"Tick... tock..."
Li Mucheng looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, her thoughts already drifting far away. Meanwhile, Xie Yuyan, sitting on the sofa sipping coffee, kept her gaze fixed on the manor's front gate.
"Yuyan... it's been so long. Why hasn’t Yuxin come back yet? Do you think something happened to her and the teacher?"
"I don’t think you need to worry about that, Mengli..."
Xie Yuyan took a calm breath, her cold expression betraying no emotion.
"We lost, so we have to follow the rules. No matter what happens, we can’t disturb Yuxin."
"I know that... but... but it’s so late now! Don’t you think they’re pushing it a little too far?"
Just as Li Mucheng finished speaking, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the room. Both their eyes instantly darted toward the entrance—sure enough, Su Yuxin came bouncing in, hand in hand with Ye Feng.
Just as Su Yuxin was about to say something to Ye Feng, she suddenly noticed the two pairs of eyes glaring at her from the sofa. Flustered, she quickly let go of his hand.
"Y-Yuyan? Mucheng? Why are you two still here?"
"Where else would we be? If we weren’t, someone might not have come back at all tonight."
Li Mucheng replied with a slightly resentful look.
"Ahem..."
Realizing she had gone too far, Su Yuxin walked over to Li Mucheng with an apologetic expression, taking her hands and pouting.
"Sorry, Mucheng, I lost track of time. I’ll come back earlier next time~"
"Teacher, I’m not blaming you or anything... I was just... just worried something might’ve happened to you and Yuxin."
Li Mucheng stepped forward anxiously, her hands fidgeting nervously.
"Mm, I understand."
Ye Feng smiled gently at Li Mucheng, reaching out to pat her head lightly.
"By the way, has Mengli still not come down for dinner?"
At this question, Ye Feng suddenly recalled Shen Mengli running upstairs earlier. He lowered his voice as he asked Li Mucheng.
Li Mucheng had been enjoying the warmth of Ye Feng’s touch, but her expression darkened slightly at his question.
"Mm..."
She glanced back at Xie Yuyan, who remained seated on the sofa, and answered truthfully.
"Mengli hasn’t come down at all. We don’t know what’s going on."
"I see..."
Ye Feng nodded gravely, then turned to Su Yuxin beside him.
"Yuxin, I need to check on Mengli, so the thing I promised you..."
"It’s okay, Brother Ye Feng!"
Su Yuxin gave him an understanding smile before skipping over to Li Mucheng.
"I’ll never forget today~ And I’ll wait patiently for you to come back~"
"Alright."
"Teacher, we’ve kept Mengli’s dinner warm. You can take it up to her later, okay?"
"Thank you, Mucheng."
Just as Ye Feng was about to pick up the dinner prepared for Shen Mengli, his eyes suddenly met Xie Yuyan’s intense gaze, which was locked onto him.
"Ahem..."
Ye Feng clenched a fist lightly and slowly approached Xie Yuyan.
"Sorry, Yuyan, earlier I..."
"Shh~"
Xie Yuyan took a sip of her sweetened coffee, then lightly pressed her lips against his.
"As long as you keep me in your heart, that’s enough. Now go see how Mengli is doing."
"Thank you, Yuyan..."
As Ye Feng left, the three girls in the living room exchanged glances. Li Mucheng immediately linked arms with Su Yuxin and pulled her onto the sofa.
"Yuxin, hurry up and tell me what happened between you and the teacher today!"
"Mm..."
Seeing Li Mucheng’s relentless curiosity, Su Yuxin couldn’t hide it anymore. Besides, now that she and Ye Feng had shared an intimate moment, she couldn’t wait to share her joy with them.
"Brother Ye Feng... he’s so gentle... and..."
"And what?"
Noticing the blush on Su Yuxin’s cheeks, Li Mucheng pressed eagerly.
"And... he’s like he has some kind of magic... I feel so... so..."
Su Yuxin’s voice grew softer, her words becoming incoherent.
"Aww~ Looks like our Yuxin is growing up fast~"
"Ugh, Mucheng! Stop teasing me!"
......
Creak~
The door opened as Ye Feng stepped into his room. But the space was pitch black, the windows covered by drawn curtains.
"Mengli?"
Coming from the lit hallway, his eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness yet. He called out Shen Mengli’s name, but only silence answered.
"Mengli, are you here?"
Frowning in confusion, he tried to feel for the light switch from memory. Just as his fingers brushed against it, a slender hand suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the bed.
"Mengli? So you’re fine. I was worried for nothing."
"Hehe, I’ve just been waiting for you, Xiao Feng."
Shen Mengli’s sweet voice whispered beside his ear, followed by a pair of crimson eyes glowing in the dark.
"Here, let me take that."
She took the dinner tray from his hands and placed it on the bedside table.
"Mengli, what’s going on? You should eat. It’s been a while."
"I know you’re looking out for me, Xiao Feng, but I’m not really hungry right now."
As she spoke, Shen Mengli buried herself in Ye Feng’s embrace, her small hands clinging tightly to him.
"Right now, I just want to rest in your arms for a while... because... I know after today, it’ll be a long time before I can do this again..."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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 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.
