"Ahem... You guys keep chatting, I’ll go out for a walk."
Feeling the intensity of Li Mucheng’s gaze on him, Ye Feng quickly made an excuse to leave. Since Shen Mengli was safe and sound, there was no need for him to stay so tense.
"Mmm... Alright then. Teacher, I’ll talk with Mengli a bit more—it won’t take long."
"Okay."
After uttering that single word, Ye Feng hurriedly left. Only when he stepped out of the manor did he finally exhale a long breath.
For some reason, even though he felt lighter after confessing his final secret, Ye Feng couldn’t shake the uneasy sensation whenever he met Li Mucheng’s eyes. It was as if his entire being was laid bare before her, sending a chill down his spine.
"Ah... Maybe I’m just overthinking it. Since I’ve got nothing else to do, why not take a look around the renovated manor?"
Pushing his melancholy aside, Ye Feng began wandering aimlessly outside the estate.
......
"Looks like Brother Ye Feng is gone... Xie Yuyan, what should we do now?"
Su Yuxin, hiding nervously in the bedroom, clutched the hem of her skirt and whispered her question to Xie Yuyan.
Seated on a nearby chair, Xie Yuyan lowered her eyes as if deep in thought. Just as Su Yuxin pressed her ear against the door to listen for movement in the living room, Xie Yuyan suddenly stood and walked straight toward her.
"Huh? Xie... Xie Yuyan? You—"
Before Su Yuxin could finish, Xie Yuyan reached out and turned the doorknob. As the door slowly opened, even Shen Mengli—who had been talking with Li Mucheng in the living room—was slightly startled.
"Xie Yuyan?!"
"Yuyan?"
Su Yuxin quickly peeked out, scanning the room. When she confirmed Ye Feng wasn’t there, she grabbed Xie Yuyan’s wrist, trying to pull her back inside. But her strength was no match for Xie Yuyan, who remained rooted in place.
"Xie Yuyan, come back inside! If Brother Ye Feng finds out, we’re all done for!"
Xie Yuyan gently took Su Yuxin’s hand and gave it a reassuring pat.
"Didn’t you notice... something off about Ye Feng’s tone just now?"
"Off? What do you mean, Xie Yuyan?" Shen Mengli was the first to ask.
"When Ye Feng came in earlier, the way he spoke to Li Mucheng seemed hesitant, yet his tone was oddly calm. That means he’s already forcibly distanced himself from everyone except Shen Mengli. If we don’t do something now, nothing will bring him back."
"......"
After Xie Yuyan’s words, silence fell over Shen Mengli and Li Mucheng. Even Su Yuxin slowly released her grip.
"So... what’s your plan, Yuyan?"
Li Mucheng was the first to respond, finding some truth in Xie Yuyan’s reasoning. If it solved the problem, any method was worth trying.
Xie Yuyan pressed her lips together before speaking softly.
"I want to talk to Ye Feng alone."
"Are... are you sure that’s okay?"
"Yes. Someone has to take the first step. Since none of you have any ideas, let me handle it."
The other three exchanged glances before nodding in agreement.
"Be careful, Xie Yuyan. Call for us if you need help."
As Xie Yuyan turned to leave, Shen Mengli spoke up. She knew Xie Yuyan’s approach was risky, but it was necessary.
"Alright."
......
"Mmm... The flowers in the manor still smell just as sweet."
Lost in thought, Ye Feng sat down on a bench in the garden.
"Was what I did right... or wrong?"
Just as he sank into solitude, the sound of light footsteps reached his ears.
At first, Ye Feng assumed it was one of the manor’s staff and paid it no mind. But as the footsteps drew closer, curiosity flickered in his chest.
The area around him was nothing but flowers and greenery—nowhere of particular interest. That meant whoever was approaching had come specifically for him.
Could it be Mengli looking for him? Or maybe Li Mucheng had something to say?
When the figure finally came into view, Ye Feng’s eyes widened in surprise.
"Mind if I sit here?"
Xie Yuyan’s sultry voice drifted into his ears, leaving Ye Feng staring at her in disbelief.
"Xie Yuyan? Why are you—"
"I missed you. So I came to see you. I was afraid I’d never get another chance."
Her tone was soft as she knelt before him.
"What are you—"
"You didn’t say I could sit beside you, so I thought kneeling would be easier on your neck."
"Don’t be like this, Xie Yuyan. Sit if you want—no need to ask."
"Because before, I never considered your feelings. I acted on my own whims and made you uncomfortable too many times. But I’m not that stubborn girl anymore. Isn’t it only natural that I’ve changed?"
"Ahem... Let’s not stray from the topic."
Ye Feng cleared his throat, cutting her off.
"So... have you been staying at Li Mucheng’s manor all this time?"
"Yes."
Xie Yuyan didn’t lie, explaining her reasons plainly.
"I feel safer here. And sometimes, I get to chat with Li Mucheng."
"What about your house...?"
"After you left, I never went back."
Xie Yuyan forced a smile—the kind exchanged between ex-lovers pretending they’re doing just fine.
"Why? Didn’t you always want a life of your own?"
"That was only if that life included you."
Afraid of upsetting him, Xie Yuyan quickly changed the subject.
"By the way... how have you and Shen Mengli been?"
"Hmm... That apartment I rented—you were the one who cleaned it, weren’t you?"
"Heh, you noticed. But how? I thought I hid it well enough."
"I saw the blanket on the sofa was gone... That was your favorite thing when you lived there."
"So... you knew all along."
Xie Yuyan leaned closer, resting her head against him.
"Xie Yu—"
"I missed you, Ye Feng... So, so much..."
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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?"
