“How is it? Looks good, right?”
Seeing Xie Yuyan fiddling with the phone, Ye Feng could tell she liked it.
“This phone is super functional. You can even use it to crack walnuts.”
“Pfft... Who would use a phone to crack walnuts?”
Xie Yuyan, who had been on the verge of tears from being moved, burst into laughter after hearing Ye Feng’s remark.
“Ye Feng, how about you give me your phone, and you use this new one?”
“It’s fine. Besides, I’ve grown attached to my old phone. You can keep this one.”
“Alright, when I start earning money, I’ll buy you a new phone too~”
“Okay.”
“Alright then!”
Xie Yuyan pressed close to Ye Feng’s shoulder and said eagerly, “Now it’s time to give me your phone number! And we should add each other on that social app too!”
“Sure, I’ve already bought a SIM card and put it in your phone. Give me your phone.”
Ye Feng quickly completed the setup and handed the phone back to Xie Yuyan.
“There, all done.”
Xie Yuyan took the phone and pressed the call button in front of Ye Feng. Instantly, Ye Feng’s phone rang, and only then did she feel reassured and put her phone away.
“Huh? Aren’t you going to play with it some more?”
Xie Yuyan brushed the hair by her ear, stood up from the couch with a smile, and said, “No need. As long as I can use this phone to contact you, that’s enough.”
“......”
Ye Feng was slightly taken aback by her words, but seeing her pursed lips and the mischievous smile, he knew she was waiting to see him flustered.
Oh, Xie Yuyan, is this how you treat your savior? Seems like you’ve gotten too comfortable.
Feeling his authority slipping away, Ye Feng decided to teach her a lesson as she turned around.
“Alright, today I learned a new dish, and I’m going to make it for you to try... Ah!”
Xie Yuyan suddenly felt a pair of hands gently touch her waist, sending a shiver down her spine. She instantly realized what was happening and leaned back.
“Hey hey hey! Xie Yuyan, you...”
“Thud.”
Ye Feng hadn’t expected Xie Yuyan to suddenly fall back, so he had no choice but to catch her firmly in his arms.
“Mmm...”
Holding her delicate figure, feeling her slender waist and the intoxicating fragrance, and seeing her turn her head to gaze at him with those affectionate, lively eyes, Ye Feng admitted that his heart skipped a beat at that moment.
Xie Yuyan, like a budding flower, was already blushing, her expression shy yet alluring as she stared at Ye Feng, her eyes gradually becoming hazy.
“Ye Feng... I...”
“S-sorry.”
Ye Feng suddenly let go of Xie Yuyan, his face showing a look of confusion. Just as he was about to leave, Xie Yuyan turned and hugged him.
“......”
“It’s okay... Can I just hold you for a little while? Just a little while...”
Xie Yuyan’s tone was no longer as shy as before. She simply held Ye Feng quietly, not saying another word.
The perceptive Xie Yuyan could see that Ye Feng’s eyes seemed to hide something, that look of confusion and conflict she had also experienced before—until Ye Feng appeared in her life.
Ye Feng... What is it that’s troubling you? Isn’t our relationship close enough for you to tell me? But I won’t give up!
You pulled me out of the abyss, and I won’t let go of your hand!
Never!
“Ye Feng... Thank you. I’ll go cook now. You sit and rest for a bit.”
“I’m sorry...”
“There’s no need to apologize, but you should know...”
Xie Yuyan suddenly leaned close to Ye Feng’s face, flashing a bright smile.
“I’m not giving up~”
“......”
With that, Xie Yuyan hummed a tune as she walked toward the kitchen, leaving Ye Feng standing there, seemingly lost in thought.
......
In the evening, Ye Feng gazed out the window at the night view, his soul seemingly adrift. Although he and Xie Yuyan had continued chatting normally afterward, he knew that an invisible barrier had formed in his heart.
Can someone like me still have freedom? I’m just a machine barely surviving by following orders. What room do I have to talk about anything else? Acting on emotions will only hurt me... and hurt her...
And did fate really bring me together with Xie Yuyan and the others? It was all just for my own survival. If not for the system’s demands, would I really have risked my life to save a stranger?
Would I...
“Sigh...”
Ye Feng let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. Perhaps within that sigh, he had already found his answer.
......
“......”
Hearing the sigh from the room, Xie Yuyan pulled her ear away from the door. After blinking her deep eyes, she returned to the couch.
Is it because of my identity? Or does Ye Feng have some secret he can’t tell me? No... If this continues, I’ll only drift further away from him... No... Absolutely not!
As Xie Yuyan thought this, her eyes gradually grew vacant.
Is it... If I eliminate all threats related to me, will Ye Feng accept me? That would mean we can be together forever!
Xie Yuyan clenched her fists and turned to look at Ye Feng’s room, seemingly hesitating about something.
......
Late at night, in a dimly lit shop on a dark street, several figures were discussing something in a warehouse.
One of the masked men knelt on the ground, shivering as he said, “S-sir, we’ve thoroughly searched the surrounding areas, but there’s still no trace of that woman. Maybe she’s already run away?”
“Run? Where could she go, injured as she is? We’ve sent so many Dark Palace assassins, and yet not a single hair of hers has been found? What a bunch of useless fools.”
An old man with a goatee was smoking a pipe. After saying this, he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.
“Goat, don’t be so angry. There’s always a way, right? We all know Cold Snake’s capabilities. The mistake lies with those above, thinking they had everything under control until things went wrong, and now we’re left cleaning up their mess.”
A seductive voice chimed in. If Ye Feng were here, he would find it familiar, as it belonged to the female clerk he had met when buying a recipe.
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.”
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!"
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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
