Seeing Shen Mengli trying to wriggle out of his embrace, Ye Feng had no intention of letting her escape. He tightened his grip around her waist and lifted her up effortlessly.
"Hmph, as the saying goes, 'One won’t shed tears until they see their own coffin.' Mengli, your behavior is the perfect example of that."
"Mm..."
Realizing Ye Feng might be serious, Shen Mengli’s mischievous demeanor instantly softened. Within moments, she obediently wrapped her arms around his neck, wearing an expression of resigned determination before firmly shutting her eyes.
"I know you’re just trying to scare me, Xiao Feng! I won’t fall for it!"
"Oh? Seems like you still haven’t grasped the situation, Mengli."
Ye Feng let out a sinister chuckle as he carried her toward the wooden cabin, then unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed under her startled gaze.
As Ye Feng sat at the edge of the bed, staring intently at her, the teasing words Shen Mengli had been about to say died on her lips.
Because she faintly glimpsed it—the barely concealed desire burning in his eyes.
And she knew exactly where that desire stemmed from.
If Ye Feng were likened to a seed yet to sprout, under ordinary circumstances, he would have grown steadily, eventually becoming a towering tree.
That should have been his natural path. But along the way, unscrupulous forces had sought to accelerate his growth, eager to pluck his fruits at their leisure. They had corroded and polished his body through various means, and as they wished, Ye Feng had indeed grown into a tree. Yet at its roots, toxins had seeped deep...
Still, she had to thank those so-called toxins. Without their efforts, how could she have obtained the very tree she had always longed for?
"Xiao... Xiao Feng..."
Breathing heavily, Shen Mengli reached out and pulled Ye Feng close, her earlier pretense crumbling in an instant. Her delicate fingers traced lightly over his chest.
"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re scheming, Mengli. You’re trying to make me back down, aren’t you? But this time, I won’t let you have your way."
With that, Ye Feng seized her wrist and pinned her firmly against the bed, fully expecting her to yield and admit defeat. But before he could react, a pair of soft lips pressed against his.
"Mwah~ ♡"
Huh?!
His mind blanked as the sensation of her lips silenced him, leaving him momentarily stunned.
"Meng... Mengli?"
As Ye Feng tried to speak, Shen Mengli—somehow summoning unexpected strength—pushed him down, reversing their positions in an instant.
"Xiao~ Feng~"
Perched atop him, she gazed down with an entirely different look in her eyes, the earlier confusion now replaced with unmistakable allure.
"Mengli, you... you..."
A foreboding sense of unease prickled at Ye Feng’s heart, as if he’d stumbled into some strange, inescapable trap.
"You walked right into this yourself, Xiao Feng. Today, I won’t let you escape."
"N-no! Mengli, wait! I was just teasing you earlier—don’t take it seriously!"
Too late, Ye Feng realized the gravity of the situation. Just as he braced himself to forcefully push her away, her lips captured his again.
It was clear now—this had been Shen Mengli’s carefully laid trap all along.
"Mmph... Mmengli... slurp..."
"Mwah mwah~"
"Pant... Hah~ ♡"
As her scent filled his senses, Ye Feng’s resolve crumbled bit by bit. But most dangerous of all were her mesmerizing crimson eyes, bewitching him like a spell, drawing him helplessly closer.
"Haah... hah..."
Shen Mengli finally released his lips, her plan a resounding success. Yet her stamina couldn’t match his, forcing her to pause and catch her breath before continuing.
Noticing the dazed haze in Ye Feng’s eyes beginning to clear, she leaned in again—but this time, her target wasn’t his lips.
Today would be the most important day of her life. She would claim Ye Feng, and in turn, let him claim her. Everything she’d done had been for this very purpose.
"Mengli... I-I’m sorry, okay? Can we slow down? My heart feels... strange."
"Strange is good. That’s exactly the reaction I wanted."
Entranced, Shen Mengli caressed his cheek while her hands slid to the hem of his shirt, her gaze never leaving his.
"Xiao Feng."
"Y-yes?"
"I... I want to give you something."
"What is it?"
"I want to give you a happy life~"
With that, she nestled against his chest, murmuring softly as her fingers traced his jawline.
"Leave the rest to me, okay?"
"Mengli, what do you—mmph!"
Before he could finish, Ye Feng was captured once more—but this time, in a way he’d never experienced before.
......
"Young Mistress, are you alright?"
Su Yuxin’s bodyguard rushed forward as she suddenly clutched her chest, her steps faltering.
"I... I’m fine. It’s just—my heart suddenly ached for no reason."
Shaking her head, Su Yuxin tried to refocus on her search for Ye Feng’s whereabouts.
Yet inexplicably, her heart had clenched as if something were suffocating it. Distracted, she misstepped and slipped.
"Thud!"
She tumbled to the ground, but before her bodyguard could help her up, Su Yuxin scrambled to her feet—clutching something in her hand.
It appeared to be...
A bloodstained coat!
Most glaring was the small, gunshot-like hole near the chest area, the darkened bloodstains indicating it had been here for a while.
Ignoring the mud staining her shoes, Su Yuxin immediately dialed Li Mucheng’s number. She knew—this coat was a crucial clue to Ye Feng’s disappearance after his fall from the cliff. The truth was finally within reach.
The call connected swiftly, and Li Mucheng’s voice came through.
"Yuxin? What’s wrong?"
"Mucheng... I think I’ve found Ye Feng."
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.”
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.
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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?"
