He was young, but his hair was slicked back and shiny with oil.
He wore a suit and bow tie, which looked somewhat out of place.
"Master! I found you an apprentice."
"This apprentice will absolutely satisfy you."
"The kind you can't take your eyes off of."
Yang Xuan's face beamed with excitement.
He raised an eyebrow, giving Chen Feng a look that only men understand.
Chen Feng frowned as he looked at the young man before him.
One sentence turned Yang Xuan to stone.
"Who are you?"
Yang Xuan seemed to hear the sound of his heart shattering.
He never expected that his Master would forget him so quickly.
Yang Xuan's eyes turned red, and he said with grievance:
"Master, I am your most loyal disciple, Yang Xuan!"
"How could you not recognize me?"
Yang Xuan?
It seemed like he did have such an apprentice.
Chen Feng frowned, trying to recall.
He remembered that kid with the glasses and yellow hair.
Looking again at the young man in front of him — slicked-back hair, dark face, and small eyes —
Chen Feng asked uncertainly:
"You're Yang Xuan?"
Yang Xuan nodded with a mournful expression.
"Where's your yellow hair? Where are your glasses?"
Chen Feng was curious.
He felt that young people nowadays really knew how to mess around.
Couldn't they just be normal?
Truly, ugly people love to make a fuss.
Hearing his Master's questions, Yang Xuan realized:
So it was because he had changed so much that his Master didn't recognize him.
"See! I knew it!"
"How could my Master possibly not remember me?"
Yang Xuan bounced back to full energy in an instant.
With a flattering grin, he said:
"I just didn't want to embarrass you, Master."
"So I dyed my hair black and changed my look."
"After all, yellow hair doesn't match my current image."
"Also, the martial arts you taught me are really powerful — they even cured my nearsightedness, so I don't need glasses anymore."
Chen Feng shook his head with a wry smile.
He couldn't quite understand the brain of a hype-beast youngster.
He just patted Yang Xuan on the shoulder and said:
"Looks don't matter. What matters is that you focus your mind on the martial path."
Yang Xuan immediately beamed with pride.
He even patted his own skinny chest,
and said with self-importance:
"Don't worry, Master."
"The martial arts you taught me — I practice them diligently every day."
"I'm strict with myself, training during the day and perfecting my practice in action."
"I've gone from twenty-two seconds at the start all the way up to five minutes and seventeen seconds now."
"That's a boost of more than ten times!"
Looking at Yang Xuan's smug face,
Chen Feng was completely baffled.
Twenty-two seconds up to five minutes and seventeen seconds?
What on earth is that?
Is this kid really practicing the martial arts I taught him?
Does the Yijin Jing have a time limit before reaching harmony between heaven and man?
Isn't it supposed to be a technique for purifying marrow and meridians?
Chen Feng asked in confusion:
"You have a time limit when cultivating the Yijin Jing?"
Yang Xuan also looked puzzled:
"Master, don't you have a time limit?"
Chen Feng cleared his throat and said modestly:
"Your Master has already reached the realm of harmony between heaven and man."
"So there's no time limit at all for me."
Yang Xuan's eyes widened in disbelief, and his mouth hung wide open.
He felt like his head was about to explode!
His Master had no time limit at all!
"Holy crap!"
"That's insane!"
"Master, don't you ever get tired?"
Chen Feng was quite perplexed and said:
"I wouldn't say tired."
"In fact, I feel quite refreshed and comfortable every time."
For Chen Feng,
every session of cleansing marrow and meridians was a bit painful,
but that feeling of clearly sensing his body growing stronger gave him a joy that came from the depths of his soul.
At that moment,
Yang Xuan's admiration was beyond words.
The gap between himself and his Master was just too huge.
Although his power had grown more than tenfold,
he would still lose to those three punk girls every time.
Five minutes and seventeen seconds was already his personal best.
If his Master took it on himself, even if all three punk girls went at once, they wouldn't stand a chance.
It seemed he still needed to work twice as hard.
But the important matter came first.
"Master, I found you a great apprentice in the mall."
"Once you see her, you won't be disappointed."
Chen Feng smiled helplessly.
His own disappointment or satisfaction meant nothing —
the system was the one that had to react.
He said with a smile:
"If she wanted to become your apprentice under me, she would have come over by now."
"Since she didn't come, she probably doesn't want to. Don't force anyone."
"Focus your energy on training, and don't go worrying about other things for me."
Yang Xuan immediately said:
"Don't worry about my training, Master. I work hard at it."
"I even put in extra time every night to test my progress."
"But the apprentice I found for you — she genuinely wants to learn from you."
"She didn't come because she must have some difficulty. You'll understand once you go see."
In Yang Xuan's mind,
if that beautiful woman came to seek apprenticeship, her terrifying figure and stunning looks would surely cause quite a stir.
By then, if his Master took her as a disciple in front of all the other people seeking apprenticeship,
it would inevitably invite gossip and criticism.
But oh well —
his Master was so outstanding, people were bound to be jealous.
Seeing how confidently Yang Xuan spoke,
Chen Feng thought to himself:
"Is she disabled or unable to move?"
Recalling the bizarre ways the system had selected apprentices before,
Chen Feng decided to take a look.
With his current speed, it wouldn't take long anyway.
He then grabbed Yang Xuan, activated his Adamantine Body,
and following Yang Xuan's directions, reached the mall within a few breaths.
Feeling his Master's lightning speed,
Yang Xuan thought in shock:
"Not only is Master long-lasting, he's also this fast — how could an ordinary person handle that?"
"Those three punk girls would be finished in three seconds if they went up against him."
"No wonder he hooked up with that fighting goddess as his side piece!"
"Before Master, any normal person would be a 'three-second woman'!"
"Truly worthy of my Master!"
"Don't know how many 'three-second men' he's secretly saved face for."
"A role model for all!"
Soon, Chen Feng saw the person Yang Xuan was talking about.
First, he was stunned by her stunning appearance.
Although she wasn't disabled as he'd imagined, one had to admit —
that figure could leave countless people exhausted to the point of disability.
He deeply understood what those old idioms meant for real now:
"Full of grace," "petite waist with bountiful fruits," "unshakable resolve"...
Then he was shocked by the system.
[Detected: Perfect 100% match with the Dragon God Technique].
[Name: Long Jiaojiao].
"So she really can be taken in?"
"That unreliable kid Yang Xuan actually came through!"
"But why does she seem so familiar to me?"
Seeing Chen Feng's stunned expression,
Yang Xuan grinned slyly.
"So, Master, you old-timer approve, right?"
"Not bad judgment on my part, eh?"
Chen Feng nodded,
and absentmindedly said:
"Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect you to actually find me a worthy apprentice."
Yang Xuan looked proud.
Chen Feng looked back at Long Jiaojiao and asked:
"You look very familiar to me. Have we met somewhere before?"
A hint of mockery curled at the corner of Long Jiaojiao's lips.
She thought to herself with fury:
"Of course we're familiar."
"Your blood contains my dragon pearl!"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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?"
