Kuma hunched over, slipping across the courtyard like a ghost. She expertly avoided the dry twigs on the ground without stirring up even the slightest breeze. This was a skill she had honed through countless infiltration missions; she wouldn't break an egg even if she stepped on it.
Arriving at the window of the master bedroom, Kuma held her breath and quietly pushed open a hairline crack.
Inside, the room was dead silent.
Lynch was nowhere to be seen. According to her intelligence, the hardworking human would usually be chopping wood in the backyard or busy in the herb garden by this time.
On the large bed, Felsy was still sound asleep.
The morning light filtered through the gap in the curtains, spilling over her long silver hair.
Kuma narrowed her eyes and activated her innate skill, the Eye of True Sight.
It was a high-tier reconnaissance skill capable of seeing through a target's mana flow and life state.
However, in the very next second, Kuma's jaw nearly dropped in shock.
"This... how is this possible?!"
In her vision, Felsy's life force—which had previously been as weak as a candle in the wind and riddled with fractures—was now burning exceptionally steadily!
Although it was still a far cry from the raging inferno of her peak that could scorch the heavens, if Her Lady's body yesterday was a dried and cracked riverbed, then today, a trickling stream was actually flowing through it once again!
What terrified Kuma the most was that the severed points in Felsy's mana circuits—scars left behind by the Ultimate War that not even the best potions in the Demon Realm could mend—were now being reconnected by a gentle and mysterious energy!
That was the power of Laws.
It was a kind of reconstruction that surpassed ordinary healing magic!
"In just one night?!"
Kuma covered her mouth, her pupils shaking wildly.
"This recovery speed... It's like a dead tree springing back to life, a reversal of life and death!"
"Could it be..."
The scene of Lynch bringing Felsy into the bedroom last night instantly surfaced in her mind.
"Could this be the legendary... dual cultivation secret art?!"
"Did that human named Lynch use some special ritual to unreservedly transfer his own life essence to Lady Witch? No wonder Her Lady is so indulgent with him. It turns out he's a walking humanoid holy elixir!"
Just as Kuma was mentally conjuring up a grand, tragic, cross-species life sacrifice ritual,
the figure on the bed stirred.
Felsy slowly opened her eyes.
She had slept so comfortably.
Ever since she was injured, she would be woken up several times a night by the dull ache in her meridians. But last night, under the pressure of Lynch's strange massage techniques, she had actually slept through the night like a baby.
Moreover... her body felt so light.
The ever-present heaviness had mostly vanished, and gathering mana at her fingertips no longer felt sluggish.
"That idiot... actually has some skills."
Just as a faint smile touched the corners of Felsy's lips, her sharp perception immediately caught a gaze coming from the window.
Her smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a chill cold enough to freeze the air.
She turned her head, her purple eyes coldly locking onto the eye behind the crack in the window.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority.
"Wah! G-Good morning! Lady Witch!"
Since she had been discovered, Kuma stopped hiding. She awkwardly stood up from beneath the windowsill, pushed the window open, and popped half her head in, wearing a flattering smile.
"Um... this subordinate was just worried about Your Lady's safety, so I came specifically to check! Seeing you sleeping so soundly puts my mind at ease!"
Felsy sat up. The blanket slipped down, revealing her perfectly intact nightgown.
"Done looking? Then get lost and go chop wood."
"Yes, yes, yes! Getting lost right away!"
Kuma was about to turn around, but her blazing gossipy heart and her thirst for knowledge about power made her stop in her tracks.
She swallowed hard and gathered the courage to ask:
"Um... My Lady, please forgive me for being nosy and asking a question."
"Spit it out."
"It's just... your current condition is ridiculously good! Your life force has skyrocketed, and even your mana circuits have been significantly repaired." Kuma pointed at Felsy. "Is that human's technique... really that amazing?"
Felsy paused for a moment.
Although she didn't want to admit it, it was indeed the truth.
"Mhm." She nodded faintly, the tips of her ears turning slightly red. "It really... has some merit. It's much more impressive than I imagined."
Receiving an affirmative answer, the shock in Kuma's eyes grew even deeper.
"But... that doesn't make sense."
Kuma scratched her head, her pair of beast ears twitching in confusion.
"According to the records in those human novels I've read, this level of life transfer or dual cultivation is usually earth-shattering and accompanied by intense... you know."
"But..."
Kuma looked at Felsy with a face of complete innocence and asked the fatal question:
"But there wasn't much commotion from you two last night, was there?"
"I pressed my ear against the wall and listened for ages. Aside from you moaning a few times at the very beginning, there was no sound after that... Could it be that Lynch is a master of the Silent School? Or does this kind of ritual not require intense physical clashing to complete?"
The air froze in that instant.
The blush on Felsy's face rapidly spread from her ears down to her neck, before instantly turning into the dark crimson of humiliated fury.
She finally realized.
What this subordinate, whose head was filled with nothing but trash, was actually talking about!
Furthermore—
"You pressed your ear against the wall and listened for ages?"
Felsy's voice became extremely soft, so soft that it was absolutely spine-chilling.
"Moaned a few times?"
She slowly raised her hand, a black magical radiance swirling around her fingertips.
"Agent Kuma."
"Present!!"
Kuma instantly stood at attention, cold sweat pouring down like rain. She realized she had let something slip!
"It seems yesterday's punishment wasn't severe enough, since you still have the energy to pry into your superior's privacy."
Felsy smiled. The smile was breathtakingly beautiful, yet so dangerous it induced despair.
"Since you like listening to the wind so much..."
"Then go up there and listen to your heart's content."
Hum—
This time, a whip wasn't necessary.
An invisible telekinetic force grabbed Kuma directly by the back of her collar, lifted her entirely off the ground, and threw her straight out the window.
A rope condensed from mana was already hanging from the tall jujube tree in the courtyard.
"Wahhhhh! Lady Witch, spare my life! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I shouldn't have eavesdropped! I shouldn't have been curious!"
"Off you go!"
Swish—
Kuma's figure traced a rather ungraceful arc through the air, accurately ending up suspended upside down from the highest branch of the jujube tree.
Immediately after, a light breeze blew past, swaying her body.
She was like a wind chime, beginning to spin in irregular circles in the morning breeze.
"Wuwuwu... the world... is spinning again..."
Inside the master bedroom.
Felsy slammed the window shut with a bang and drew the curtains.
She leaned against the headboard, covering her burning cheeks, and gritted her teeth:
"That idiot Kuma... what does she mean 'moaned a few times'..."
"Tonight... I'm absolutely not letting him massage me tonight!"
"...I'll press it for five minutes at most!"

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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."

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.”