"Wuwu... Teacher... sob..."
Li Mucheng reached out and lightly grasped the hem of Ye Feng's clothes, her tears rolling down like beads. She desperately wanted to explain that she had come out of concern for him, not because she was intentionally hiding behind the door. But fearing that Ye Feng might dislike her again for her actions, she stepped aside to make way for him.
"I just noticed there was no movement in your room for so long, so I came to ask if you needed any help. I definitely don’t have any bad intentions toward you!"
As she finished speaking, Li Mucheng suddenly felt her last words were unnecessary—like a guilty conscience giving itself away.
"Te... Teacher..."
"It’s alright, Mucheng. I believe you."
At first, Ye Feng had also been startled when he opened the door to find Li Mucheng standing there. He even wondered if she had lost control of her emotions and was about to do something to him. It wasn’t until he saw her step aside to let him pass that he relaxed.
"Mucheng."
"Yes!"
"Let’s talk for a while, okay?"
"Talk...?"
......
"Mmm... Ye Feng..."
By the time Xie Yuyan woke up and opened her eyes, it was already afternoon. The reason she had been sleeping so late recently was all because of Ye Feng.
Though nothing particularly major had happened lately, Xie Yuyan couldn’t shake off a lingering sense of unease. She had already won the heart of the person she loved—so why was she feeling this way?
She tried her best not to let her negative emotions affect Ye Feng, but she knew that if they kept piling up, they would eventually explode. So, she had no choice but to find other ways to distract herself.
After much searching, she realized that only when she was with Ye Feng could she truly feel at peace. So, she came up with a straightforward and effective solution.
That was—to challenge Ye Feng to a duel! Win or lose, it was a win-win for her. Not only would it keep her negative emotions at bay, but it would also deepen their bond. Why not go for it?
But nothing good comes without a cost. Ye Feng’s stamina was nothing short of terrifying—so much so that Xie Yuyan sometimes wondered if he was even human. Whenever things got too intense, her body would feel completely wrecked, unable to move. Today was no exception.
"Ye Feng, seriously... this guy is like a monster! Maybe I should take him to the hospital for a checkup next time—what if he has some special condition?"
Little did Ye Feng know, Xie Yuyan had even started doubting his physiology just to figure out how to beat him once.
"Sigh... what a hassle. Why can’t there just be a world with only me and Ye Feng? Everyone else is just... unnecessary."
"I wish... I wish they would all disappear..."
......
"Teacher, here’s some water."
After pouring Ye Feng a glass of plain water, Li Mucheng took a big sip in front of him first, then obediently sat on the sofa across from him, perking up her ears like an attentive listener, waiting for him to speak.
Ye Feng understood her intention—she was just proving that the water hadn’t been tampered with.
"Mucheng, I already told you I believe in you. You don’t need to do these little things anymore, understand?"
"Wuwu..."
Li Mucheng nodded vigorously, afraid Ye Feng might miss her response.
"I understand! I won’t do it again..."
Is this 100% affection a bit too much? Mucheng practically obeys my every word unconditionally.
Ye Feng took a small sip of water, then patted the empty spot beside him.
"Mucheng, come sit here."
"O-okay... Huh!?"
Li Mucheng agreed at first, but after a moment of processing, her eyes widened in shock as she stared at Ye Feng in disbelief.
"Te-te-te-teacher, what did you say!? You really want me to... sit next to you?"
"Mhm."
Ye Feng simply gave a short reply and calmly watched her.
"Okay."
Li Mucheng held the hem of her skirt with one hand and pressed the other against her chest as she carefully stood up and inched over to sit beside Ye Feng. Though they were on the same sofa, there was still a noticeable gap between them.
"Teacher, what is it?"
She kept her head lowered, not daring to meet his eyes, and asked in a soft voice.
"Mucheng, I want to ask you something."
"Something...?"
"Yes. About... me."
Ye Feng hesitated, but to understand the "affection level" the system had assigned, he needed to clear up his doubts.
"A question about you? Please ask, Teacher! I’ll answer anything I can!"
"Thank you, Mucheng."
Taking a deep breath, Ye Feng began his inquiry.
"Mucheng, if I ever harmed you or someone close to you... would you start disliking me?"
"Huh? Teacher, why are you suddenly asking this?"
"Don’t worry, Mucheng. It’s just a casual question. If I made a mistake, wouldn’t you... lower your opinion of me at least a little?"
"Never!"
Just as Ye Feng expected her to nod, Li Mucheng shocked him by outright rejecting the idea.
"I would never think less of you, Teacher. To me, you’ll always be the most important person in my heart. That’s all."
"But what if I’m not as good as you think? What if I approached you from the start just to use you for something?"
"Even if that’s the case..."
"Right? If I’m not as perfect as you imagined, surely your expectations would—"
"You’d still be the most important person to me."
"......"
"Wha—?"
Ye Feng was so taken aback by her answer that he almost doubted its sincerity. But when he saw Li Mucheng close her eyes, place her hands over her heart, and smile, his skepticism vanished.
"Even if you had a goal or something you had to do, haven’t you noticed how genuinely kind and caring you’ve been when spending time with me?"
"Genuinely...?"
"Mm! If someone was just pretending to be nice to achieve a goal, it would show sooner or later. But you, Teacher—you’ve always treated me with real warmth. That’s why I want to be good to you too."
"Mucheng..."
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?"
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.
