him for good. Without hesitation, she ended the call.
"Li Mucheng..."
On the other end, Su Yuxin gritted her teeth, whispering the name. She couldn’t understand why Li Mucheng would hang up—hadn’t they agreed to work together? Had Xie Yuyan made her give up? No. Anyone else might quit, but not Li Mucheng!
After a moment’s thought, Su Yuxin gave up on calling again. She’d confront Li Mucheng in person. The mere thought of Xie Yuyan controlling Ye Feng made her skin crawl.
Ye Feng must be under her spell. If I can just free him from Xie Yuyan’s claws, we can go back to how things were before. As for Li Mucheng... she’s just a tool to bring me and Ye Feng closer.
......
"Xiao Feng..."
Shen Mengli murmured his name in the pavilion. It was late, well past bedtime, but sleep eluded her. Every night, an inexplicable dread seized her—she couldn’t bear to dream of Ye Feng hurt again. The sight of him bloodied felt like a knife twisting in her heart. Yet, strangely, as the nightmares repeated, her pain had begun morphing into something darker... something almost pleasurable, as if guided by an unseen force.
"No... I can’t! Hurting Xiao Feng is unthinkable!"
She clutched her head, shaking violently, as if trying to fling the twisted thoughts away.
"Rustle—"
A sound from the garden bushes snapped her to attention. Before she could react, a shadow emerged—followed by a flash of silver. A dagger pressed against her throat.
"Shh~ We wouldn’t want to wake everyone, would we?"
Pale blue eyes locked onto hers, freezing her in place.
"What are you doing here?"
"Hmm? I expected a more surprised reaction. Guess you knew I’d come?"
Xie Yuyan smirked, withdrawing the blade when Shen Mengli showed no fear.
"Ye Feng came alone today. I had a feeling."
Shen Mengli’s gaze trailed Xie Yuyan’s graceful figure, her brow furrowing.
"Smart girl. Then you’ll understand the deal I’m offering."
"Deal?"
"Exactly~"
Xie Yuyan’s mocking eyes lingered on Shen Mengli’s white-knuckled grip on her wheelchair. The girl was barely holding it together—terrified of something being exposed. Time to break her.
"Leave Ye Feng, and I’ll give you enough money to start a new life. Let’s be honest—with your condition, you’re just a burden to him."
"That’s not true!"
Shen Mengli fired back instantly, as if struck to the core.
"Xiao Feng would never think that!"
"Then what about you? Do you think you’re a burden?"
"I..."
Xie Yuyan’s words hit their mark. People like Shen Mengli—broken, dependent—were easy prey. One push, and their defenses crumbled. One less rival.
"You can’t do anything for him. Instead, he has to accommodate you. Isn’t that dragging him down? If you really care about him, cut ties. Stop making his life harder."
"I... I am a burden to Xiao Feng..."
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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?"
'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.
