"Hope you can handle my moves next, darling~ I’ve been practicing hard lately."
As soon as Xie Yuyan finished speaking, she lunged at Ye Feng with lightning speed, her attacks precise and ruthless. Every slash of her dagger aimed for vital points that would incapacitate him.
Without his shield, Ye Feng could only retreat, dodging each of her strikes. Every time Xie Yuyan nearly grazed him, his quick reflexes and agility allowed him to evade at the last moment.
Yet Xie Yuyan’s aggression didn’t wane despite his evasions. To her, this was her final chance. If she couldn’t seize Ye Feng firmly in her grasp, the happiness she envisioned would vanish in an instant.
"Slice—"
A wound opened on Ye Feng’s arm, and Xie Yuyan’s frenzy only intensified.
"Hehe... Looks like I’m one step ahead, Ye Feng. I don’t want to hurt you any further. Why don’t you just behave and wait for my good news, hmm?"
"......"
Ye Feng’s lifeless eyes gave her the answer. Xie Yuyan sighed, shrugging helplessly.
"Still so stubborn, I see. If you refuse to yield, then this ends here."
She advanced step by step, while Ye Feng, blood dripping from his arm, staggered back. As the adrenaline faded, a searing pain shot through his wounded limb.
"Don’t worry, Ye Feng. I’ll take good care of you for the rest of your life. By then, we’ll be the most loving couple~"
The moment those words left her lips, her dagger flashed toward Ye Feng’s other wrist. But just then, a blinding light erupted from behind him, disrupting her control over the situation.
"Vroom!"
"Teacher! Get in the car!"
To Ye Feng’s surprise, Li Mucheng’s voice rang out from behind. The intense glare made it impossible to turn, but a slender hand gripped his collar, yanking him backward with all its might.
"No! Come back... Come back to me!"
Feeling Ye Feng slip further away, Xie Yuyan squinted and charged recklessly after him. Just as she closed the distance, Li Mucheng pulled Ye Feng into the car.
"Ah Fu! Drive, now!"
"Vroom!"
The engine roared, and the car sped away, vanishing from Xie Yuyan’s sight.
"......"
Left standing motionless at the alley’s end, Xie Yuyan showed no trace of regret or anger. Instead, she licked the blood from her dagger, her expression melting into intoxicated bliss.
"Useless. It’s all futile. If you want to make this game more interesting... then I’ll play along~"
Dark clouds loomed over Shucheng’s sky as her silhouette dissolved into the abyss of night.
"Mucheng... How did you—?"
Cradled in Li Mucheng’s arms, Ye Feng was still shaken. He knew—had she not arrived, Xie Yuyan’s dagger would have pierced his other wrist, sealing his fate.
"Just hang on, Teacher. We’re heading to the estate. The police and medics are already alerted. No one will hurt you anymore!"
Li Mucheng gave him a reassuring look before retrieving a first-aid kit from the backseat.
"Teacher, in case that woman poisoned the blade, let me disinfect it with alcohol, okay?"
"Y-Yeah... But Mucheng, why are you here? I told you on the phone—"
"Because I was worried about you!"
She unscrewed the alcohol bottle as she spoke.
"I knew it was risky, but you’re the most important person to me! I’d come no matter the cost—even if it meant death!"
"Mucheng..."
Her fierce words struck Ye Feng deeply. Her transformation was the last thing he’d expected.
"Alright, Teacher. This might sting, so bear with me."
She pressed an alcohol-soaked cloth to his wound. Despite bracing himself, the pain sent tremors through his body.
"Teacher..."
Li Mucheng shut her eyes, unable to watch, silently cursing herself for not arriving sooner. Just a little earlier, and he’d have been spared this agony.
"It’s fine, Mucheng. The pain’s nothing. I should be thanking you. But how did you find me?"
"Um... You probably already guessed. Back when I was immature, I... planted a tracker in the phone I gave you. That’s how..."
"......"
Noticing the tense silence, Li Mucheng hastily added, "But I’m not like that anymore! Please believe me!"
"Yeah... I get it. Let’s leave the past behind."
Ye Feng brushed it off, sensing the awkwardness. The pain in his arm had dulled to numbness.
"Could you bandage it for me, Mucheng?"
"O-Okay!"
Relieved he wasn’t holding her past against her, she hurriedly wrapped the wound.
"Teacher, why did Xie Yuyan suddenly attack you? Was it... because of the mask?"
"Huh? Mask? What mask?"
Ye Feng frowned, confused.
"Y-You know... your mask..."
Li Mucheng glanced at Ah Fu, then leaned in, whispering almost inaudibly.
"I mean... the Fox’s mask."
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.
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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.”
