Shen Mengli blinked lightly, and only after seeing Xie Yuyan emerge did her uneasy heart settle somewhat. Even so, she craned her neck, continuously peering toward Xie Yuyan’s bedroom, as she still hadn’t caught sight of Ye Feng.
"Xiao... Xiao Feng? Where is he?" Shen Mengli asked softly, her voice sweet and hesitant.
Xie Yuyan took small sips of the rice porridge, letting the warmth flow down her throat before slowly parting her lips.
"Ye Feng is probably still resting. Things got a little too intense earlier~"
"Huh? Intense? What do you mean?"
Faced with Xie Yuyan’s suggestive words, Shen Mengli tilted her head in confusion, her worry for Ye Feng growing even stronger.
"Well... Mengli, you could think of it like drinking water through a straw, and when the cup is almost empty, you do what you have to do to get the last drops."
"Ha? Yuyan, what exactly are you trying to say? Why are we suddenly talking about drinking water with a straw?"
Guided by Xie Yuyan’s words, Shen Mengli pondered carefully. She imagined herself sucking harder to get the last remnants of water from the cup when it was nearly empty...
Wait—sucking harder!
Realization dawned on her, and her eyes widened as she stared at Xie Yuyan.
"Yuyan, you..."
Seeing Shen Mengli’s shocked expression, Xie Yuyan knew she had figured it out.
"Hehe, I bet you understand this better than I do. Ye Feng’s allure is just too strong. By the time I came to my senses, it was already too late..."
"Ugh... I... I’m going to check on Xiao Feng."
Without another thought for breakfast, Shen Mengli rose from her chair and hurried toward Xie Yuyan’s bedroom. Meanwhile, Xie Yuyan happily savored the breakfast Ye Feng had prepared for her.
"Mmm~ If only I could have two breakfasts like this every day~"
......
"Xiao Feng?"
As soon as Shen Mengli stepped into the bedroom, she spotted Ye Feng sitting on the edge of the bed, looking dazed.
Sensing movement, Ye Feng lifted his gaze to meet Shen Mengli’s worried eyes.
"Mengli, it’s you..."
His voice sounded so weary that Shen Mengli almost thought he had aged decades in an instant.
"X-Xiao Feng?! Are you okay?"
"I’m fine. Just a little exhausted."
Right now, Ye Feng resembled a towering tree on the verge of collapse.
"Xiao Feng, maybe you should rest a bit more?"
"It’s alright, Mengli. I’ve already recovered somewhat. It’s just a bit too much to handle first thing in the morning without eating."
Ye Feng gave a wry smile. Life these days was no longer as unsettling as before—was this what they called "pain and pleasure intertwined"?
"O-Okay then..."
Seeing that Ye Feng wasn’t in terrible shape, Shen Mengli obediently sat beside him, intertwining her fingers with his.
"Xiao Feng... I love you so much..."
"Mengli..."
Ye Feng leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before whispering tenderly,
"Me too."
Just as their gazes locked, unable to part, Ye Feng’s phone suddenly rang.
"!!!"
Startled, they both turned their heads away in unison. Shen Mengli quickly stood up and walked out of the bedroom, seemingly giving Ye Feng his privacy. Before leaving completely, she added considerately,
"Xiao Feng, come out for breakfast soon, okay~?"
"Got it."
After watching Shen Mengli leave, Ye Feng answered the call. A quick glance at the screen had already told him what to expect.
"Hello?"
"Ye Feng, I’ve parked the car downstairs at the apartment. Let me know if you need anything later."
Ah Fu’s voice came through the phone. Though Ye Feng was slightly surprised, this was exactly the kind of arrangement Li Mucheng would make.
"Alright, thanks for your trouble."
After a brief exchange with Ah Fu, Ye Feng stood up from the bed. Thankfully, his physical stamina was strong, and after a short rest, his energy had improved significantly.
As he stepped out of the bedroom, he saw Xie Yuyan and Shen Mengli tidying up the kitchen.
"Mengli? Yuyan? What are you two...?"
"Xiao Feng, you’re here! The porridge’s been reheated for you—hurry and eat while it’s hot. Yuyan and I are just cleaning up."
"Mm, Ye Feng, drink up. And make sure you drink plenty~"
"Yuyan, you didn’t need to add that last part..."
Ye Feng pressed his lips together in resignation. Remembering that Ah Fu was still waiting downstairs, he quickly finished breakfast and was about to wash the dishes when a pair of small hands snatched them away.
"Yuyan?"
"Alright, didn’t I say I’d handle this? You just focus on resting, Ye Feng."
With that, Xie Yuyan shot Shen Mengli a meaningful glance. Understanding immediately, Shen Mengli nodded in agreement and then looped her arm through Ye Feng’s, leading him toward the sofa.
"That’s right, Xiao Feng! You should be resting now. This is the perfect time to replenish your strength."
"......"
"Are you two babying me too much? I’m a guy—it’s not like I’m that fragile. You’re making it seem like I’m living off you or something."
"That’s not it at all! Yuyan said this is called ‘scientific pig farming’—no, wait! ‘Scientific fitness’! This way, your body will only get stronger."
"Stronger? More like you two just want a piece of me!"
Ye Feng didn’t hold back, especially since he’d caught Xie Yuyan sneaking glances at him from the kitchen.
"Mm..."
At his blunt words, Shen Mengli’s face flushed visibly, and she shook her head vehemently in denial.
"That’s not it at all! You’re the one misunderstanding, Xiao Feng! I just want you to be healthier."
"Alright, alright, I get it."
Ye Feng reached out and patted her head affectionately, his voice full of warmth. At the same time, he motioned for Xie Yuyan to come over.
Xie Yuyan paused in surprise but quickly walked to his side.
"What is it, Ye Feng?"
"Come sit and rest for a bit. We should head to Mucheng’s estate soon."
"Okay..."
The moment Xie Yuyan sat down, Ye Feng took her hand and kissed her forehead as well.
"Next time, no more sudden moves like that, got it?"
"I won’t~ ♡"
The unexpected kiss sent Xie Yuyan’s mind into chaos, and the curve of her lips betrayed her delight.
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.”
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?"
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?"
