Watching Xie Yuyan walk over, looking completely stiff and fidgety, Ye Feng couldn't help but find it a little funny. To think that a once ruthless female assassin could have such a cute side. Perhaps this was the real Xie Yuyan.
"Is... is there something you need?"
Sitting down next to Ye Feng, Xie Yuyan first glanced at Shen Mengli opposite her. It wasn't until she noticed Shen Mengli's sly look, carrying a barely perceptible hint of teasing, that she couldn't help but purse her lips.
Obviously, her current flustered state was quite awkward, but the next second, Ye Feng interrupted her wandering thoughts.
"Yuyan, did you hear what we just said?"
"Yes, I heard the gist of it. Congratulations, Ye Feng. It must be a relief to finally be free."
"Yeah, without this damn system, the heavy stone in my heart has finally dropped. My future life won't be affected by it anymore."
Ye Feng sighed with emotion. Meeting Xie Yuyan's charming eyes, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.
"Life from now on won't be so dangerous and uncertain. Relax, everything will get better."
"Mhm~"
Perhaps pleased by Ye Feng's sudden embrace, even the pitch of Xie Yuyan's reply rose quite a bit.
Just like that, after chatting with Shen Mengli and Xie Yuyan for a few more sentences, Ye Feng suggested going back to their rooms.
"It's getting late. You two should head back to your rooms and sleep. As for the system, I'll talk to Mucheng and Yuxin about it tomorrow."
"Okay, see you tomorrow, Little Feng~"
Shen Mengli reached out her small hand and waved at Ye Feng. At the same time, she linked her arm with Xie Yuyan's and looked at her, saying,
"Yuyan, shall we go back to our rooms too?"
"Yes, good night."
Xie Yuyan nodded clumsily. After watching Ye Feng leave, she headed into the hallway together with Shen Mengli.
It wasn't until they reached the door to Shen Mengli's room that the two stopped one after another.
"Want to come in for a chat?"
Shen Mengli still maintained her gentle smile, but the hand holding Xie Yuyan's arm slowly let go.
"Alright."
Xie Yuyan didn't say much else. She simply gave Shen Mengli a concise answer before entering the bedroom with her.
"This is great. It looks like we won't have to worry about Little Feng's health anymore."
Once Xie Yuyan closed the bedroom door, Shen Mengli finally stretched lazily and leaned against her vanity.
"So, what do you think? Yuyan, do you think Little Feng's words are highly credible?"
"Ye Feng... didn't look nervous, nor did he have any strange little habits. It seems there aren't any major issues."
At this moment, the initial sluggishness in Xie Yuyan's eyes vanished, replaced by a sharp gleam flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"That's good..."
Shen Mengli let out a soft sigh of relief, the melancholy on her face fading a bit thanks to Xie Yuyan's answer.
"Little Feng always shoulders his hardships all by himself. When he suddenly told me all this, I thought..."
"It's fine, Mengli. Ye Feng's tone just now was entirely one of relief, and this happened exactly with the last person, Yuxin. This also shows it was a sudden situation; otherwise, Ye Feng wouldn't have told us so quickly."
"Yeah, you're right, Yuyan. If things are really as Little Feng said, that would be wonderful. Without those restraints, Little Feng can live freely."
"Cough..."
Right then, a cough from Xie Yuyan interrupted Shen Mengli. Xie Yuyan turned around, slowly walked to the door, and whispered.
"If there's nothing else, I'll head back to my room first. Rest early."
"You too, Yuyan. Good night~"
......
"Click."
With the quiet closing of the door, Ye Feng also returned to his own room. After finally being freed, Ye Feng felt incredibly refreshed, but he seemed to have forgotten an even more important matter.
"It's about time to rest. I hope I don't wake up Yuxin."
Just as Ye Feng muttered this while walking towards the large bed, he suddenly noticed that Su Yuxin, who had been sleeping, was sitting up on the edge of the bed. She was staring straight at him with a pair of sparkling eyes.
"Yu... Yuxin?"
Ye Feng was startled by Su Yuxin, but he quickly recovered.
Perhaps he had made too much noise, or perhaps Su Yuxin had woken up midway to find him missing from the bed, causing her to jolt awake.
Thinking of this, Ye Feng hurriedly walked over and sat down beside Su Yuxin. He knew she might look scared—after all, given what happened tonight, taking care of the girl's feelings was the top priority.
Just as Ye Feng sat down beside her, before he could even speak, Su Yuxin beat him to it.
"Brother Ye Feng."
"Uh... what's wrong, Yuxin? Are you not feeling well? Should I call the private doctor to come take a look?"
"No."
Su Yuxin's twin tails swayed as she leaned forward, resting against Ye Feng's shoulder. Pursing her lips, she said shyly,
"Brother Ye Feng, did you do it on purpose or by accident?"
"Ah! What are you talking about, Yuxin? Why don't I understand what you mean?"
"Brother Ye Feng, you are not honest at all! Do you really have to make me spell it out~"
As Su Yuxin spoke, she lowered her small head, bit her cherry-like lips, and muttered,
"Brother Ye Feng, you can turn on the lights. I'm mentally prepared."
"Huh????"
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."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
