After the private doctors left, Li Mucheng picked up the medical report once more and scrutinized it carefully. Only after confirming everything was in order did she finally let go of the anxiety that had been weighing on her.
"Phew..."
She exhaled deeply, handing the report to Ah Fu beside her before turning toward the medical ward where Ye Feng was resting. As she walked, she spoke to Ah Fu, who followed closely behind.
"Any updates on that woman?"
"According to the latest intel from the field, there’s still no trace of the target. The only signs left at Ye Feng’s residence were from much earlier."
"Keep looking. Shu City is vast—I refuse to believe we can’t find a single person! Also, increase security around the estate. That woman is anything but ordinary."
"Understood! I’ll relay the orders immediately."
Ah Fu nodded and promptly strode down the hallway.
Click.
The sound of the ward door opening made Ye Feng jerk his head up, as if triggered by some instinctive reflex. Only when he saw it was Li Mucheng did he relax back onto the bed.
"Teacher."
The moment she saw him, Li Mucheng called out to him in a sweet voice.
"Mn. Mucheng, have you finished handling your matters?"
Ye Feng turned his head slightly to look at her as she approached, his voice soft. After speaking, his gaze drifted to his heavily bandaged arm, wrapped like a dumpling, then to the beeping machines surrounding him. Anyone who didn’t know better would think he’d been admitted to intensive care!
"By the way, Mucheng, it’s just a minor injury. Was all this really necessary?"
"Teacher, it’s precisely because you’re always so careless that people take advantage of you!"
Li Mucheng pouted, sitting on the stool beside his bed. Gently, she traced her fingers over the bandages on his arm.
"Whether it’s a minor or major injury, you should take it seriously—especially when the attacker is such a ruthless villain!"
After her indignant outburst, she suddenly seemed to remember something. Under Ye Feng’s watchful gaze, she leaned forward, resting her head on the edge of his bed.
"Mucheng?"
Seeing her like this, Ye Feng assumed she was exhausted. Using his uninjured arm for support, he pushed himself up slightly.
"Hm? Teacher, what are you—?"
Li Mucheng lifted her head in confusion, blinking tiredly. She looked utterly drained.
"You must be exhausted, Mucheng. Why don’t you go back and rest? I’ll be fine here alone."
"No! I won’t abandon you like this!"
"That’s not what I meant. You misunderstood."
Her vehement reaction made Ye Feng drop the idea of sending her away.
"But Mucheng, you can barely keep your eyes open. If you push yourself like this, your health will suffer."
"Don’t worry about me, Teacher. I’m not sleepy at all! I just need a moment to rest after the long car ride."
"Alright… but promise me you’ll go rest properly if you start feeling drowsy, okay?"
"Of course, Teacher. I know my limits."
With that, Li Mucheng straightened up from the stool. After checking that the surrounding machines were functioning normally, she settled onto the edge of Ye Feng’s bed.
"Teacher, if these machines are bothering you, we can turn them off. All your vitals are stable, and lying in a hospital bed isn’t as comfortable as a proper room."
"Well…"
Ye Feng considered her suggestion before nodding. Staying in the ward indefinitely wasn’t ideal, and having a private room would aid his recovery—not to mention giving Li Mucheng a proper place to rest.
"Fine. But before that, can I ask you for a favor?"
"Of course! No matter how many favors, as long as it’s for you, Teacher."
"Ahem… Earlier, I called both you and Yu Xin to warn you to stay safe. I was afraid Xie Yuyan might resort to extreme measures. Now that you’re unharmed, I’m worried about Yu Xin’s situation. Could you check in on her for me? And… could you also look into whether anything’s happened at Hope Orphanage?"
As he spoke, an image of Shen Mengli flashed through his mind. Of the three, she was the one he feared for the most.
For one, her frail condition made it nearly impossible for her to care for herself. Secondly, Xie Yuyan had targeted her first. Though Ye Feng hadn’t seen any blood on Xie Yuyan when she scaled the orphanage wall, he couldn’t shake his concern for Shen Mengli’s safety.
"Oh… I see. Alright, I understand."
A trace of disappointment flickered in Li Mucheng’s heart at his words. She didn’t like hearing other women’s names from Ye Feng’s lips. But then, as if struck by a thought, she asked hesitantly:
"Teacher… can I ask who you called first?"
"Of course it was you. Why? Because you—"
"I get it now, Teacher~"
The gloom on Li Mucheng’s face instantly vanished, replaced by a bright smile as she cut him off.
I was first… See? Staying by Teacher’s side really does make him care more about me! If only I’d realized sooner…
"Mucheng? Are you alright?"
"Mn! I’m fine, Teacher. I’ll call Yu Xin right away!"
"Thank you."
As Li Mucheng pulled out her phone to dial Su Yuxin, Ye Feng fell silent, holding his breath as he waited for a response.
Beep… Beep…
The monotonous dial tone filled the air, and both their expressions grew tense. Just as the call was about to time out, Su Yuxin finally picked up.
"Hello?"
Her voice came through clearly, sounding completely unruffled.
"Mm…"
Li Mucheng glanced at Ye Feng’s expectant nod before speaking.
"Are you okay?"
"Li Mucheng, what’s your point? If you have something to say, just say it."
"I didn’t mean anything by it. I just wanted to make sure you’re safe. You’ve already gotten Teacher’s call, right?"
"Obviously. Is there a problem?"
"Tch."
Su Yuxin’s grating tone made Li Mucheng click her tongue in irritation. She was tempted to hang up immediately—every word exchanged with Su Yuxin made her skin crawl.

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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?"