Su Yuxin was like a startled rabbit, darting frantically to Ye Feng’s side after catching sight of something in the car trunk.
Ye Feng had just released Li Mucheng from his embrace and was about to ask her to introduce the estate’s layout to everyone when Su Yuxin suddenly burrowed into his arms at an alarming speed.
"Wuwu... Ye... Brother Ye Feng!"
"Yuxin? What’s wrong...?"
Though Ye Feng didn’t understand why Su Yuxin was acting this way, he crouched down and gently pulled the trembling girl into his arms. The warmth and security of his presence gradually soothed her shaking. She then glanced at Li Mucheng, who stood nearby with a puzzled expression.
"Mucheng..."
"Yuxin, what happened? Did something scare you?" Li Mucheng stepped forward in surprise, casting a questioning look back at Shen Mengli and Xie Yuyan, who both wore innocent expressions.
"It’s... it’s serious! Do you know—"
Before Su Yuxin could finish, Shen Mengli abruptly cut her off.
"Yuxin!"
To prevent Ye Feng from seeing what was in the trunk, Shen Mengli swiftly approached and pulled Su Yuxin out of his embrace. Su Yuxin resisted at first, but after Shen Mengli whispered something in her ear, her frightened demeanor vanished instantly.
"Yu... Yuxin?"
Standing helplessly to the side, Ye Feng watched the scene unfold. Lately, it seemed like everyone had secrets since they’d all gathered together.
"Ah!"
Hearing Ye Feng’s voice, Su Yuxin immediately broke free from Shen Mengli’s grip. She crossed her arms behind her back, pinching her own skin in an attempt to calm herself.
"Ye... Brother Ye Feng, I’m fine! I just suddenly wanted to hug you, that’s all."
"Suddenly wanted to hug me?"
Ye Feng wasn’t buying it—he had clearly seen the panic in her eyes earlier. Yet now she claimed everything was fine. The abrupt shift made him suspicious of the others.
"Mengli, did you say something to Yuxin? Are you all keeping things from me?"
At his accusation, Shen Mengli quickly shook her head. "Not at all! I was just comforting Yuxin. You’re overthinking it, Feng."
"Right, Mengli’s telling the truth," Su Yuxin chimed in, though there was an unreadable glint of desire in her eyes as she looked at Ye Feng.
Ahem.
Li Mucheng, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. She looped her arm through Ye Feng’s and tugged him toward the estate.
"Alright, Teacher, let’s focus on getting familiar with the estate. It’s obvious Yuxin and the others are just playing a prank."
"Well... fine. But Yuxin, are you really okay?"
Ye Feng pressed once more, silently hoping she wouldn’t hide her fears for any reason.
"Brother Ye Feng, I’m really fine! Let’s go~"
"Strange..."
......
"Teacher, your room is right here~"
After assigning everyone’s rooms, Li Mucheng led Ye Feng to the only single room on the second floor.
"Huh? I’m staying here?!"
Ye Feng stared at Li Mucheng, who maintained a flawless smile, betraying nothing.
"Yep!"
"But why are all your rooms on the first floor while mine is the only one upstairs?"
"Yeah, Mucheng! Why is Brother Ye Feng the only one upstairs?"
Su Yuxin also protested on his behalf, clearly missing Li Mucheng’s underlying intention.
"The reason’s simple. Keeping Teacher in a separate area ensures we can all restrain ourselves, right? If he stayed on the same floor as us, no matter how we arranged it, someone would end up feeling unfairly treated. At least this way, we maintain mutual trust, don’t you think?"
Li Mucheng arched a brow as she addressed Su Yuxin and the others. Su Yuxin, upon hearing the explanation, seemed to have an epiphany and dropped her objections.
"Mucheng, you’re so clever~"
"So? Does everyone agree with this arrangement?"
Shen Mengli and Xie Yuyan both nodded in agreement. As for Ye Feng, he had long since stopped caring about Li Mucheng’s schemes. Right now, all he wanted was to retreat to his room and sleep. Struggling further was pointless—better to accept things as they were.
"Then it’s settled. I’m going to rest now. I barely slept last night in the guest room."
Ye Feng shot them a pointed glare, well aware of how they’d spent the night trying to break into his room, only giving up at dawn.
The girls nodded obediently and, under Li Mucheng’s lead, left his doorway.
Just as Shen Mengli was about to return to her own room to prepare for the days ahead, she felt a slender hand tug at her sleeve. Turning, she found Li Mucheng staring intently at her.
Before Shen Mengli could speak, Li Mucheng rapidly blinked at her.
"Come to my room."
"Huh?"
Though unsure what Li Mucheng was plotting, Shen Mengli nodded slowly.
After a brief farewell, Shen Mengli slipped into her room—only to crack the door open moments later. A crimson eye peered through the gap, scanning the hallway until confirming it was empty. Only then did she quietly step out.
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, 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?"
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.”
