"I'm heading out."
"Take care on the way."
Early the next morning, after having breakfast together, Ye Feng and Xie Yuyan set off for Li Mucheng's residence. After the events of the previous night, Xie Yuyan was no longer as emotionally unstable as she had been.
Just as Xie Yuyan was seeing Ye Feng off at the gate, she suddenly spoke up.
"Ye Feng, come back early, okay?"
"Sure. Is there anything you want me to bring back for you?"
"Really?!"
Xie Yuyan was delighted. In the time Ye Feng was away, she could think of no other way to ease her anxiety than to sleep in his bed. She couldn’t possibly change the sheets every day—that would definitely raise suspicions.
Besides, every time Ye Feng returned from work, he still had to prepare food for her, even though he was already exhausted. She felt guilty for not being able to do anything for him. No! She had to do something for Ye Feng... even if it was just a little!
"I... I want a cookbook."
"A cookbook?"
"Yes, I want to learn how to cook."
As soon as she said this, Xie Yuyan recalled the time she had tried to crack an egg and quickly waved her hands.
"I... I won’t be as clumsy as last time! I’ll follow the steps in the cookbook..."
Ye Feng smiled knowingly and didn’t refuse her request. "Is there anything else you need besides the cookbook?"
"No! That’s all!"
"Then I’ll buy the cookbook on my way back from work. I’ll head out now, okay?"
"Okay, thank you, Ye Feng."
After watching Ye Feng leave, Xie Yuyan returned to his bedroom, feeling excited as she thought about how his jacket was now filled with her scent. She rolled around on the bed in delight.
"Now those vixens should know to back off. The only one who can be with Ye Feng is me."
......
"Teacher!"
As soon as Ye Feng got out of the car and was about to enter the iron gate, he heard Li Mucheng's voice. He turned to see her standing at the gate, waving at him with no bodyguards in sight.
"Miss, what are you doing here? Why are you alone?"
Ye Feng quickly moved to Li Mucheng's side, shielding her. When he had first kidnapped her, a group of thugs had already appeared, indicating that she was being targeted. If he failed to protect her, not only would he face Li Jing’s wrath, but the mission would also fail.
"Let’s not stand here. Let’s go inside."
"Okay~"
Li Mucheng was thrilled by Ye Feng’s protective gesture. She loved being close to him, and her decision to secretly wait for him at the gate had been worth it.
Just as Li Mucheng was about to lean in to "recharge" on her teacher’s energy, a scent that didn’t belong to Ye Feng wafted from his jacket.
"Huh? This smell..."
Li Mucheng, who had been so happy just moments ago, froze in place, her eyes glazing over as she tightly gripped Ye Feng’s jacket, muttering to herself.
"Why... why does Teacher have another woman’s scent on him? Why?"
"Who... who is she? Who is this woman..."
"Hmm?"
Ye Feng was about to lead Li Mucheng into the house when he felt her tugging at his jacket.
"Miss, what’s wrong? It’s time for class."
"Class?"
Li Mucheng looked up at Ye Feng, who was smiling at her, and her heart sank.
Teacher... why are you betraying me? Why are you acting as if nothing’s wrong? Is that woman the one you really like?
No... no... no...
Li Mucheng’s grip on Ye Feng’s jacket tightened, and even he began to sense that something was off.
Why does it feel like Li Mucheng is reverting to her cold, distant self? Did I do something wrong? Is my nose hair sticking out?
"Miss?"
"Teacher, can you explain where the scent on your jacket came from?"
Li Mucheng forced a chilling smile, her eyes locked onto Ye Feng’s as if any wrong word from him would lead to disaster.
"The scent on my jacket?"
Ye Feng raised his jacket and sniffed, immediately recognizing Xie Yuyan’s fragrance.
"It’s... it’s because I bumped into a girl this morning. I caught her to make sure she didn’t fall."
Of course, Ye Feng couldn’t tell Li Mucheng about Xie Yuyan. The best way to keep Xie Yuyan safe was to ensure that only he knew about her situation.
"You caught her?"
Li Mucheng’s mind conjured up an image of Ye Feng holding a woman who, captivated by his looks, rubbed herself against him. Her anger flared.
"And then? What else did she do to you?"
Ye Feng hadn’t expected Li Mucheng’s reaction to be so intense. To avoid revealing any cracks in his story, he quickly added, "That was it. After I made sure she was steady, I left."
As Ye Feng spoke, Li Mucheng kept her eyes fixed on him, searching for any sign of deceit. Finally, she chose to believe him.
"Is... is that so? Good..."
Li Mucheng’s displeased expression softened slightly, and she stepped closer to Ye Feng, pouting as she began to undo the buttons of his jacket.
"Hey? Miss, what... wait... wait! Miss, what are you doing?"
Ye Feng panicked and grabbed Li Mucheng’s restless hands, feeling flustered.
This noble young lady is acting like a pervert! Why is she suddenly getting handsy?
"Teacher, your jacket is dirty! I’m just having it washed! Let go!"
Li Mucheng stubbornly held onto the buttons of Ye Feng’s jacket, refusing to let go. The thought of another woman leaving her scent on him was like a thorn in her side.
"Alright, alright, I’ll take it off myself. Miss, please let go first."
"Fine..."
Li Mucheng reluctantly released her grip, pouting. She had secretly hoped to sneak a touch of Ye Feng’s body, but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen now.
Maybe... I could offer him another glass of water? No, no, doing it too often would definitely make him suspicious. That’s something he taught me.
Little did Ye Feng know that the knowledge he had imparted to Li Mucheng would now be used against him...
Ye Feng slowly took off his jacket and folded it over his arm, but Li Mucheng snatched it away. She wasn’t about to let him carry that disgusting thing around. She would personally ensure it was thoroughly cleaned!
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?"
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.”
