"......"
Ye Feng hesitated for a moment as Li Mucheng handed him a cup of water, while her eyes remained fixed on his every movement.
So... does the teacher still hold a grudge against me?... It’s all my own fault.
Is there any point in clinging on like this? Is the teacher really treating me with forgiveness? Is any of this worth it...?
Take him! Steal him away! If he doesn’t trust you, why keep living like a pitiful little dog wagging its tail? Is this the life you want?
A voice erupted from the depths of Li Mucheng’s heart. She knew it was her other self acting up again. But those thoughts pierced her like countless icy needles, their chilling sting and pain making it hard to breathe.
Just as Li Mucheng was about to withdraw the cup, Ye Feng suddenly reached out and took it.
"Huh?"
Feeling the weight leave her hands, Li Mucheng lifted her gaze, staring at Ye Feng in disbelief.
"Thank you, Mucheng."
Ye Feng glanced at her widened pupils and, without hesitation, drained the cup in one go.
"T-Teacher? W-Why...?"
"You’re wondering why I still trust you, right?"
"......"
Li Mucheng didn’t answer, but the turmoil in her eyes spoke volumes.
"Because you’re my student, aren’t you? Even if unpleasant things happened before, what matters most is the present. So I believe in you, Mucheng."
"Teacher..."
Li Mucheng tilted her head back, trying to hold back the tears, but they spilled out uncontrollably. Within moments, she was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Waaah... I’m sorry, Teacher... I’m so sorry..."
Ye Feng hadn’t expected her to burst into tears so suddenly. Flustered, he quickly grabbed a few tissues from the car and handed them to her.
"Mucheng, don’t cry. Didn’t I say I’ve already forgiven you? Today’s supposed to be a happy occasion—why the tears?"
"Mm... I-I know, but I just can’t help it..."
Li Mucheng took the tissues and wiped her tear-streaked cheeks while Ye Feng murmured comforting words to calm her down.
After what felt like an eternity, her quiet sobs finally subsided. She lifted her glistening eyes and looked pitifully at Ye Feng.
"T-Teacher... I’ve calmed down now..."
"That’s good. Mucheng, remember—recognizing your mistakes and improving is what matters. No matter what happens in the future, you must stay composed, okay? Don’t let negative emotions cloud your judgment."
"Haa... haa..."
Li Mucheng took deep breaths, gradually steadying herself, then gave Ye Feng a reassuring look.
"I’m sorry, Teacher... for showing you such an embarrassing side of me again."
"It’s fine, Mucheng. You don’t have to be so reserved around me. We’re more than just teacher and student—I’d say we’re friends."
"Teacher..."
Li Mucheng suddenly giggled, as if recalling a fond memory.
"Yeah... friends... right, Mr. Fox?"
"Ahem!"
Hearing this, Ye Feng coughed deliberately and waved his hand dismissively.
"Mucheng, I think we should focus on discussing today’s lesson now."
"Okaaay~"
Li Mucheng playfully blinked at him, then leaned in and whispered by his ear.
"After all, this is a secret just between me and Mr. Fox, right, Teacher?"
"Ah... y-yeah!"
Ye Feng quickly turned his attention to the window, spotting the familiar road leading to the manor.
"Look, Mucheng, we’re almost there."
"Mm."
Li Mucheng nodded slightly, seemingly following his gaze outside, but in truth, her eyes were fixed on his profile.
"So handsome~"
"Huh? It’s just some hills. Not as nice as that big tree we visited before."
"Hehe, everything looks beautiful to me~"
......
"So, Teacher? Doesn’t everything look just like before?"
As they stepped into the manor side by side, Li Mucheng happily observed the unchanged decorations around them.
"Yeah, nothing’s changed."
Gazing at the all-too-familiar estate, Ye Feng spoke with a hint of nostalgia. To him, this place was where his life had truly begun.
"Hehe~ It’s wonderful... like going back to the very beginning with you..."
"Alright, Mucheng, no time for reminiscing now. It’s time for our lesson!"
Ye Feng shook off the wistful thoughts. A new teaching plan had already formed in his mind. To prevent a repeat of last time’s incident, he decided to teach Li Mucheng techniques to control her inner turmoil—skills that could strengthen her mental resilience and keep her from reverting to that terrifying version of herself under stress.
"Yay!"
Li Mucheng excitedly reached out to grab Ye Feng’s arm but suddenly stopped and pulled back.
"But... I don’t know what else I can learn..."
"There’s plenty for you to learn, Mucheng. Today’s lesson is about mental stillness!"
"Mental stillness? What kind of lesson is that? I’ve never heard of it."
Li Mucheng tilted her head in confusion, trying to make sense of his words.
"Teacher, do you mean teaching me how to calm my mind?"
"Exactly. But this isn’t just ordinary calmness. What I’ll teach you can stabilize your emotions in moments of turmoil and also temper your inner discipline."
"Moments of turmoil... I... I see."
Realizing he might have phrased it too bluntly—making it sound like he was calling her emotionally unstable—Ye Feng quickly tried to clarify. But before he could, Li Mucheng spoke up again.
"I want to learn it!"
"Ah... r-really?"
"Yes! I want to learn!"
Clenching her fists with determination, Li Mucheng declared in a firm voice.
"I want to control myself—I never want to hurt you like before again! Never!"
Seeing her earnest expression, it was clear the past incident had matured her. A warm smile spread across Ye Feng’s face.
"Mucheng..."

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

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?"