"Hehe~"
After everything was over, the two of them sat on the sofa. Ye Feng absentmindedly watched the news on TV, while Li Mucheng beside him propped her chin in her hands, gazing intently at him.
Ye Feng rolled his eyes at Li Mucheng in exasperation. From their earlier conversation, he already knew that Li Mucheng would never remain just his student forever—her feelings for him wouldn’t change. Her persistent gaze was fixed on him, unwavering.
The only difference was that Li Mucheng had shed her former arrogance and haughtiness, replacing it with gentleness and grace.
"You’ve changed a lot too, Teacher."
Li Mucheng suddenly spoke up, still staring at him. The remark caught Ye Feng off guard, and he quickly asked, "Oh? Then tell me, Mucheng, what exactly has changed about me?"
Li Mucheng scooted closer to Ye Feng, and under his watchful eyes, she reached out and took his hand, placing it in her own palm. A happy smile spread across her face.
"You’re not as lost as before. Your eyes seem much more determined now."
"Eh? Really?"
Listening to Li Mucheng’s words, Ye Feng couldn’t help but reflect on his recent state. Ever since realizing that the girls around him harbored an obsessive possessiveness toward him, the gentle indulgence he once used to compensate them had faded. In the past, he would agree to almost any request and went out of his way to care for them—until the first dark seed sprouted...
"Yes."
Li Mucheng cupped Ye Feng’s hand and gently pressed it against her cheek, smiling at him.
"At first, Teacher, you were so gentle with me—with all of us. But after everything that happened, your attitude changed. And it was because of that change that I realized my own mistakes. If I had to put it into words... the reason I was able to return to normal was because of you. When your kindness suddenly disappeared that day, my heart ached as if I’d lost something precious. I drifted through my days in a daze... and at one point, there was even a voice in my head urging me to just take you for myself, no matter what..."
"But then I remembered the disappointed look on your face that day, and I came to my senses. I cast those terrible thoughts aside, and that’s how I became who I am today."
Ye Feng didn’t pull his hand away from Li Mucheng’s cheek. Her explanation cleared up many things in his mind, and a vague idea began to form—only to be immediately shattered by Li Mucheng’s next words.
"Teacher, I love you."
"!!!!"
By the time Ye Feng snapped out of his daze, he found Li Mucheng’s beautiful peach-blossom eyes fixed on him. Her deep gaze reflected nothing but his own image, as if she wanted to imprint him into her very sight. But this time, there was no trace of the shyness or nervousness from before—only calm certainty. Her composed demeanor suggested she already knew the answer, yet she still chose to voice her feelings.
"So you finally said it."
Ye Feng paused. He had been prepared for Li Mucheng’s confession. He knew full well that now was not the time for love, not when he was still so lost. Besides, the fate tied to his system proved he didn’t deserve love in the first place. Rather than dwelling on romance, he needed to figure out what path to take next.
"Mucheng, I—"
"Shh~"
Just as Ye Feng began to speak, Li Mucheng pressed a finger to his lips and smiled softly.
"I’m not asking for an answer, Teacher. I just wanted to tell you how I feel. Before, I didn’t dare say it—and I didn’t dare hear your reply, because I was terrified you’d disappear from my world. But now it’s different. I can feel that you’ll always be with me, just like when you saved me from those bad people all those years ago. Right?"
"......"
Ye Feng fell silent for a moment before nodding slightly.
"Yeah. If you’re ever in danger, I’ll come for you right away. After all... you saved me once too."
His last words were barely a whisper, but Li Mucheng’s sharp ears caught them.
I saved Teacher?
The statement left Li Mucheng deep in thought. She didn’t understand what Ye Feng meant.
Is he talking about how I rescued him from Xie Yuyan? But he said "once before"... Have I saved him in the past?
Not wanting to confuse Ye Feng, she pushed the question aside for now and instead wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
"Thank you, Teacher. I’m so happy... really, so happy~"
Feeling the softness of Li Mucheng’s body against him, Ye Feng gently patted her head.
"Alright, alright. Since we’ve got nothing else to do, want to go out for a walk with me?"
"Mmm~ Teacher, I told you not to pat my head! I’m not a kid anymore!"
"Oh? Really? But you don’t seem to be resisting much."
At his teasing, Li Mucheng’s already pink cheeks turned as red as ripe apples, and she buried her face in his chest.
"T-Teacher... you’re always teasing me... meanie..."
"!!!!"
The coquettish tone in her voice sent a jolt through Ye Feng's heart. He had never heard Li Mucheng speak in such a sweet, flirtatious manner before.
Since when did the proud young miss of the Li family become as docile and adorable as a kitten? Is this really the same Li Mucheng I know?
"Ugh..."
Suddenly, Li Mucheng realized the world had gone silent—save for the rapid thumping of Ye Feng’s heartbeat and her own quickened breaths.
"Hm?"
Curious, she slowly lifted her head from his chest—only to immediately duck back down in embarrassment when she saw the stunned look on his face.
Ahhh! Teacher saw me acting like this! So embarrassing!!!
"Mucheng? How about that walk?"
"O-okay..."
......
"How has my daughter been lately?"
Meanwhile, in the CEO’s office of Li Corporation, Li Jing set down a document and raised an eyebrow as he inquired.
"Miss Li is safe. Ye Feng is also recuperating at the estate. As for that woman, we’re still tracking her down."
"Good. As long as she’s unharmed."
Li Jing’s voice carried the authority of a man used to command.
"Ensure both Mucheng and Ye Feng are protected. Not a single misstep is allowed!"
"Understood!"

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.”

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?!

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.