Watching Shen Mengli dart into her room without even eating dinner, Ye Feng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Was this girl doing it on purpose? How could she just head straight to her own room like that...
Suddenly, it occurred to Ye Feng that Shen Mengli’s blatant behavior might stir some discontent among the others. Just as he was about to go upstairs to comfort her, a pair of chopsticks suddenly darted toward his bowl.
"Huh?"
When Ye Feng snapped out of his thoughts and followed the chopsticks to see who was responsible, he found Xie Yuyan had placed an oyster in his bowl without him noticing. Meeting his puzzled gaze, she said, "Ye Feng, try this and see how it tastes."
"Ah... okay... thanks, Yuyan..."
As Ye Feng was still chewing the oyster in his mouth, he hadn’t expected Xie Yuyan to immediately pick up another piece and place it in his bowl. He hadn’t even finished the first one yet.
"Mmph! Hmm?"
Muffled sounds escaped Ye Feng’s mouth as he tried to signal to Xie Yuyan that he was still chewing. But she seemed completely oblivious, as if his gestures were invisible to her.
"Eat more, Ye Feng. It’s good for your health. And I hope you won’t overexert yourself in the future. If your body becomes depleted, it’ll be hard to recover. I really don’t want that to happen."
"Huh?"
Finally swallowing the food in his mouth, Ye Feng immediately protested.
"Yuyan, what are you talking about? My body is perfectly fine!"
"Teacher, I think Yuyan is right."
At that moment, Li Mucheng suddenly spoke up, clearly agreeing with Xie Yuyan’s reasoning.
"Even though our lives are stable now, we still need to take care of your health. The best way to nourish your body right now is through proper meals."
"......"
Ye Feng almost blurted out that he possessed many abilities that made such concerns unnecessary. But just as the words reached his lips, he realized something.
If he told them about his powers, wouldn’t that just put him in even greater danger?
Gulp.
Swallowing hard, Ye Feng reluctantly nodded in surrender.
"Fine... I get it."
"That’s more like it~ Here, Teacher, have another oyster~"
Li Mucheng beamed and proceeded to mimic Xie Yuyan’s earlier actions...
"Mu... Mucheng, I really can’t eat anymore!"
After what felt like an eternity, Ye Feng clutched his stomach and shook his head violently. The entire table was filled with dishes meant to "nourish" him, and at this rate, he was going to overheat from all the supplements.
"Hmm..."
Li Mucheng studied Ye Feng’s expression and, deciding he wasn’t faking it, finally relented.
"Alright, if you really can’t eat anymore, I’ll let it go."
"Th... thanks for the meal, Mucheng. I... I need to go for a walk to digest this."
Without wasting another second, Ye Feng stood up from his chair and hurried out of the house.
The moment his figure disappeared from the dining room, Xie Yuyan set down her chopsticks and calmly asked, "Who’s going?"
"......"
Though neither of the other two spoke, their eyes betrayed their desire to accompany Ye Feng on his walk.
"Let’s do this fairly—rock-paper-scissors!"
Su Yuxin suddenly broke the silence with her suggestion. Li Mucheng and Xie Yuyan exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. There was no denying that this was the fairest method. If they lost, they could only blame their own luck.
"Fine!"
The three gathered, took deep breaths, and focused intently...
Gulp... cough...
Meanwhile, as Ye Feng strolled through the garden to aid his digestion, his eyes caught sight of a glass greenhouse filled with fruit trees near the estate.
"Huh? I didn’t know Mucheng had a little orchard here. Maybe I can come pick some fruit when I’m free."
Without another thought, he stepped inside.
The moment he entered, a sweet, fruity fragrance enveloped him. Breathing in the sugary air, his mood instantly lifted.
"Let’s see... oranges, apples, and—oh, strawberries! Of course there are strawberries."
Kneeling beside a patch of strawberry plants, Ye Feng admired their plump, glossy appearance and, for some reason, found himself smiling.
After plucking one, he rinsed it lightly in a nearby water basin.
"If Yuxin saw all these strawberries, she’d be over the moon."
Just as he was about to pop the strawberry into his mouth, a sweet voice called out from behind him.
"Ye Feng~"
"Hmm? That voice... Yuxin?"
Before he could turn around, the sound of light footsteps on the brick path grew closer, and then a soft, warm body pressed against his back.
"Yuxin? What are you—"
Ye Feng paused mid-sentence, gently pried her hands away, turned around, and pulled her into his arms instead.
"What brings you here to find me?"
At first, Su Yuxin thought he was annoyed by her clinginess and was about to apologize when he suddenly hugged her tighter. Blushing, she pursed her lips and whispered, "Because I missed you~"
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.”
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
