Along the way, Ye Feng tried to pry some useful information from Ah Fu's mouth. After all, understanding the situation would help him prepare better. But Ah Fu merely gave perfunctory replies and revealed nothing. It wasn’t until the end that Ye Feng realized even Ah Fu himself had no idea why Li Jing wanted to see him.
Puzzled, Ye Feng eventually arrived in front of a towering building.
"We're here."
Ah Fu parked the car, stepped out, and opened the door for Ye Feng.
"Huh?"
As soon as Ye Feng got out and looked around, he realized they were standing at the foot of Li Corporation’s headquarters. Confused, he turned to Ah Fu for an explanation.
Ah Fu, noticing his bewilderment, answered truthfully, "Originally, the master planned to meet you at home, but something came up, so he decided to see you in his office instead. Just head straight up—he’s already waiting for you."
"Alright."
The fact that Li Jing had changed the venue to the company actually eased Ye Feng’s nerves. At least it suggested Li Jing wasn’t planning anything ominous—perhaps it really was just an important matter, which was why he hadn’t informed Li Mucheng.
......
Ding.
The elevator chimed softly as Ye Feng reached the floor of Li Jing’s office. Seeing the lights still on inside, he hesitated briefly before stepping forward.
Knock, knock.
After a light tap on the door, Ye Feng spoke up, "President Li? It’s Ye Feng. May I come in?"
Almost immediately, Li Jing’s deep voice responded from inside.
"Come in."
"Alright..."
Ye Feng glanced back at the dimly lit hallway behind him, an inexplicable chill running down his spine. Dismissing it as his imagination, he pushed the door open and entered.
......
"Huh? Why... here?"
Meanwhile, Xie Yuyan, who had been tracking Ye Feng’s location, arrived at her destination and looked up in surprise at the Li Corporation building. Her tense, worried expression softened slightly.
"If he’s here, it’s relatively safer. It seems Li Mucheng’s father really does have something important to discuss with Ye Feng... Maybe I was overthinking things?"
"No, no—even so, I can’t let my guard down! Ye Feng’s safety is the top priority. I won’t relax until he comes out safely. Until then, I’ll wait."
......
"Long time no see, Ye Feng."
Facing the visibly wearier Li Jing, Ye Feng opened his mouth to greet him but ultimately stayed silent.
Noticing his hesitation, Li Jing raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
"What’s wrong? Has it been so long that you don’t recognize me anymore?"
"N-No, of course not! I was just wondering... why you suddenly called me here."
"Call me Uncle Li. No need to be so formal with me, kid."
"No, no! I couldn’t possibly presume—"
Before Ye Feng could finish refusing, Li Jing stood up, pulled out a chair for him, and gestured for him to sit.
"Ye Feng, you’re the one who helped mend the relationship between me and Mucheng. I’m genuinely grateful to you. So, no more formalities—just call me Uncle Li!"
Seeing Li Jing’s insistence, Ye Feng couldn’t refuse without seeming rude. After a brief pause, he nodded.
"Alright... Uncle Li, I understand."
"Good lad. That’s more like it."
Only after Ye Feng sat down did Li Jing give his shoulder a firm pat before returning to his own seat and getting to the point.
"The reason I called you here today is twofold. First, I wanted to thank you in person. And second, I’m relieved to see you safe. But there’s one thing I need to bring up."
"Go ahead, Uncle Li."
"Ye Feng... don’t you think the number of girls around you is... a bit excessive?"
"Eh? T-Too many?"
Ye Feng had braced himself for a conversation about Li Mucheng’s improved temperament and the possibility of his teaching role no longer being necessary—that seemed the most likely topic. But he never expected Li Jing to bring this up. Completely caught off guard, he froze, at a loss for words.
"Exactly. At first, I thought it was just our Mucheng and Su Wanli’s daughter, Su Yuxin. But after recent events, I’ve learned there are two more girls by your side?"
Ahem.
Ye Feng coughed awkwardly, shifting under Li Jing’s scrutinizing gaze.
"Well, Uncle Li, I can explain..."
"As expected. Outstanding people attract attention wherever they go."
Li Jing sighed deeply, his stern CEO demeanor vanishing entirely. Now, he was just a father fretting over his daughter’s happiness.
"Ye Feng!"
Startled by the sudden sharpness in Li Jing’s voice, Ye Feng straightened up immediately.
"Y-Yes? Uncle Li... what is it?"
"What do you think of Mucheng?"
"......"
"U-Uncle Li, what did you say?"
"I asked—what do you think of my daughter?"
"Li... Li Mucheng? She’s wonderful! She’s kind, understanding, gentle, and caring."
Pleased by the answer, Li Jing nodded approvingly, his gaze softening into something almost... fatherly. If one had to compare, it was like a father-in-law sizing up a son-in-law he thoroughly approved of.
"I’m glad Mucheng has such a high standing in your eyes. That puts my mind at ease."
"At... at ease?! Uncle Li, what do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean? Isn’t it obvious? I’m talking about speeding things up between you and Mucheng! Why else would I call you here today?"
"Speeding things up?! So that’s..."
Realizing Li Jing’s true intention, the weight in Ye Feng’s chest finally lifted. All his nervousness and wild guesses had been for nothing. Still, he never expected Li Jing to outright say something like this.
It seemed Li Jing’s doting on Li Mucheng was no less than Su Wanli’s indulgence of Su Yuxin...

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”

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?"