After a week of rest, Ye Feng's initial exhaustion had dissipated during his little vacation. This week was the first time since arriving in this unfamiliar world that he felt so relaxed.
With a beauty by his side and days spent in peace, it was almost like a dream come true for him. The only downside was...
"Yu... Yuyan, maybe you should take a day off?"
Ye Feng looked at Xie Yuyan, who was lying on the bed trembling uncontrollably yet still wearing an expression of stubborn defiance, and asked softly.
"No! Ye Feng, don’t think you’ve won just like that! I haven’t admitted defeat yet!"
The stubborn Xie Yuyan stretched out her slender arms, trying to push herself up from the bed, but no matter how hard she tried, her body refused to cooperate. In the end, she collapsed back onto the bed.
Ye Feng sighed helplessly and walked over to her side. He gently tucked the blanket around her.
"Grr..."
Xie Yuyan mustered all her remaining strength to reach out from under the covers and grab Ye Feng's wrist.
"Yuyan, stop fooling around. Get some rest. I have to go to class..."
Before Ye Feng could finish, Xie Yuyan cut him off.
"No way! It must’ve been a fluke! There’s no way you could’ve beaten me!"
"Come on, Yuyan, you’ve been losing this whole time... Every time, it’s only when you beg for mercy that—"
"Shut up! I don’t accept it! Ye Feng, you must’ve cheated!"
"......"
Sensing that Xie Yuyan wasn’t in her right mind, Ye Feng stopped arguing. He flicked her forehead, and she finally slumped back, defeated.
"Breakfast is ready for you. Please don’t push yourself like this anymore, alright? Look at you—you’re completely worn out."
"Again... let’s go again..."
Seeing that Xie Yuyan wasn’t listening at all, Ye Feng had no choice but to leave the new house in a hurry. Today was the day he had to tutor Su Yuxin, and if he was late, he’d have to explain himself again.
"Sigh."
Sitting in the car, Ye Feng reminisced about the events of the past week. He didn’t understand why, but Xie Yuyan had become obsessed with challenging him to "duels." At first, he hadn’t refused—seeing her arrogant attitude, it was necessary to humble her a little. But every time she lost, before the break was even over, she’d launch another fierce attack.
This back-and-forth went on dozens of times, only ending when Xie Yuyan passed out. Yet the next day, she’d wake up and immediately start provoking him again. The result was predictable. In the end, Ye Feng had achieved a flawless 21-0 record against her, but Xie Yuyan still refused to admit defeat. It was like the saying: "terrible at the game but addicted to playing."
Maybe Xie Yuyan felt embarrassed about not winning even once, or maybe she wanted to test her limits. But Ye Feng had to admit—the physique granted by the system was incredibly effective. If not for its skills, the one lying unconscious on the bed would’ve been him.
"Hmph..."
Meanwhile, on the other side, Xie Yuyan lay on the bed like a limp rag, slowly opening her exhausted eyes. Her expression made it clear that this week hadn’t been pleasant for her.
"Why... why is Ye Feng like some kind of monster no matter how hard I try?! This doesn’t match anything I’ve learned!"
Xie Yuyan gritted her teeth, her face twisted in frustration. She had expected to see Ye Feng in a pathetic state, but instead, things had turned out like this. Her goal had been simple—to make Ye Feng completely infatuated with her, to turn him into her exclusive lover. But it seemed she had failed. Miserably. Instead, she was the one who had fallen hopelessly into Ye Feng’s charm. Even now, though her body was pushed beyond its limits, her mind was still filled with sweet memories of him.
"Ah... how did things end up like this...?"
......
"Thud."
The sound of a car door closing echoed as Ye Feng stepped out. Before he could take more than a few steps toward Su Yuxin’s house, he spotted a petite figure running toward him in the distance.
"Ye Feng~ gege!"
Dressed in an adorable princess dress, Su Yuxin looked like she had stepped right out of a fairy tale. Ye Feng immediately raised his hand and waved at her. A moment later, she reached him and, without waiting for a greeting, threw herself into his arms.
"Nyahaha~"
The mischievous Su Yuxin nuzzled her head against Ye Feng, inhaling his scent to calm her restless heart. Thankfully, because of Xie Yuxin, Ye Feng had been forced to take a shower before leaving—otherwise, Su Yuxin might’ve been displeased by the smell.
"Yuxin, isn’t this a bit much?"
"How is it too much?! I haven’t seen you in a whole week, gege! It’s been torture for me!"
"That’s a bit of an exaggeration, isn’t it?"
"Not at all! I have a disease—if I don’t see Ye Feng gege, I’ll die!"
"That sounds worse the more you say it!"
Ye Feng lightly chopped her head with his hand, and Su Yuxin finally let go obediently.
"Ehehe, I just got too excited, so my body stopped listening to me. How have you been lately, gege?"
Though she had reluctantly left his embrace, Su Yuxin still reached out to grab the hem of Ye Feng’s clothes. To an outsider, they looked like a pair of very close siblings.
"Lately... not bad, I guess? Just had a good rest..."
Ye Feng tried his best not to recall any unpleasant images and quickly changed the subject.
"By the way, Yuxin, how’s your studying going? You haven’t been slacking off while I was away, have you?"
"Of course not! I’ve memorized everything the teacher taught me!"
Su Yuxin shook her head vehemently. There was no way she’d let Ye Feng down—she took this matter very seriously.
"Oh? Then I’ll have to test you properly. If you can’t answer my questions..."
"Wh-what will happen?"
Su Yuxin’s heart leaped. She was eager for more intimate interactions with Ye Feng and couldn’t wait to ask.
"If I can’t answer, will you punish me severely, gege? Like that time in the sewer..."
"!!!"
"Hey hey hey! Stop right there!"
Ye Feng quickly covered her mouth, sensing danger. This was a high-end villa district with plenty of security—if anyone overheard, it would lead to misunderstandings.
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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
