"Ye Feng, I won't go easy on you~"
After clearing the area, the two stood facing each other. Xie Yuyan was still wearing her loose pajamas and stretched lazily, as if the outcome of this duel was already decided in her eyes.
Xie Yuyan was so confident because she had already gauged Ye Feng's capabilities during their previous encounters. After all, her combat skills were honed in the most grueling conditions, so when Ye Feng agreed to the duel, she knew he had walked right into her trap.
Ye Feng's expression was serious. He also knew that Xie Yuyan was strong, perhaps even stronger than him. But to make her stay, he had no choice but to agree. It was her open scheme, after all.
Seeing Ye Feng silent and in a defensive stance, Xie Yuyan smiled faintly. "Ye Feng, don't be so serious. The outcome won't change, but smiling more might bring you some luck, you know?"
"Xie Yuyan, you..."
Just as Ye Feng was about to retort, Xie Yuyan suddenly transformed. In a flash, she closed the distance between them, clearly showing her full strength. Her earlier casual demeanor had been nothing more than a ploy to lower Ye Feng's guard.
Xie Yuyan's fist shot toward Ye Feng's wrist joint with lightning speed. Fortunately, Ye Feng's combat skills allowed him to deflect the attack. But before he could recover, Xie Yuyan grabbed his arm with one hand, planted her foot firmly on the ground, and leaped into the air, using her other leg to kick at Ye Feng's shoulder.
"Thud!"
Unable to dodge due to Xie Yuyan's grip, Ye Feng's shoulder took the full force of the kick. As Ye Feng tried to counterattack while Xie Yuyan was still in mid-air, she swiftly retreated, creating distance between them.
Seeing the faint redness on Ye Feng's neck, Xie Yuyan's furrowed brows relaxed slightly. Biting her lower lip, she seemed almost reluctant to continue. "Ye Feng, give up. If we keep going, you'll get hurt."
"There's no such thing as surrender in a duel. Either you knock me down, or I'll keep standing here."
"Fine. I'll apologize to you afterward."
Seeing Ye Feng's unwavering determination, Xie Yuyan stopped trying to persuade him. Her only goal now was to defeat him as quickly as possible, and she would hold nothing back.
From their exchanges, Ye Feng knew he was outmatched. Just a few moves from Xie Yuyan had already subdued him, and if this continued, he would surely lose.
It seems I have no choice but to use that...
With a thought, Ye Feng quickly accessed his system and allocated a skill point he had earned from a previous mission to upgrade his Combat Mastery. Instantly, a warm surge of energy flowed through his body.
[Combat Mastery (Intermediate) has been upgraded to Combat Mastery (Advanced).]
As the system's notification echoed in his mind, Ye Feng noticed Xie Yuyan closing in again. But this time, her movements seemed slow and predictable, as if he could see through every detail. Unlike before, when he could only defend and take hits, it was now his turn to counterattack.
Xie Yuyan, unaware of the drastic change Ye Feng had undergone in mere seconds, approached him confidently, ready to deliver the final blow. Seeing Ye Feng standing still like a statue, she thought he had given up. But just as her fist was about to land on his abdomen, a chilling sensation shot up her spine like an icy dagger.
Wh-what's going on? Why do I feel this way?
Before Xie Yuyan could react, Ye Feng reached out and caught her fist. Realizing the danger, Xie Yuyan kicked at Ye Feng's wrist to break free, but in the next moment, his other hand clamped down on her ankle.
What?! This... this can't be!
Xie Yuyan's pupils contracted in shock. She hadn't expected Ye Feng to block two of her attacks in a row. Against anyone else, she would have already knocked them out cold. But now, she was wide open and had to escape.
"Ha!"
With a sharp cry, Xie Yuyan kicked with her other leg, trying to throw Ye Feng off balance. At the same time, she pushed off the ground with her palm, twisting her body to maneuver behind Ye Feng and attempt to climb onto his back. But Ye Feng seemed to have anticipated her move. He wrapped his arm around her waist and slammed her down onto the soft couch.
"Ugh..."
A muffled groan escaped Xie Yuyan's lips. Before she could recover, a gust of wind brushed past her face. When she opened her eyes, Ye Feng's fist was hovering right in front of her.
Ye Feng chuckled softly, unclenching his fist and giving Xie Yuyan a light flick on the forehead.
"You lost."
"N-no! I was just careless!"
"Your enemy won't give you a second chance just because you were careless."
"Ugh..."
"Alright, a bet's a bet. You have to stay home now, got it? Let me check if you're hurt anywhere. Does anything feel sore?"
"Why?"
"Huh? Why what?"
Xie Yuyan stared straight into Ye Feng's eyes, her tone calm but probing. "Why did your movements change so drastically? Your reactions and techniques were completely different from before."
"You just don't get it, do you? I was holding back before. I had to use my real strength to deal with you this time."
"You're lying! Tell me the truth—did you take some kind of stimulant or something?"
Sorry, I cheated.
Xie Yuyan sat up on the couch, clearly frustrated by her sudden defeat. It felt like a sure victory had been snatched away from her in an instant, and she couldn't believe what had just happened.
"How is that possible? We've been in the same place the whole time, and where would I even get something like that? Are you just a sore loser~?"
"Who... who's a sore loser! Fine, I'll stay! It's not like I even wanted to help you anyway..."
Xie Yuyan's voice trailed off as she lowered her head, her mood visibly sour. Seeing this, Ye Feng had no choice but to try to comfort her.
"Hey, I just wanted to prove to you that I can protect myself. So, just stay home for now, and when things calm down, it'll be safe again. I'll even go out with you then, okay?"
"I... I... It's not about going out! I'm just worried about you..."
Hearing Xie Yuyan's soft, hesitant voice, Ye Feng felt a pang of guilt. He knew she cared about him, but the situation was different now. With Li Mucheng already in danger, he couldn't risk dragging Xie Yuyan into it as well. Whether or not he had the system, he wouldn't allow it.
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.
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
