"Ah Fu, are you saying President Li has no issues with me?"
"You could say that, but the main reason he doesn't object is because of the young miss."
Ah Fu nodded, acknowledging Ye Feng's words, but then continued to explain.
"As long as it's something the young miss likes, the master will agree to it—as long as her requests aren't too excessive. Though it may seem like the master barely speaks with her, deep down, he truly loves her."
"......"
Seeing Ye Feng fall silent, Ah Fu went on, "In truth, the master has placed almost no restrictions on the young miss's marriage. Many families have approached him for alliances in the past, but he rejected every single one. It's not that he doesn't want her to marry, but rather, he prefers that she finds her own happiness."
"Li Mucheng's own happiness..."
Hearing this, Ye Feng recalled all the moments he had shared with Li Mucheng, including their intimate physical contact. Logically, Li Jing must have known about these interactions. Yet he never stopped or warned Ye Feng, instead allowing their relationship to develop naturally.
"So President Li has known all along."
"Ahem..."
Ah Fu suddenly realized he might have said too much and quickly cleared his throat before summarizing,
"In short, Ye Feng, you are an incredibly important presence to the young miss. One could say that without you, she wouldn't be who she is today."
"Mucheng..."
Ye Feng murmured her name, filled with emotion. Just then, the car gradually slowed down. Looking out the window, Ye Feng saw a group of men in black standing in the middle of the road leading to the amusement park.
"Tsk."
Ah Fu, sitting in the driver's seat, frowned and rolled down the window to call out, "What are you all doing here? I don’t recall this road being closed."
The men in black remained silent, unmoved by Ah Fu's words. Just as Ah Fu was about to step out of the car, one of them, seemingly the leader, approached.
"I assume the passenger is Mr. Ye Feng?"
"Why else would we be here?"
Despite Ah Fu's slightly hostile tone, the man remained unruffled and replied politely, "No offense intended, sir. We’re security personnel arranged by Miss Su. To ensure Mr. Ye Feng's safety, no vehicles are permitted beyond this point."
"Oh?"
Ah Fu smirked disdainfully and retorted,
"So you're saying we have to walk the rest of the way?"
"That won’t be necessary. We’ve arranged transportation to the amusement park. Mr. Ye Feng only needs to follow us."
"How do we know you're not—"
"It's fine, Ah Fu."
Just then, Ye Feng reached from the back seat and gently patted Ah Fu’s shoulder before responding,
"If Yuxin arranged this, it means she’s taking today’s outing very seriously. I’ll go with them."
"Are you sure? Should I inform the young miss?"
"It’s alright. Just drop me off here. Tell Mucheng I’ll be back soon."
"Alright, then be careful."
After exchanging these words, Ye Feng stepped out of the car. The leader bowed respectfully and guided him to another vehicle bound for the amusement park.
"Mr. Ye Feng, you must be tired from the journey. Miss Su has been waiting for you at the amusement park for a while now."
"Yeah."
Ye Feng glanced at the heavily guarded road and felt reassured. But then he suddenly asked,
"By the way, does CEO Su know about today’s arrangements?"
"Of course. Initially, CEO Su was very reluctant, but after Miss Su made quite a scene, things ended up like this."
"That sounds just like Yuxin..."
After a brief exchange, the car stopped at the amusement park entrance. Ye Feng spotted a figure waving enthusiastically at him before running over.
"Mr. Ye Feng, we’ve arrived. Please step out."
"Thanks."
Ye Feng offered a polite reply before exiting the car. By the time he turned to look at Su Yuxin, she had already thrown herself into his arms.
"Ye Feng~!"
Her petite frame made it easy for Ye Feng to catch her, but unlike Li Mucheng, Su Yuxin—though not as tall—made up for it with the sheer force of her embrace. In fact, Ye Feng had to take a step back to steady himself, all because Su Yuxin surpassed Li Mucheng in one particular aspect...
"Yuxin, slow down. You might trip."
Seeing her after so long, Ye Feng couldn’t help but ruffle her golden hair. Today, as usual, she wore her long hair in twin tails, dressed in an adorable style that made her look like a princess straight out of a fairy tale.
"Ehehe~ Ye Feng, I missed you so much~!"
She nuzzled against him relentlessly, but the close contact stirred something in Ye Feng. To avoid an awkward situation, he quickly separated from her.
"I missed you too, Yuxin. Should we head inside first?"
"Yes, yes! It’s rare to have you all to myself today—I’m going to try every single ride!"
Su Yuxin waved her arms excitedly, clinging to Ye Feng’s arm as she skipped toward the amusement park.
"Ye Feng, time’s ticking! Let’s talk while we play!"
"Alright, but before that, I have a few questions for you. Is that okay?"
"Questions? Of course! I’ll tell you anything you want to know."
"Well..."
Ye Feng tried to subtly free his arm from her grip, but Su Yuxin only tightened her hold in response.
"Yuxin, don’t you think the security today is a bit... excessive?"
"Excessive? Not at all! I did this for your safety, and besides..."
She suddenly let go and moved to his other side before he could react, spotting something unusual on his other arm.
"Wh-what’s wrong, Yuxin? Why are you staring at my arm? Weren’t we going to play? If we don’t hurry, we’ll miss out."
Ye Feng tried to lead her toward the roller coaster, but she firmly grasped his injured arm.
"Ye Feng... does it... hurt?"

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, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

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.”

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!