"Wuu... Yu Yan, Mu Cheng, won't you say something?"
Su Yuxin paced anxiously by the sofa, murmuring as she glanced at the two seated girls. Ye Feng's earlier reaction made it clear he knew Shen Mengli had revealed his secret. If things continued this way, not only would Ye Feng and Shen Mengli's relationship fracture, but the rest of them might also be dragged into the fallout...
The mere thought sent a shiver down Su Yuxin's spine, her whole body tensing at the terrifying possibility. Yet Li Mucheng and Xie Yuyan remained eerily calm, their silence unbroken.
"Yuxin, panicking won’t help now. All we can do is wait for Teacher’s final decision and hope Mengli can soothe him..."
Li Mucheng lifted her gaze to meet Su Yuxin’s, patting the empty spot beside her.
"I understand how you feel, but we can’t intervene without making things worse."
"I... I know. I’m just so worried..."
Su Yuxin sighed softly, shuffling over to sit next to Li Mucheng before casting a tentative glance at Xie Yuyan across the sofa.
"Relax."
Xie Yuyan tossed her a reassuring look before speaking slowly.
"During my private talks with Ye Feng, I sensed a shift in his heart. He’s no longer as resistant toward us. With his secret out in the open, the weight on his mind has lightened. He wasn’t as distant as before, either. I believe Mengli will succeed."
"Mmm..."
......
As time passed, footsteps suddenly echoed down the hallway. All three girls snapped their attention toward the sound, watching as Ye Feng approached—Shen Mengli clinging to his arm. Their expressions softened, as if the answer had already been delivered.
"Ye... Ye Feng-gege..."
Su Yuxin was the first to rise from the sofa, her small hands clutching her skirt as she stared at him with pleading eyes.
"I’m sorry! I was the one who begged Mengli to do it! And about Mu Cheng and Yu Yan—"
Before she could finish, Ye Feng gently rested a hand on her head. The unexpected touch made Su Yuxin stiffen, her breath hitching. After a stunned pause, she finally dared to peek up.
"Ye Feng-gege?"
"It’s alright, Yuxin. No more apologies. If anything, I’m the one who should be sorry."
"But... why...?"
"Listen, let’s save this for later. There’s something else I need to discuss with all of you."
"O... okay."
Su Yuxin stammered her agreement, shuffling toward the far end of the sofa—only for Shen Mengli to yank her back by the wrist.
"Huh? Mengli?"
Shen Mengli offered a faint smile and a nod.
"Sit down, Yuxin. Honestly, even now you’re trying to shoulder the blame alone? If Xiao Feng weren’t here, I’d have scolded you properly."
"Wuu..."
Su Yuxin hung her head, avoiding everyone’s gaze. Her earlier words stemmed from the fact that, among them all, she felt the most distant from Ye Feng. To protect him, she’d been ready to sacrifice herself.
"Wow, Yuxin! How could you do this to us?"
Even the usually gentle Li Mucheng puffed her cheeks in frustration.
"We promised to face things together, didn’t we? No matter what happens, we don’t give up! Do you think hogging all the blame will solve anything?"
Su Yuxin parted her lips to reply but clamped them shut under Li Mucheng’s stern glare.
Seeing her subdued expression, Li Mucheng sighed after catching Ye Feng’s subtle headshake.
"Fine. Just don’t let it happen again, understood?"
"Y-yes, I got it."
Grateful for the out, Su Yuxin nodded vigorously. Meanwhile, Ye Feng guided her back to the sofa, his tone turning serious.
"Now that things are settled, let’s address the main issue. Yu Yan, Mu Cheng, take your seats too."
"Understood, Teacher."
"Mm."
The two exchanged a glance before sitting opposite Ye Feng.
Surrounded by four pairs of attentive eyes, Ye Feng felt a flicker of nervousness. Clearing his throat, he began:
"Since you’re all aware of the system within me—and the last secret I hid—it’s time we talked openly."
"First, I owe you an apology. Our meeting happened because of my own circumstances. I know it’s too late to undo things, and my attempts to make amends were flawed. If anyone holds resentment, please tell me now."
The moment he finished, Ye Feng felt a tug on his sleeve. Turning, he found Su Yuxin biting her lip, her dazzling eyes locked onto him.
"I... I..."
"It’s alright, Yuxin. Speak your mind. I know there’s distance between us—"
But to his surprise, her words were nothing like what he’d expected.
With eyes curved into crescents, Su Yuxin beamed a radiant, sweet smile.
"I like Ye Feng-gege! There’s nothing I’m unhappy about!"
Her sunny expression pierced through the gloom in Ye Feng’s heart like a scorching ray, instantly brightening his world.
......
"Ah... r-really? Thank you for still trusting me, Yuxin."
Ye Feng chuckled, ruffling her hair as she clung tighter to his arm.
"I-I feel the same as Yuxin! No complaints about Teacher!" Li Mucheng chimed in, fists clenched.
"Me too!"
Not to be outdone, Shen Mengli mirrored Su Yuxin, snuggling against Ye Feng’s other arm.
"No objections here."
Xie Yuyan was the last to respond, her calm demeanor unchanged. After all, she and Ye Feng had already shared countless private conversations—he knew her heart well.
"Everyone..."
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?"
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.”
