Feeling the gentle massage from Xie Yuyan's hands, Ye Feng closed his eyes, appearing utterly relaxed.
"Haa..."
"How is it? I told you it would feel good if you just let go, didn’t I?"
Ye Feng nodded in agreement, unable to deny that Xie Yuyan's massage skills had grown remarkably adept.
"Yuyan, where did you learn this? It’s so soothing."
"Well..."
Xie Yuyan suddenly paused her movements and replied in an almost whisper.
"Back when I was still an assassin in the Dark Pavilion, we had to master the human body’s structure inside and out. Like how to precisely incapacitate a target or silence them permanently."
She deliberately trailed off, locking eyes with Ye Feng as he opened his.
"Of course, we also learned ways to relieve fatigue. Whenever I was on a mission or needed to unwind, I’d massage myself. Over time, I just got better at it~"
"I see... Yuyan really is clever. Calm and collected no matter what she does."
"Tch... Ye Feng, stop flattering me. I know exactly what I’m like."
Xie Yuyan chuckled softly and stopped massaging him.
"I mean every word! Don’t you believe me?"
With that, Ye Feng prepared to sit up from Xie Yuyan’s lap, feeling a bit embarrassed after lying there for so long.
"It’s not that I don’t believe you... It’s just... I think you’re being a little domineering."
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she gave him a look laced with unspoken meaning.
After experiencing multiple "accidents," Ye Feng could easily read her intentions. But this time, he wasn’t going to retreat like before. If Xie Yuyan wanted to play, he’d match her move for move!
"Domineering? How so?"
"Because after all the effort I put into massaging you, all I get is a half-hearted thank-you! That’s not what I want at all!"
"Oh?"
Ye Feng’s tone turned teasing as he waited for her next words. Xie Yuyan seemed to be luring him into a trap, but in truth, she was the one about to fall into his.
"Then what exactly do you want, Yuyan?"
"Simple! What I want is... Ye—ah!"
Just as Xie Yuyan bared her fangs and lunged to pin Ye Feng down, his hands clamped around her wrists before she could even reach for him.
Restrained, she barely reacted—only a slight tremble in her lively eyes before she steadied herself.
"Ye... Ye Feng?"
"You planned all this, didn’t you, Yuyan?"
His low voice brushed against her ear, and in the next second, he flipped her onto the bed beneath him.
"......"
Xie Yuyan stared up at him, wide-eyed and stunned. Until now, she had always been the one taking the lead. She knew Ye Feng still carried some reservations, so how had he changed so drastically?
"Mmm..."
A soft gasp escaped her as the distance between them nearly vanished.
"Ye... Ye Feng, you... you..."
"What’s wrong? Weren’t you bold just a moment ago? Now you can’t even speak?"
Amused, Ye Feng watched her flustered expression and pinched her chin with one hand.
"Yuyan, Mengli already opened my heart completely back in the garden. So now... you can’t just do as you please."
"Gulp..."
Xie Yuyan swallowed hard, then slowly wrapped her arms around his back, her voice softening.
"Ye... Ye Feng..."
"What is it?"
"I love you~ Mmm..."
"Mwah..."
As her last words left her lips, Ye Feng leaned down. Their emotions boiled over like a kettle, the heat between them rising rapidly.
......
"So you’re saying Teacher has completely let go of his reservations now?"
After listening to Shen Mengli’s explanation, Li Mucheng nodded thoughtfully from the couch, a faint smile gracing her face. Clearly, this outcome was a relief for her—and for everyone else.
"That’s the gist of it. That’s why I stayed with Xiao Feng for so long."
"Mengli."
Su Yuxin suddenly spoke up, her excitement bubbling over as she threw herself at Shen Mengli, wrapping her in a tight hug.
"Yuxin, you—"
Before Shen Mengli could finish, Su Yuxin blurted out, "Thank you, Mengli! Without you all... without your help, I might never have had such a wonderful outcome with Ye Feng. Thank you!"
"It’s nothing..."
Shen Mengli patted her back gently in reassurance.
"I just wanted Xiao Feng to face his new life with a healthy mindset. And Yuyan played a huge role in this too, right? Isn’t that so, Yuyan?"
"......"
The moment those words were spoken, the living room plunged into dead silence. Even Su Yuxin, still hugging Shen Mengli, seemed to sense something amiss. She quickly sat up and scanned the room—then everyone uttered the same realization.
"Xie Yuyan’s gone!"
The cheerful atmosphere vanished as they all scrambled to search for her.
"Oh no!"
Shen Mengli’s sudden exclamation drew Li Mucheng and Su Yuxin’s attention.
"What’s wrong, Mengli? Do you have any ideas?"
"Yes! Xie Yuyan... she’s probably in the guest room right now!"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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 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.
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.”
