"Alright, Miss, you can stop here. You should head back now."
As soon as they stepped out of the gate, Ye Feng turned to Li Mucheng, who was still following him closely.
Ye Feng couldn’t shake the feeling that Li Mucheng seemed more curious about him today, as if she had discovered some secret. Her eyes were filled with a sense of triumph, like she had everything under control.
"Miss, I said you can stop here. Go back now."
"I never said I was here to see you off, Teacher. We just happen to be going the same way."
"Is that so..."
The two of them were walking toward the direction of the estate’s exit when a voice called out from behind.
"Miss!"
They turned around to see Ah Fu running toward them.
"Ah Fu? What are you doing here?"
Li Mucheng’s eyebrows raised slightly at Ah Fu’s arrival, clearly displeased.
"M-Miss, I’ve come on orders from the Master."
"Father? Whatever it is, it can wait. I’m seeing Teacher off to the gate right now."
So much for the "same way" excuse. Now she wasn’t even bothering to hide it.
"Miss, that’s not what you said earlier," Ye Feng interjected.
"Hmph, I’m just being polite as a student. It’s not proper to let a teacher leave on their own."
"Miss, actually, I’m here to discuss something with Ye Feng. Could you please make an exception?"
Ah Fu hurriedly stepped in front of them, turning his gaze toward Ye Feng.
"Ye Feng, the Master has something he needs to discuss with you."
"Oh? With me?"
"Yes. The Master hopes you can cancel tomorrow’s class and come to his company..."
Before Ah Fu could finish, Li Mucheng cut him off.
"No! Tomorrow’s class cannot be canceled!"
"But Miss, the Master has urgent matters to discuss with Ye Feng."
"No matter what it is, it’s not happening! This is non-negotiable!"
Though Li Mucheng’s usual spoiled demeanor was similar to how she acted now, this time her attitude was much firmer. Her sharp eyes were filled with determination.
"If Father has something to say, he can come and tell me himself, or find another time. But this is not up for discussion. Teacher, let’s go!"
With that, Li Mucheng linked her arm with Ye Feng’s and started walking toward the gate.
"Wait, Miss!"
"There’s nothing to wait for. Teacher, you’re not allowed to agree with Ah Fu! Otherwise, I won’t let you off the hook!"
Though her tone lacked its usual bite, the strength in her grip made it clear she wasn’t going to let Ye Feng argue.
After being dragged a few steps, Ye Feng stopped in his tracks and pulled Li Mucheng to a halt. "Miss, wait a moment. Don’t get so worked up. I’m not going to cancel tomorrow’s class."
Only after Ye Feng’s assurance did Li Mucheng stop, though she didn’t let go of his arm. Whether it was intentional or not, she kept her hold on him.
"Well... alright. But Teacher, don’t you dare sneak away!"
Ye Feng wiggled his arm, which was firmly locked in Li Mucheng’s grip, and sighed. "Do I even have the chance?"
"Hmph... Just don’t even think about it!"
"Alright, Ah Fu, what does Director Li want to talk to me about?"
"The Master wants to speak with you privately. Due to concerns about the Miss’s safety, he can only discuss it with you at the company."
"Miss’s safety?"
At first, Ye Feng thought Li Jing wanted to ask him to help improve his relationship with Li Mucheng, but now it seemed there was something urgent going on.
As Li Mucheng’s teacher and someone tasked with protecting her, Ye Feng had no choice but to go to Li Jing’s company to find out more.
"Is there time now? Why don’t we go over right away? That way, it won’t conflict with tomorrow’s class."
"Hold on..."
Ah Fu pressed the portable earpiece he was wearing and, after a moment, nodded.
"The Master says it’s fine. Ye Feng, come with me to the car now."
"Alright..."
"I’m coming too!"
Li Mucheng, who had been quietly clinging to Ye Feng’s arm, suddenly spoke up.
"Miss, the Master wants you to stay at home for safety reasons."
"Then tell him, is it safer with Teacher by my side or me staying home alone?"
"......"
After a pause, Ah Fu finally said, "Miss, please come with us."
"That’s more like it. Let’s go, Teacher~ Looks like you’ll be working overtime today."
See? This is the ugly face of capitalism. The moment they see me working for free, they’re grinning from ear to ear.
"Miss, could you let go of my arm..."
"Teacher, do you see that cloud? It looks like a blade of grass, doesn’t it?"
"Miss, there are no clouds. It’s overcast today."
"Never mind that. Let’s just get in the car."
Seeing that Li Mucheng wasn’t budging, Ye Feng had no choice. Thinking he should probably let Xie Yuyan know, he pulled out his phone to contact her.
Li Mucheng noticed the cracked phone case and seemed to have an idea, examining Ye Feng’s phone closely.
"Teacher, this phone must be pretty old, right? It’s probably been phased out of the market by now."
"Yeah, it’s an old relic."
"Then why not get a better one?"
"Can’t afford it. Besides, money should be spent wisely. This phone still works, so I’ll just keep using it until it breaks."
"I see..."
Li Mucheng seemed to be pondering something and fell silent, standing quietly by Ye Feng’s side. As she looked up and saw Ye Feng typing something on his phone, she curiously leaned in, but just as she did, Ye Feng turned off the screen.
"Huh? Miss, what are you looking at?"
"I was just seeing what you were doing, staring at your phone so intently. Were you texting your girlfriend?"
Li Mucheng joked, but her forced smile betrayed the tension she was feeling.
"Girlfriend? What girlfriend? Someone like me probably won’t ever have one."
Ye Feng laughed self-deprecatingly. He was the least qualified person to pursue happiness, let alone a girlfriend.
"That’s... that’s not true!"
Li Mucheng suddenly blushed and vehemently protested. Seeing the loneliness in Ye Feng’s profile, she almost blurted out her feelings right then and there.
"Someone as kind as you, Teacher, is bound to have many girls who like you."
"No, I’m not a good person."
"Actually, I... I... I..."
Just then, a car pulled up in front of them, and Ah Fu’s face appeared in the window. "Miss, Ye Feng, let’s get in."
"......"
"Alright, Miss, let’s go."
"......"
After a long silence, Li Mucheng finally spoke in a calm voice.
"Ah Fu, you’re losing your bonus this month."
"???"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”

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.