"Wh...What did you say, Xiao Feng!?"
"Ye Feng, you're leaving?!"
The two spoke in unison, their eyes betraying a hint of barely concealed tension.
Ye Feng didn’t beat around the bush and immediately explained the phone call he had received earlier to Xie Yuyan and Shen Mengli.
"Mu Cheng’s father? But why would he reach out to you, Xiao Feng, of all people, at this time?"
"Exactly! Mu Cheng never mentioned anything like this before. I think we should call her right away and ask!"
At this point, Xie Yuyan’s initial plan to help Ye Feng prepare dinner was completely forgotten, replaced by a deeply worried gaze fixed on him.
"No need, Yuyan. If Mu Cheng doesn’t even know about this, then her father clearly didn’t intend for her to find out. Doing this might only stir up unnecessary trouble. And don’t worry about my safety—it’s just a conversation."
"......"
Xie Yuyan clearly doubted Ye Feng’s words. Of course, she trusted him unconditionally, but when it came to something potentially dangerous, she absolutely wouldn’t let it slide.
"I won’t allow it! Your safety is the most important thing right now. Forgive me, but this is the one thing I can’t compromise on."
Seeing how firm Xie Yuyan was, Ye Feng knew further argument would be pointless.
"Alright then, Yuyan, how about we tell Yu Xin about this? That way, even if Mu Cheng doesn’t know, at least Yu Xin can keep an eye out. If anything happens, she can inform Mu Cheng immediately. What do you think?"
"W-well… fine. But you have to keep in touch with us at all times, and… if you don’t respond within a certain timeframe, I’ll come looking for you myself."
"......"
Relieved that Xie Yuyan had finally relented, Ye Feng nodded in agreement.
"Good, it’s settled then. Now, Yuyan, let’s get started on dinner. Mengli, you can rest for a bit..."
Just as Ye Feng turned to glance at Shen Mengli, he noticed a small hand clutching the hem of his shirt. Looking down, he realized it was none other than Shen Mengli herself.
"Mengli? You—"
"Xiao Feng, you go rest. Yuyan and I can handle the rest."
Shen Mengli placed a hand on Ye Feng’s shoulder, her voice soft and reassuring.
"Me, rest? That’s not right—I can’t just sit around."
"Why not? You still have to contact Yu Xin later. This way, you can save some time."
"Mengli’s right. Leave dinner to us."
"Alright then. If you need any help, just call me."
Seeing their insistence, Ye Feng gave in. With a nod, he headed toward the balcony.
Watching Ye Feng’s retreating figure, Shen Mengli turned to exchange a glance with Xie Yuyan before helping her with the cooking. As she rinsed a tomato, she spoke up.
"What do you think, Yuyan?"
Xie Yuyan knew exactly what she meant and pondered for a moment. "First, there’s no doubt Ye Feng is telling the truth. The issue lies with this sudden phone call. If even Li Mu Cheng doesn’t know about it, it must be something serious."
"I thought the same. But I’m worried something might happen to Xiao Feng."
"Don’t worry. I’ve got this."
Shen Mengli looked up in surprise at Xie Yuyan’s comforting words. "Yuyan… you’re not planning to secretly follow him, are you?"
"Mm."
Xie Yuyan nodded.
"Even if Ye Feng doesn’t sense any danger, I think it’s necessary to protect him. Don’t worry, Mengli—I’ll make sure he’s safe. Not a single scratch."
"But… what if he finds out?"
"Trust me, I’m good at staying hidden!"
"Mm… alright."
After a brief discussion, the two had formed a rough plan. To avoid raising Ye Feng’s suspicions, they focused on preparing dinner.
......
Meanwhile, Su Yuxin, dressed in the pajamas Li Mu Cheng had lent her, was on her way to Mu Cheng’s room when her phone suddenly rang.
"Huh? Who’s—"
She almost dismissed the call but caught a glimpse of the caller ID—Ye Feng. She immediately answered.
"Hello? Is… is that you, Ye Feng?"
"Mm, good evening, Yu Xin."
The familiar voice on the other end brought a sweet smile to Su Yuxin’s face.
"Good evening, Ye Feng~"
"Have you had dinner yet?"
"We have! I’m on my way to Mu Cheng’s room now. We’re planning to watch a movie later."
Su Yuxin answered honestly. Though she didn’t know why Ye Feng was calling, just hearing his concern made her happy.
"A… a movie? So Mu Cheng isn’t with you right now?"
Su Yuxin didn’t understand why he’d ask but nodded anyway. "No, she’s waiting for me in her room. Did something happen, Ye Feng?"
"Yes, but it’s nothing major. Still, Yu Xin, could you hold off on going to Mu Cheng for now? There’s something important I need to tell you."
"Important?"
Though confused, Su Yuxin obeyed and moved to a quieter spot in the hallway.
"It’s quiet here now, Ye Feng. You can tell me."
"Alright."
Ye Feng’s voice carried a hint of urgency as he quickly explained everything. By the time he finished, Su Yuxin was covering her mouth in shock, her earlier excitement replaced by deep concern.
"H-how could this be?! Mu Cheng really doesn’t know?"
"No. When I got the call, I was startled too."
"N-no way! Ye Feng, it’s too dangerous for you to go alone! Uncle Li has always been kind to me and Mu Cheng, but this is too sudden—and without her knowing? It’s just too strange!"
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?"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.
