"Hehe~"
At this moment, Li Mucheng, having left her room with her hair disheveled and completely disregarding her usual dignified appearance, had surprisingly made her way into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Ye Feng. The sight left the maid responsible for meals utterly stunned.
The moment she spotted Li Mucheng, her mind went into overdrive.
I’m done for! The Li family is going to fire me! The young mistress is so hungry she’s cooking for herself—someone as incompetent as me will surely be thrown into the ocean, won’t I? I’m too young to die!!!
"Wuwuwu..."
Hearing the faint sound of sobbing, Li Mucheng turned her head in confusion to look at the maid. Their gazes met.
Under Li Mucheng’s intense stare, the already terrified maid took in her dark, deep, and indifferent eyes and immediately collapsed to her knees, covering her mouth to stifle her cries.
"I-I’m sorry, Young Mistress! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have been so lazy—please spare me! I’ll make sure breakfast is ready early next time!"
The maid, desperate to save herself, kept bowing in apology, leaving Li Mucheng utterly baffled. Blinking in confusion, she waited for the maid to finish before asking, "What... are you talking about?"
"Huh?"
Hearing no trace of anger in Li Mucheng’s voice, the maid froze on the spot. She wiped her slightly damp eyes and muttered, "Aren’t you scolding me for not preparing breakfast?"
"Breakfast? I never asked you to."
"Y-You didn’t?"
"Nope. I’m making it myself—for my teacher. Go attend to your own tasks."
Li Mucheng reached out and helped the maid up, then, under her astonished gaze, returned to the stove to continue cooking. The sight left the maid speechless.
Is... is this really the Young Mistress I know? That blissful smile—I’ve never seen her look like this before!
Wide-eyed, the maid stared at the scene in disbelief. She knew Li Mucheng had a teacher named Ye Feng, but she never imagined the young mistress would go so far as to discard her usual poise for him.
"Hm? Is there something else?"
Noticing the maid still standing there, Li Mucheng’s tone turned slightly impatient.
"N-No, nothing at all! Young Mistress, I’ll go clean right away!"
Quickly bowing, the maid fled the kitchen as if relieved of a great burden. Only then did Li Mucheng smile again, focusing entirely on the pot of congee before her.
......
Click.
Ye Feng, freshly washed and properly dressed, stepped out of his room. The unusual silence from Li Mucheng had begun to worry him, but even after reaching the living room, there was no sign of her.
"Mucheng?"
He called her name, hoping for a response, but only his own faint echo answered.
Strange, where is she?
Just as he began to wonder, the inviting aroma of food drifted from the kitchen. Following the scent, he spotted a slender figure intently watching over a pot.
"Mucheng?"
Seeing her with her hair down—completely unlike her usual composed self—Ye Feng tentatively called out. Hearing his voice, Li Mucheng immediately turned the flame under the congee to low before eagerly rushing toward him, arms outstretched.
Ye Feng swiftly raised his hands, pressing them against her shoulders to keep her at a safe distance.
"Mucheng, don’t... don’t do this, okay? I... think we should maintain some reasonable boundaries."
"Huh?"
Li Mucheng, who had been ready to throw herself into his arms for an energy boost, froze at his sudden resistance. Though her heart sank at his abrupt change in attitude, she didn’t lose control of her emotions as she might have before.
"Teacher, there must be a reason, right? Can you tell me what’s troubling you? Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding."
She clung tightly to Ye Feng’s arm, as if afraid he might vanish. Her trembling eyes bore into him, searching for any hint of what was wrong.
Sure enough, under her scrutiny, she noticed how he deliberately avoided her gaze whenever she stared at him. His hands on her shoulders were stiff, almost mechanical, as if acting out of some inner conflict rather than genuine intent.
Ye Feng had hoped his actions would discourage her, but instead, Li Mucheng stubbornly pushed forward, determined to close the distance between them.
"Mucheng?"
Surprised by her defiance, Ye Feng felt a pang of guilt at the resolve in her eyes. He quickly tried to explain.
"Mucheng, wait—let’s talk somewhere else first..."
"If you have something to say, Teacher, then do it while holding me. I don’t want us to be so distant."
"But Mucheng, I—"
His momentary hesitation was all she needed. Swiftly slipping past his hands, she threw herself into his embrace.
"Got you~"
She clung to him, fists gripping his collar, silently vowing not to let go no matter what he said next.
"Mucheng, please listen. Things between us now..."
"I don’t care about any of that! Whatever’s worrying you doesn’t matter to me. Without you, I’d be miserable—I won’t let you leave me. Just being like this is enough..."
Her voice was muffled against his chest.
"Sigh..."
With a resigned exhale, Ye Feng guided her to the living room sofa before speaking again.
"Mucheng, I didn’t mean to act this way. I just don’t know what lies ahead, and I don’t want you to suffer because of it."
Li Mucheng nestled her cheek against his shoulder, occasionally nuzzling him with warm, gentle presses.
"I love you, Teacher. Not even you can take that away from me. Now, explain—I’ll decide for myself what to think!"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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?"
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.
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.”
