“Ye Feng… do you hate me now…?”
“What are you mumbling about over there? Sit down and eat your meal.”
Xie Yuyan stood by the dining table, first glancing at the diced meat fried rice in Ye Feng’s bowl, then looking at her own bowl of plain, watery porridge. She pouted and shot him a dissatisfied look.
“Why are you staring at me? Sit down and eat already.”
Ye Feng placed a plate of stir-fried vegetables next to Xie Yuyan’s bowl and picked up his spoon to take a bite of his fried rice. But seeing Xie Yuyan’s unwavering gaze, he put the spoon down and explained.
“You’ve just recovered, so you can’t eat greasy or heavily seasoned food. Hating me won’t change that. For now, you’ll have to make do with plain porridge and vegetables.”
“I don’t want to! Who can eat this stuff?”
Xie Yuyan shook her head vigorously, her expression clearly showing her resistance.
“I think you’ve just grown tired of me, Ye Feng! You used to make delicious food for me, but now you’re just giving me simple, boring stuff… I guess love really does fade, huh…”
“......”
Ye Feng suddenly lost his appetite for the fried rice, especially with Xie Yuyan looking at him so pitifully, as if he were actually mistreating her.
“No matter what you say, it’s not happening. You’ll have to wait until you’re fully recovered before you can eat meat.”
“I protest! You’re just taking advantage of the situation, Ye Feng!”
“Alright, alright, say whatever you want. What will it take for you to eat your meal properly?”
“Unless you feed me!”
Xie Yuyan blurted out the words without hesitation, as if she had been ready to say them all along.
“......”
“Staring…”
“Sigh… why are you still acting like a child who needs to be fed?”
“I don’t care! This is your punishment for not giving me meat!”
“Fine, fine, just sit back in your seat, okay?”
Seeing that Ye Feng had agreed to her request, Xie Yuyan immediately brightened up. In her heart, she didn’t mind what she ate; she just wanted Ye Feng to feed her.
“No need to trouble yourself to move. I’ll come over myself~”
Xie Yuyan picked up her bowl of porridge and walked halfway around the table to stand beside Ye Feng.
“You… aren’t you going to bring your chair over? How am I supposed to feed you if you’re standing?”
“Of course I’ll sit down~”
With that, Xie Yuyan turned her back to Ye Feng and, under his puzzled gaze, plopped herself down onto his lap.
“Hey! Xie Yuyan, you…”
“Ye Feng, don’t move around~ If the porridge spills, we’ll have to do laundry again~”
“......”
Sure enough, after Xie Yuyan said this, Ye Feng stopped moving. Xie Yuyan wriggled around until she found a comfortable position, then picked up her bowl of porridge with satisfaction.
“I’m ready~”
“You… sigh… give me the bowl.”
“I’ll hold the bowl myself. Here, take the spoon.”
Ye Feng took the spoon, scooped up a portion of porridge with his right hand, and held it in the air.
“Is this good enough, Miss Xie?”
“Hehe, I’m quite satisfied with this. You’re doing well, little Ye~”
Xie Yuyan happily opened her mouth and ate the spoonful of porridge. After swallowing, she put on an exaggerated expression as if she had just tasted a gourmet dish.
“So delicious! Truly, Ye Feng’s porridge is the best. Everyone who tries it says so.”
“Enough already, just finish the porridge.”
Ye Feng couldn’t stand Xie Yuyan’s antics any longer. At this rate, the bowl of porridge would take forever to finish. Without waiting for Xie Yuyan to prepare, he quickly scooped up another spoonful and shoved it toward her mouth.
“Little Ye, can’t you be a bit more gentlemanly? Why are you in such a hurry… mmm…”
Ye Feng didn’t give Xie Yuyan a chance to speak, continuously speeding up the feeding process to finish the task as quickly as possible.
“Wait, I haven’t finished yet! Mmm…”
“I’m sorry, Ye Feng… I was wrong… mmm…”
……
It must be said that Ye Feng’s efficiency was indeed impressive. In no time, the bowl of porridge was nearly empty. Just as he was about to put the spoon back into the bowl, he noticed Xie Yuyan puffing out her cheeks and looking at him with a pained expression.
“Alright, you’ve eaten. Get down now; it’s my turn to eat.”
“Mmm…”
Xie Yuyan covered her mouth for a while before finally swallowing all the porridge she had been holding in her mouth. Then she bared her teeth and glared at Ye Feng.
“Ye Feng, how could you be so rough? You almost choked me to death!”
“It’s because you kept talking instead of focusing on eating. I was just correcting your bad habits.”
“Bad Ye Feng! You’ll get your comeuppance!”
“Enough of that. Get down and stop blocking me from eating… hey hey hey! Xie Yuyan, what are you doing?”
Ye Feng was about to push Xie Yuyan off his lap when he noticed she had positioned herself like an angry little dog, leaning over his chest and looking ready to pounce.
“Chomp!”
Xie Yuyan bit down on Ye Feng’s neck, using both hands to tightly grip his wrists. No matter how Ye Feng turned his neck, she followed his movements.
“Ouch… let go, Xie Yuyan! Are you a dog or something?”
“Mmm…”
……
“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”
After the incident, Ye Feng touched the red bite mark on his neck and looked at Xie Yuyan, who was sitting on the sofa and staring back at him.
“That was my revenge! Now we’re even.”
Although Xie Yuyan appeared to be reflecting on her actions while sitting on the sofa, her gaze kept lingering on the bite mark. Every time she looked at it, the corners of her mouth would curl up slightly. However, Ye Feng, still fuming, didn’t notice these subtle changes.
“Don’t worry, I was careful. See, there’s just a mark on your neck, no actual wound.”
“So I should thank you, is that it?”
“Hehe, it’s the least I could do.”
“I wasn’t complimenting you!”
……
“What’s going on? The earlier intel said that the Li family’s heiress would be traveling to the Li Corporation’s estate this weekend. But now the scouts are reporting that she’s been at the estate the whole time and hasn’t left. How reliable is this information?”
In a basement somewhere in Shu City, a man with a grim expression was sifting through a pile of disorganized documents on the table. A closer look would reveal that all the documents were related to Li Mucheng. Outside the door stood several men with menacing expressions.
“The first group we sent was useless too. They let other kidnappers beat them to it, and the target managed to escape safely without being discovered. The boss is very unhappy with us. If this operation fails to kidnap the Li family’s heiress, we’ll all be fed to the fishes.”
“But boss, how are we supposed to carry out the plan without any information?”
“It’s simple. Earlier, I studied the layout of the Li estate. There’s a mountain range behind the estate. If we use climbing gear to reach the summit under the cover of darkness, we can enter the estate from the rear. Then, while everyone is distracted, we’ll kidnap the Li family’s heiress and make our escape. That’s how we’ll pull it off. Is the plan clear?”
“Crystal clear.”
The men replied in unison.
“Then we’ll set the operation for two weeks from now. In the meantime, keep gathering any missing intel.”
“Yes, sir!”
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?"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
