"Boom—"
Gazing out the window at the stormy, pitch-black night, Ye Feng sighed, his mood growing uneasy as the impending downpour loomed.
With rain this heavy, the patrol guards would surely stay indoors, and the estate’s night-vision cameras would be useless in such poor visibility.
He had to stay alert. Xie Yuyan might make her move tonight...
Just as Ye Feng turned away, a flash of lightning illuminated the dark room for a brief moment.
"......"
Though the lightning didn’t startle him, a soft knock came from the door.
"Who is it?"
Ye Feng’s gaze fixed on the doorway as the rain outside began pouring down in sheets, transforming the quiet night into a cacophony.
Yet, even amid the noise, he could hear his own breathing—and the muffled sound beyond the door. But no answer came, leaving him both tense and faintly curious.
"At this hour... who could it be?"
He walked slowly to the door and peered through the peephole.
The hallway outside was shrouded in darkness—nothing was visible.
Had he imagined it? No, the knock had come before the thunder. Someone was definitely there.
Just as he was about to step back and open the door, another bolt of lightning flashed, briefly lighting up the corridor. In that instant, Ye Feng clearly saw a figure standing right outside—silhouetted in a way that unmistakably resembled Li Mucheng.
Mucheng? Why would she be at his door? Shouldn’t she be asleep by now?
Before he could process it, the hallway plunged back into darkness. Without hesitation, Ye Feng flicked on the bedroom light and swung the door open. Sure enough, a figure stood before him.
The light gradually revealed the person in the hallway—Li Mucheng’s delicate, vulnerable face coming into view.
"Teacher~"
Seeing Ye Feng open the door, her pitiful expression brightened slightly. Yet she remained obediently at the threshold, not stepping inside.
"What’s wrong, Mucheng? Is something the matter at this hour?"
Li Mucheng bit her lip, lowered her head, and clutched her chest hesitantly before murmuring, "Teacher... I... I can’t sleep."
"Is it because of the storm?"
"Mm..."
She gave a small nod. Only then did Ye Feng notice she was wearing a thin white nightgown adorned with elegant floral patterns.
"Teacher... I’m scared. Could I... stay with you tonight?"
"Uh... well..."
Ye Feng hesitated. Though his first instinct was to refuse, the thought of leaving her alone in such terrible weather didn’t sit right with him.
"How about this, Mucheng—you take the bed, and I’ll sleep on the sofa?"
"No way!"
She immediately rejected the idea. But from Ye Feng’s tone, it was clear he didn’t object to her staying in his room. Which meant...
Without another word, Li Mucheng stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around him. In truth, she had already slipped out of bed long before the storm gathered, opening her window to let the cold wind seep into her room.
The chill had sunk deep into her body, leaving her trembling and ice-cold by the time she threw herself into Ye Feng’s arms.
"Mucheng? Why are you so cold?"
"B-Because I was scared... Without you, Teacher... I was scared."
Her voice was weak, as though the prolonged exposure to the wind had drained her strength.
"Hold on, I’ll get you to bed."
Ye Feng scooped her up and carried her to his bed, tucking the blankets snugly around her.
"Better now?"
"Mmm..."
Li Mucheng clutched the covers, pulling them halfway over her face as she secretly inhaled Ye Feng’s scent.
Teacher’s smell is so comforting... I could stay here forever...
"Mucheng? Mucheng?"
"Ah! Wh-What is it, Teacher?"
Snapping back to reality, she tightened her grip on the blanket, her pale cheeks flushing crimson.
Ugh... why am I getting lost in his blankets at a time like this? Li Mucheng, you idiot! Teacher is right here, and you’re obsessing over the sheets!
"Are you feeling warmer now?"
Hearing the patience in his voice, she nodded under the covers. "Yes, thanks to you. I’m much better now."
"Good. The weather probably gave you a chill. Since you’re alright, I’ll go settle on the sofa."
"Wait!"
Before he could turn away, Li Mucheng reached out and grabbed his wrist, her voice pleading.
"Don’t go, Teacher... Stay with me, please?"
"I’m not leaving you, Mucheng. I’ll just be on the sofa. Call if you need anything."
"O-Okay..."
Reluctantly, she let go, not wanting to push him further.
"Rest well, then. I’ll get the sofa ready."
"Goodnight, Teacher."
"Goodnight, Mucheng."
With a click, the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness as the storm outside drowned out the rustling of Ye Feng arranging the sofa.
The thunder rumbled on, but under the covers, Li Mucheng tossed and turned, unable to sleep. How could she, when she was sharing a room with Ye Feng?
"T-Teacher?"
She poked her head out and called his name softly. But the downpour was too loud—he didn’t respond.
Is he already asleep? Seriously... he promised he’d answer if I called.
A mischievous idea sparked in her mind. Smiling to herself, she sat up.
If Teacher isn’t answering... maybe I should check on him. Just to be sure he’s okay~
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
