"Seeeeeee~ sooooo~!"
Shen Mengli sat in front of Ye Feng, staring at him intently while wearing only a thin nightgown, her lips pouting slightly.
"You have to tell me every single detail about the reward the system gave you!"
"Alright, alright. But Mengli, get under the blankets first. The temperature drops at night—you’ll catch a cold."
Ye Feng quickly stretched out his arm and pulled Shen Mengli back into his embrace. She didn’t resist, nestling contentedly against his chest.
"Wait, let me check first..."
As Ye Feng gradually relaxed his focus, his attention shifted to the system panel in his mind.
Upon opening the reward sent by the system, the first thing that caught his eye was their old friend—lifespan time.
Of course, it’s this again...
Seeing the meager amount of time granted by the system, Ye Feng quickly moved past it and turned his attention to the next reward.
But the moment he saw the second reward, his entire body froze as if he had stumbled upon something extraordinary.
Shen Mengli, who had been watching him closely, immediately noticed the change and softly called his name.
"Feng... Feng? Are you okay?"
"......"
Her only response was silence, which only deepened her concern. Even when Ye Feng was usually lost in the system, he would still react to her voice.
"Feng! Feng, wake up!"
She shook his shoulders repeatedly, trying to snap him out of it through sheer physical force, but to no avail.
After several failed attempts, Shen Mengli was about to leave the room to seek help when a large hand suddenly rested on top of her head.
"!!!"
Her body trembled slightly before she immediately turned to look at Ye Feng. Sure enough, his attention had returned to reality.
"Feng... are you alright?" she murmured.
"I’m fine, Mengli. Sorry for worrying you."
Ye Feng tightened his embrace around her and took a deep breath.
"The reason I was so shocked is because the reward the system gave me this time is... a little different from usual."
"What is it?"
"Uh... well..."
Seeing him hesitate, Shen Mengli’s curiosity only grew stronger.
"Feng, just tell me the secret~"
Her sweet, coquettish voice whispered in his ear, and after an internal struggle, Ye Feng finally nodded.
"It’s nothing too crazy. It’s just... something related to you."
"Me... us? Related to us?"
His vague answer only fueled her curiosity further. After all, every item Ye Feng had produced so far had been nothing short of miraculous.
"Yeah... it’s this."
With that, a small white pill materialized in Ye Feng’s hand, instantly capturing Shen Mengli’s attention.
"A pill? What does it do?"
"Well..."
After a brief pause, Ye Feng explained.
"This pill can temporarily boost endurance and greatly improve physical health. But it has a side effect."
"A side effect? What kind?"
"It... um... amplifies desires."
"......"
That’s the side effect?
Just as Shen Mengli reached out to take the pill for a closer look, it suddenly vanished from Ye Feng’s palm—clearly, he had withdrawn it.
A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, but she quickly composed herself.
"So... besides this little miracle pill, is there anything else?"
"There is, but this one’s more personal to me."
Ye Feng then produced a crimson rose from his hand.
"Huh? What’s this...?"
"It’s called a Lucky Rose. If I crush it, I’ll gain a massive charm boost for a short time. But honestly, I don’t see much use for it."
"......"
A long silence followed. If not for the fact that Shen Mengli was still staring intently at him, Ye Feng would have thought she’d fallen asleep.
"Men—"
Before he could finish, Shen Mengli cut him off.
"I want to see."
"Huh?"
"I want to see it!"
She clenched her fists, her bright eyes locked onto him without blinking.
"O-okay, fine."
Under the pressure of her gaze, Ye Feng finally activated the rose’s effect.
It’s just a charm-boosting rose—what could go wrong?
As he used the item, the rose in his hand gradually shattered into fragments before disappearing completely.
"That’s... it?"
Ye Feng flexed his fingers, feeling no different, then glanced at Shen Mengli.
"Mengli, do I look any different? I don’t feel a thing."
"......"
"Mengli?"
Her eyes were vacant, as if she had turned to stone. Ye Feng waved a hand in front of her face, but she remained motionless, her crimson gaze still fixed on him.
What’s wrong with her? Why isn’t she reacting?
Wait a minute...
Suddenly, Ye Feng noticed something unusual.
Why does her stare feel... increasingly intense?!
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.
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
