"Xie Yuyan, I have to admit you've really changed a lot."
Ye Feng withdrew his hand and sighed as he looked into Xie Yuyan's eyes, which were filled with nothing but him.
"Really? Then, Ye Feng, does that mean you can forgive me now?"
Hearing Ye Feng's response, Xie Yuyan's heart leaped with joy. She stepped closer to him, gazing up with pitiful, pleading eyes.
"Didn't I say it's all in the past? And Xie Yuyan, don’t stand so close to me."
Feeling Xie Yuyan's body nearly pressed against his, Ye Feng hastily leaned back. Fortunately, she obediently moved away.
"Sorry, Ye Feng, I got a little too excited."
"It's... it's fine. I should probably go check if the others have arrived. I’m starting to worry since Shen Mengli hasn’t shown up yet."
"O-okay... I’ll go with you."
Xie Yuyan’s heart ached at the affectionate way Ye Feng referred to Shen Mengli. Once upon a time, he had addressed her with the same tenderness—until she had carelessly thrown it all away.
"No need, Xie Yuyan. Just stay seated."
"O-okay then..."
The moment Ye Feng stood up, perhaps due to his flustered state, he stumbled before even steadying himself, accidentally knocking into the table leg. Unable to regain his balance, he tumbled forward.
"Ye Feng!"
Thud!
A loud crash echoed as he hit the floor—yet strangely, he felt no pain. It was as if he had landed on something soft, like a pile of cotton.
"Huh?!"
Looking down, he realized Xie Yuyan had somehow caught him, cushioning his fall while she herself crashed onto the hard floor.
"Xie Yuyan?"
"Ye Feng, are you okay?!"
They spoke in unison before falling into an awkward silence.
After what felt like an eternity, Ye Feng finally broke the tension, scrambling to his feet.
"Xie Yuyan, why would you do that? Do you have any idea how much that must’ve hurt? What if you got seriously injured?"
"Ye Feng..."
Still lying on the cold floor, Xie Yuyan’s expression bloomed like a delicate flower, radiant and breathtaking.
"Are you... worried about me?"
"Now’s not the time for that! Get up and let me check if you’re hurt anywhere."
"Okay~"
Xie Yuyan giggled, her eyes crinkling as if the pain meant nothing to her. With Ye Feng’s help, she rose to her feet.
"No sprains or scrapes?"
Ye Feng quickly scanned her up and down, though her sportswear made it impossible to spot any injuries.
"Um... I’m not sure. Probably not?"
"Good. Xie Yuyan, what were you thinking? Do you want to get hurt?"
Ye Feng glared at her in exasperation, clearly displeased with her recklessness. Yet she simply smiled, accepting his scolding without protest.
"Sorry, Ye Feng. I just... acted on instinct. I’d do anything to keep you from getting hurt, no matter the cost."
"You’re insane. Absolutely insane."
Ye Feng clenched his fist midair before finally letting it drop with a resigned sigh.
"Xie Yuyan, haven’t I told you to put yourself first? Nothing in this world is more important than your own well-being."
"There is."
"Don’t start with that nonsense. Sit back down right now—or do I have to make you behave?"
"Alright, alright. Don’t be mad, Ye Feng. See? Everything’s fine."
"Are you sure you’re not hurt anywhere?"
"Well... actually, there is one place..."
"Why didn’t you say so sooner? Where does it hurt?"
Ye Feng leaned in, concerned. He never expected Xie Yuyan to go this far for him—though, knowing her stubbornness, changing her mind would be harder than scaling the heavens.
"Here..."
Xie Yuyan’s eyes shimmered softly as she placed a hand over her chest, right above her heart.
"......"
"Xie Yuyan, are you messing with me?"
"I’m serious! Ever since I saw you were safe, my heart... it’s been aching."
"Sigh... Just go sit down and rest. Maybe it’ll pass."
"O-okay..."
Xie Yuyan knew even this small interaction was slowly mending the rift between them. She couldn’t rush things now—Ye Feng’s feelings mattered more than her impatience.
Watching Xie Yuyan obediently comply, Ye Feng finally relaxed. Dealing with her was like punching cotton—no matter how much force he mustered, it never seemed to land.
As Xie Yuyan moved past him, Ye Feng noticed a leaf stuck to her back from the fall. He reached out to remove it—only for her to turn around abruptly.
Flick
Thump~
"Mm... Y-Ye Feng?"
Xie Yuyan shuddered instinctively, her usually composed face flushing crimson in an instant. Her lips parted slightly, as if struggling to find words.
"!!!"
Ye Feng hadn’t anticipated this mishap either. He stumbled back, waving his hands frantically.
"S-sorry, Xie Yuyan! I was just trying to—"
"It’s... it’s fine."
To his surprise, Xie Yuyan cut him off, lowering her head as the room grew thick with tension. Biting her lip coyly, she murmured,
"You... you can, you know... if it’s what you want..."
"Want what?!"
Thankfully, Ye Feng’s quick thinking shattered the spell before Xie Yuyan could fully lean into her seductive act.
"That was an accident! There was a leaf on your back—I was just trying to remove it!"
"But it doesn’t have to be an accident..."
"It was! A genuine, 100% accident!"
Seeing how adamant he was, Xie Yuyan reluctantly dropped the subject.
"Fine... sigh."
"Why are you sighing?!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!" "......"
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.”
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!
