After Su Yuxin spoke those words with the resolve to face death, Ye Feng, although not knowing why she was acting this way, hesitated for a moment before turning on the bedroom light. And it was exactly after the bedroom light was turned on that the scene before him completely stunned him.
On his bed, at some unknown time, there appeared many props that shouldn't be there, and there were even many things that Ye Feng himself didn't know the use of. But Ye Feng could be sure that these sudden items must have appeared out of thin air. Maybe the reward the system issued at that time was...
"Brother... Brother Ye Feng."
Just as Ye Feng was at a loss for what to do and didn't know how to explain, Su Yuxin suddenly spoke up. Then, a slender, soft little hand slowly wrapped around Ye Feng's index finger.
"I understand. Even before, when Muchen, Mengli, and the others spent the night with you, Brother Ye Feng, they also encountered weird things. So I know all this wasn't done on purpose by you."
"Yuxin..."
The understanding Su Yuxin deeply moved Ye Feng. Just as he was about to say some touching words, who would have expected Su Yuxin to mutter softly again.
"Actually, I think it's not entirely impossible."
"Yuxin, you really don't have to say that."
"But I want to try it!"
Facing Ye Feng's refusal, Su Yuxin subconsciously blurted out her true thoughts. Realizing this, she blinked in panic, but her small hand tightly gripped Ye Feng's index finger, refusing to let go.
"I... I really want to try it~"
"Why?" Ye Feng asked, puzzled.
"Because... it's like an inexplicably acquired hobby, like falling in love with it after experiencing it just once. This feeling is indescribable..."
"......"
"It's all your fault, Brother Ye Feng! You're the one who corrupted me like this! So you have to take responsibility."
Su Yuxin's shifting of the blame made Ye Feng realize that he couldn't escape today. But her request actually produced a slight sense of pleasure deep in his heart.
This kind of Yuxin... is a bit different.
"Sigh, but Yuxin, your body."
"It's completely recovered, Brother Ye Feng, no need to worry."
Su Yuxin shifted her gaze to the gifts bestowed by the system, her expectant eyes blooming with dazzling light.
"Please let me be your best gift."
......
"Clatter."
A pair of chopsticks fell onto the bare floor. Ye Feng awkwardly raised his head and made eye contact with Shen Mengli, Li Muchen, and Xie Yuyan, who were sitting across the dining table.
"Sorry, I zoned out."
Ye Feng laughed awkwardly and bent down to pick up the chopsticks, but in the next second, his chopsticks were stepped on by a small foot.
"Muchen? What are you..."
Ye Feng looked up along the fair instep and found Li Muchen, with her arms crossed over her chest and slight dark circles around her eyes.
"Hmph! Teacher, you still have the nerve to ask me? Do I have to personally state your glorious achievements from last night?"
Li Muchen said angrily, but at the same time, she handed her own clean chopsticks to Ye Feng.
"What did you do to Yuxin last night? Why was her body trembling when I just went to check on her? She looks like she didn't sleep well at all."
"I... I..."
Hearing this, Ye Feng knew he was in the wrong. He really did toss and turn for a long time last night. But how could he control himself? Yuxin's adorable appearance was simply too hard to resist.
"I don't care, anyway, Teacher, you have to take responsibility!"
"Don't worry Muchen, I know you're worried about Yuxin! I will definitely treat Yuxin..."
"I'm not talking about Yuxin!"
Li Muchen's eyes dodged for a moment as she said this, and her fierce demeanor from just now instantly vanished, turning into a coquettish mutter.
"I mean, Teacher, you have to take responsibility for me too! You can't play favorites."
"That's right, darling, you can't be biased~"
Xie Yuyan, who had been silent on the side for a long time, also spoke up at this time, staring intently at Ye Feng with charming eyes.
"And me! I want to enjoy the same treatment too!"
"......"
Ye Feng's mouth twitched uncontrollably. His heart was already churning with stormy waves, and now he finally understood a saying.
There are no exhausted fields, only exhausted oxen.
But the only thing worth celebrating in all this was...
He was truly free now.
After this, the system seemed to have truly disappeared, never issuing any more tasks, nor making Ye Feng feel any crisis or trouble. More importantly, his life with everyone became more harmonious and happy, and from then on, he gained the life he truly longed for in his heart.
"Today is my day, no bullying Xiao Feng!"
Shen Mengli pushed away Xie Yuyan, who was next to Ye Feng, baring her teeth like a little dog guarding its food.
"Really, little Mengli, your guard is way too high. At least trust me a little."
"I won't be fooled by your sweet talk, you just want to take advantage of me!"
"Giggle, I can't help it either, who told Ye Feng to be such a hot commodity."
"That's sophistry!"
"Alright, alright, I'm just playing around, don't be mad~"
"Um, shouldn't you guys prioritize my feelings a little?"
Ye Feng suddenly spoke up at this time. He had a vague premonition that although his current life was very happy, he seemed to be at the very bottom of the food chain.
"Hmph, Xiao Feng, there's no place for you to interrupt here. Go back to your room!"
"Mengli, you..."
"Final warning!"
"......"
Sure enough, his premonition wasn't wrong.
Ye Feng stood up helplessly, slowly leaving under Xie Yuyan's gloating gaze.
It was time for the old ox to plow the fields again. But the current life wasn't too bad, it's just...
So tiring.
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.”
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?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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?"
