"Xie Yuyan, you brought this upon yourself! Anyone who harms the teacher will not be spared!"
The moment Li Mucheng took aim at Xie Yuyan, she pulled the trigger without hesitation. But what happened next was something she never expected—her grip loosened, and the gun clattered to the ground.
"Drip... drip..."
Ye Feng looked at Xie Yuyan, completely unharmed, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face. For the first time, he could clearly see the rare, panicked expression on Xie Yuyan's face.
"Heh... never thought I’d see you make that kind of face. Guess I’m lucky, huh?"
Ye Feng shielded Xie Yuyan with his entire body, bracing for another gunshot.
"Ye... Ye Feng?"
The fury in Xie Yuyan’s eyes faded, replaced by clarity. Her lips trembled, unable to form words.
"You... you..."
"It’s alright, Yuyan. I’m just glad you’re back."
Ye Feng reached out, gently pressing his hand against Xie Yuyan’s forehead before flicking it lightly.
"That’s your punishment for this time. If you pull something like this again, I won’t forgive you."
Blood gushed from his wound, and Ye Feng’s strength drained away as he collapsed into Xie Yuyan’s arms.
"Ye... Ye Feng?"
Xie Yuyan froze like a lifeless doll, unable to react as Ye Feng slumped against her.
"I’ve always worried about you. I tried so hard to guide you back, but... I failed. You know why I kept my distance—this obsessive, controlling love isn’t what I wanted. And I owe you... not just you, but everyone."
With the last of his strength, Ye Feng wrapped his arms around Xie Yuyan before releasing her rigid form.
"I tried to make amends, but I’m exhausted. Maybe this is how it should end."
"No... Ye Feng, that’s not true! You always have a way out—why didn’t you use it this time?"
Ye Feng glanced at the wound on his chest, then staggered toward the cliff’s edge. By the time Xie Yuyan realized his intention and reached out, it was too late—he was already at the precipice.
"I have no more tricks left... none. The last one was used when you stabbed me. But it’s fine. I don’t care anymore. Maybe this is for the best..."
"No... Ye Feng, you can’t! We promised to stay together!"
Xie Yuyan had never heard such words from him before. The usually composed woman broke down, shaking her head in denial. She wanted to pull him back, but even a single step forward would send him tumbling into the abyss.
"Guh—"
Ye Feng felt his organs failing, his vision blurring. His gaze shifted past Xie Yuyan to Li Mucheng and Su Yuxin behind her.
"Mucheng, Yuxin... please, don’t hurt Yuyan. That’s my final request. And Mucheng—it’s not your fault. I just... can’t keep going like this. I’ve made too many mistakes. It’s time to end it."
"No... Teacher..."
Li Mucheng’s face drained of color, her feet rooted in place. In her eyes, she was the one who had shot Ye Feng. She never meant for this to happen—she only wanted Xie Yuyan gone. Why...?
"Teacher, please don’t give up! I’ll get the best doctors in the country to heal you! Please... I didn’t mean to—"
"Brother Ye Feng, I’ll be good! Please... please don’t leave me!"
Su Yuxin burst into tears. She had come today to seek Ye Feng’s forgiveness, never imagining things would turn out like this. In a way, she, too, was responsible for his death.
"Sorry... I can’t promise you anything. My body won’t hold on any longer. I just need to rest... And Mucheng, remember—don’t blame Yuyan. None of this is your fault. Let me... the one who started it all... be the one to pay."
With a final groan, Ye Feng coughed up blood, his eyes closing as all signs of life faded. To Li Mucheng and Su Yuxin, it might have looked like he had merely passed out—but Xie Yuyan, trained as a killer, knew better. The moment he spat blood, his life had vanished.
Then, before their horrified eyes, Ye Feng tipped backward and plunged into the ravine. As his figure disappeared over the edge, the three girls forgot their grudges and schemes, rushing to the cliffside to watch him vanish into the river below.
"No!!"
"Teacher!!"
"Brother Ye Feng!!"
No matter how desperately they screamed, it was too late. Ye Feng was gone. Fearing the worst, their bodyguards rushed forward, restraining Xie Yuyan, Li Mucheng, and Su Yuxin—some to prevent Xie Yuyan from snapping, others to protect their young mistresses.
"Let me go! I need to apologize to the teacher! I never meant for this!"
"Brother Ye Feng..."
"Why... why did this happen? He had that pill! It worked before—it has to be a trick! I need to see for myself... let me go!"
......
"Gurgle..."
In the rushing currents, Ye Feng wearily opened his eyes. He had no idea what was happening on the cliff now—his only concern was surviving the river.
Earlier, when he’d embraced Xie Yuyan, he had secretly taken the False Death Pill. He knew that even if he fell, Xie Yuyan, with her assassin’s instincts, would detect whether he was truly dead. The pill simulated death perfectly—enough to convince even her.
But now came the real challenge: escaping the merciless river alive.
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.”
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
