She must have done it on purpose!
Looking at the shattered pieces of the porcelain bowl scattered across the floor, Ye Feng sighed helplessly and got up to head toward the door. This movement startled Li Mucheng, who thought Ye Feng was fed up with her unreasonable behavior. She reached out to grab his hand but missed. Just as she opened her mouth to apologize, Ye Feng, standing at the door, spoke first.
"Miss, stay where you are. I’ll go get a broom. The sharp pieces could easily hurt someone."
"Teacher..."
Li Mucheng hadn’t expected Ye Feng’s actions to be for her sake. Hearing his words, warmth filled her heart, and she felt deeply ashamed of her earlier behavior.
I should apologize to him.
In no time, Ye Feng returned with a broom, swept up all the porcelain fragments, and disposed of them in the trash bin nearby. He then washed his hands before sitting back down.
Once Ye Feng was seated, Li Mucheng clenched her small hands and looked at him. "Teacher... I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have been so willful."
Ye Feng didn’t hold it against her. In fact, he was pleasantly surprised that Li Mucheng would apologize for something like this. In the past, such a thing would have been unimaginable.
"It’s fine. Recognizing your mistakes and correcting them is a great virtue."
Ye Feng adjusted his chopsticks, carefully picked up a piece of bamboo fungus, and held it to Li Mucheng’s lips.
"This is your reward, Miss."
"Reward!!!"
Li Mucheng’s eyes lit up instantly at the sight of the bamboo fungus Ye Feng offered. Without hesitation, she opened her small mouth and bit onto the chopsticks.
"Om nom~"
Blushing, Li Mucheng ate the bamboo fungus Ye Feng had fed her, then obediently released the chopsticks, savoring the delicious taste in her mouth.
"Thank you, Teacher~"
"N-no problem."
For some reason, after feeding Li Mucheng once, Ye Feng felt a slight sense of anticipation, even wanting to feed her again, as if he were feeding a carrot to a little rabbit. However, he quickly dismissed the thought with his rationality.
"Teacher, I’m full. Let’s go back to class."
After greedily swallowing the last bit of bamboo fungus, Li Mucheng wiped her mouth with a napkin, her eyes secretly glancing at Ye Feng’s dazed expression.
What is Teacher thinking about? He hasn’t even put down his chopsticks yet.
"......."
It seemed Ye Feng hadn’t heard Li Mucheng’s call, still lost in his thoughts. This made Li Mucheng’s lips curl into a mischievous smile.
Since you’re so distracted, Teacher, you deserve a little punishment~
Li Mucheng quietly circled around the table to Ye Feng’s back, bent down, and brought her face close to his ear.
Hehe... How should I startle him? Should I blow in his ear like before? Or... maybe... kiss his cheek...
Li Mucheng stared dreamily at Ye Feng’s profile, her warm breath brushing against him. Now she knew what she wanted to do, and she slowly leaned closer to his face...
Just as her cherry lips were about to touch Ye Feng’s cheek, he suddenly felt a warm sensation on his left cheek and realized someone was behind him. When he turned to look, their lips were almost touching.
"M-Miss..."
"!!!!"
Li Mucheng’s mind boiled like a kettle at the sight of this scene. Her body went weak, and she uncontrollably leaned backward.
"Careful!"
With quick reflexes, Ye Feng caught Li Mucheng’s back, preventing her from falling. When Li Mucheng’s lips had been so close to his, Ye Feng’s mind had turned to mush. He had thought he could easily control his desires, but when she actually got close, he couldn’t even move. Thankfully, nothing serious happened.
"T-Teacher..."
Li Mucheng’s shy face was almost dripping with embarrassment. Her restless hands clutched her chest, and she couldn’t bring herself to look into Ye Feng’s eyes. She was also kicking herself for not seizing the moment—she could have kissed him...
"Miss... let’s get up first..."
"Mm..."
With Ye Feng’s help, Li Mucheng stood up, but her legs trembled uncontrollably. After all, having never experienced romance before, she had no idea how to handle such a situation.
"Uh... Miss, we should head to class now."
"Mmm... okay..."
Li Mucheng nodded, her head lowered like a quail’s as she walked ahead, her lips pursed as if deep in thought.
......
The two walked in silence until they entered the room. Ye Feng coughed twice, assuming his teacher’s authoritative demeanor to signal that it was time for class.
Just then, Li Mucheng suddenly lifted her head. Her fair neck was tinged with a faint blush, like a pure-hearted girl in a manga who had fallen in love.
"T-Teacher... about earlier... I... I didn’t mean to..."
Her voice grew softer as she spoke, her head almost burying itself in her arms.
Ye Feng had never seen Li Mucheng so shy before. He had already dismissed the earlier incident as one of her pranks. If this meant she was becoming more lively and cheerful, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Although Ye Feng had only been tasked with teaching Li Mucheng theoretical knowledge, through their interactions over the past few days, he had noticed that she was gradually changing. She was no longer as aloof and cold as before—perhaps this was her true self.
"It’s fine. Of course, I know you didn’t mean it, Miss."
"R-Really? Teacher... you won’t dislike me because of this, will you?"
"Of course not. I’ve been enjoying our time together during lessons too."
"Teacher..."
Li Mucheng suddenly stood up from her chair, her fists clenched as if she had made up her mind. She turned to face Ye Feng.
"Miss?"
Ye Feng was puzzled, but Li Mucheng stepped forward and sat down on his lap, her back to him and a faint smile on her lips.
"M-M-Miss!?"
Feeling the softness of the girl’s body, Ye Feng was at a loss. He hadn’t expected Li Mucheng to suddenly sit on his lap.
"Teacher... can we take the day off today?"
Li Mucheng placed her restless hands on her own legs, feeling the strength of Ye Feng’s thighs beneath her. She stared at the floor as she spoke.
"I... I want to sleep in your arms for a while."
"Huh? But... Miss, wouldn’t you be more comfortable sleeping in bed?"
"It’s different... It’s you who brings me warmth, Teacher. It’s you who taught me the things I’ve come to love. That’s why I feel that in my heart..."
"You’re so reliable! As long as I’m by your side, I feel... so happy... so happy..."
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.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
