"Um..."
"Just call me Ah Fu."
"Ah Fu, is there anything I should be careful about when meeting Miss Li Mucheng?"
Ah Fu's expression here is quite intriguing, seeming to suggest that Ye Feng will likely have a very unpleasant time with Li Mucheng in the future.
"Miss Li Mucheng, aside from being a bit cold and... strong-willed, is actually a very good girl."
"......"
Ye Feng could almost feel that Ah Fu was straining to praise Li Mucheng.
"Ye... Ye Feng, Miss Li Mucheng is actually very nice, it's just that..."
At that moment, a door suddenly swung open, and Li Mucheng emerged, disdainfully, wearing a purple dress.
Ye Feng had to agree with the notion that Li Mucheng was a cold beauty, for she was indeed stunning. Even in a simple, monochrome dress with no extra adornments, she stood out as the most dazzling presence in the room. However, her eyes seemed to express a clear dislike for him.
Li Mucheng's tightly furrowed eyebrows slightly relaxed upon seeing Ye Feng, suggesting that either his appearance or something else had given him a slight advantage.
"Are you the private tutor my father sent?"
Li Mucheng said unhappily, crossing her arms and sizing up Ye Feng.
Strange... why does this guy give me a sense of déjà vu? Have I met him before?
Ye Feng knew this was his chance to show himself, stepping forward and nodding slightly.
"Yes, Miss Li Mucheng, my name is Ye Feng, and I am..."
"What can you teach me?"
Before Ye Feng could finish, Li Mucheng interrupted, clearly intending to pick a fight with him.
Ah Fu, sensing trouble, was about to intervene, but to his surprise, Ye Feng retorted without hesitation.
"I can teach you how to be a human."
"What do you mean by that!"
Li Mucheng glared at Ye Feng, her resentment evident.
"Interrupting someone before they finish speaking, is that the education you received, Miss Li? It seems you really need me to teach you a lesson."
Ye Feng's gaze did not waver, meeting Li Mucheng's head-on. He wasn't like the servants who would indulge her; he was here to be her teacher.
"How dare you! Ah Fu, get him..."
Li Mucheng turned to order Ah Fu to throw Ye Feng out, only to find that Ah Fu had already disappeared.
Meanwhile, outside the villa, a gardener was watering the flowers when he suddenly found his hose had been taken. Turning around, he saw Ah Fu whistling and doing his own work.
"Ah Fu, what are you doing?"
"Just strolling around."
"Oh..."
......
"Hmph, what's your name?"
"Ye Feng."
"Ye Feng, I remember you."
Li Mucheng turned to head back to her room, having never intended to let this so-called tutor teach her anything.
"Miss Li Mucheng, I advise you to be a good student."
"Oh? Do you have the guts to come into my room?"
Li Mucheng snorted coldly, not even glancing at Ye Feng as she entered her room.
"Tsk... What a stubborn child. Well, it's time for Uncle... ahem, for this teacher to give you a proper lesson."
Ye Feng said, knocking on Li Mucheng's door.
"Miss Li, it's time to come out for your lesson."
"I said I don't need any teacher, and you're not my teacher!"
"Heh."
Looking at the closed door, Ye Feng shrugged helplessly. With Li Mucheng's temperament, no wonder she was called a cold beauty.
Ye Feng didn't rush; instead, he lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. The more anxious you are with Li Mucheng, the more she'll resist. Everything must be done with patience.
After hearing no movement outside her room, Li Mucheng snorted disdainfully. She figured Ye Feng must have gone to complain to her father, which wasn't unusual.
As time passed, Li Mucheng was puzzled to find that she hadn't received any messages, even wondering if her phone was malfunctioning.
What is that man doing? Why is there no sound at all?
Curious, Li Mucheng quietly opened the door a crack to observe the outside.
Through the crack, she vaguely saw a figure leisurely lying on the sofa, her tutor Ye Feng.
Is he sleeping? How dare he? Doesn't he fear I'll tell my father and get him fired?
Despite her doubts, Li Mucheng pushed the door open and walked out.
Seeing Li Mucheng emerge, Ye Feng stretched and sat up as if he had really been resting. "Oh, Miss Li, finally decided to come out."
"You... aren't you afraid I'll tell my father about your current state?"
Seeing Li Mucheng bring up Li Jing, Ye Feng remained unfazed, lazily yawning.
"Do as you please, Miss Li. I'm just doing my job."
"Sleeping is your job?"
"It's Miss Li who isn't cooperating, which has nothing to do with me. Please don't twist the facts."
"I said I don't need a tutor! You..."
"I've read the reports, Miss Li. You were kidnapped recently, weren't you?"
Suddenly, Ye Feng changed the subject, interrupting Li Mucheng.
"So what if I was?"
"Don't you want to get revenge on the people who kidnapped you?"
Hearing Ye Feng's words, Li Mucheng recalled the fear instilled by the fox-masked man and the unforgettable flick on her forehead.
"You... do you have a way?"
"Of course, tracking is an essential part of the curriculum."
"Alright then, if you can help me find that person, I'll give you the best treatment. But if you can't..."
"Disappear from my sight immediately."
"Deal."
As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, a system notification rang in his mind.
[Congratulations, the illustrated progress has reached 10%, gaining the skill 'Mastery of Knowledge']
Mastery of Knowledge (Primary): Like an encyclopedia, it covers knowledge in many areas but is not proficient or expert.
Well, that's a useful thing to have, just right for the teacher's profession. But why is the progress increasing so fast? It was only one percent just now.
"Hey, are you even listening to me?"
"Huh? Oh, Miss Li, you were saying?"
"When do we start the lessons?"
Ye Feng glanced at the bright sunny day outside and turned back to answer.
"Now."
......
"Sir."
"Have you found anything?"
"I'm sorry, sir. According to the latest captured gang of kidnappers, they said they were originally hired by another group, but someone else actually kidnapped Miss Li. We haven't been able to find any trace of that person."
"Then keep looking. I don't believe he can just vanish into thin air."
"Yes, sir."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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?"
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.”
