Xie Yuyan stood at the kitchen doorway, watching Ye Feng washing dishes. For some reason, she felt an odd sensation.
Raised to be cold-hearted, she had no concept of family or happiness. All she knew was that home was a place of joy. Whenever she saw families playing outside or living harmoniously together, her eyes would fill with longing.
But she knew she wasn't worthy of such beauty. Her hands were stained with too much sin.
She wouldn't claim that the organization was to blame, not her. Even she had once wanted to end her life to escape this sinful existence, but when the knife pressed against her neck, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
...
"Ye Feng."
"Hmm?"
Hearing Xie Yuyan call his name, Ye Feng finished washing the dishes and was about to dry his hands.
"Do you think someone who has committed heinous crimes deserves to be punished accordingly?"
"Yes."
"I see..."
Xie Yuyan lowered her head and chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"But it depends on how they deal with it."
"Deal with it? What do you mean?"
At Ye Feng's words, Xie Yuyan's eyes lit up as if she had caught the first light of dawn.
"Redemption, I suppose. Only by making amends can one truly atone. Though the crimes can never be fully washed away, it's more of a consolation for the soul."
"... "
"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly ask about this?"
Ye Feng had already guessed the meaning behind Xie Yuyan's question. The person she was referring to was herself, but Ye Feng wouldn't try to defend her or act like some saint. He had no right to forgive the victims on their behalf.
"No... nothing. I was just asking casually."
Xie Yuyan avoided Ye Feng's gaze and hurried back to the sofa, turning her back and curling up into a ball.
"Think about something more meaningful to you. After all, becoming an assassin wasn't your choice, was it?"
From Xie Yuyan's tone and her lost expression, Ye Feng deduced that she might have been forced into this life. She had something that real assassins didn't—conscience.
"I..."
"Don't rush to answer me. You need to answer yourself."
"... "
Xie Yuyan opened her mouth to say something but eventually closed it.
"Ye Feng... goodnight."
"Goodnight."
With the door closing, Xie Yuyan turned around and gazed deeply at Ye Feng's room.
In just one night of contact with this man, Xie Yuyan had never felt so at ease.
Ye Feng...
...
"Hmm..."
In the morning, Ye Feng woke up and prepared to wash up. Suddenly, he noticed a system notification on his interface. Upon checking, he found that a compendium reward was waiting for him. To his surprise, Xie Yuyan's progress had jumped from 9% to 30% overnight.
What... had happened? Had she come to terms with something?
While Ye Feng was puzzled, he also noticed that Li Mucheng's progress was nearing 60%, rising by a point or two almost every day.
Though these developments were mysterious, they were ultimately good news. Ye Feng didn't dwell on them.
Following the system's guidance, Ye Feng claimed his task reward. Unfortunately, it seemed his luck was running low—aside from an additional 30 days of life, there was nothing else.
"Damn it! This system is getting more and more stingy! If you don't want to give, then don't!"
After a brief review of his personal information, Ye Feng continued to browse through his stats.
**[Host: Ye Feng]**
**[Age: 20]**
**[Remaining Life Time: Three Months]**
**[Skills: Gun Proficiency, Cold Weapon Mastery, Driving, Medical Care, Charm...]**
**[Items: Compendium, Universal Key, Substitute Doll]**
...
"If things keep going like this, I'll soon have the life I want. Then I won't have to put up with this damn system anymore."
Thinking this, Ye Feng felt much better. After getting dressed, he left his room...
Just as he stepped out, Ye Feng noticed that Xie Yuyan was still asleep, showing no sign of alertness to his door opening.
Probably due to her injury, it's better not to disturb her.
Considering Xie Yuyan's injury, Ye Feng kept the noise to a minimum as he headed to the bathroom. The moment the bathroom door closed, Xie Yuyan's blue eyes opened.
"I actually... let my guard down..."
Xie Yuyan had to admit that last night was the most peaceful sleep she'd ever had in her entire life, one she couldn't forget.
Was it because there were no missions to worry about? No. Was it because the soft sofa was comfortable? Not really.
Perhaps it was because of him...
At this thought, Xie Yuyan's gaze shifted to the bathroom. Listening to the faint sound of running water, she couldn't help but smile.
He had no obligation to do this, so why was he so considerate of her feelings? This guy...
...
"Miss, Miss?"
Meanwhile, in the villa, Li Mucheng, having just finished breakfast, sat blankly in her chair, lost in thought. After several days of recovery, she had quickly been discharged from the hospital.
Only four more days... why does time move so slowly?
"Miss."
"Huh? What is it?"
Hearing Ah Fu's voice, Li Mucheng suddenly looked up, clearly not having paid attention to what Ah Fu had just said.
"Miss, today's tutor is here. We should go to class."
"Oh, I know."
Li Mucheng sighed helplessly. Ever since taking Ye Feng's class, she had no interest in any other lessons. Only she knew that Ye Feng's classes were the only ones she fully invested in. In her heart, Ye Feng was her only true teacher.
Teacher... I wonder what you're doing right now?
...
"Yo, awake?"
As Ye Feng emerged from the bathroom, he saw Xie Yuyan sitting on the sofa, looking at him.
"Morning..."
"Morning. How's it going? Are the wounds still hurting?"
"These little injuries don't bother me at all. But still, thank you."
Xie Yuyan chuckled self-deprecatingly. Having lived on the edge of a blade for so long, injuries were a common occurrence. Being able to survive unscathed was already a miracle.
"Oh, right, this is for you."
Ye Feng picked up a glass bottle of white powder from the dining table and tossed it to Xie Yuyan.
"What's this?"
Xie Yuyan took the bottle and examined it carefully.
"To prevent infection. Since you can't appear in public right now, it's better to avoid any risks."
"So eager for me to heal and leave?"
Xie Yuyan joked, but from the way she clutched the bottle and her darting eyes, it was clear she was the one feeling uneasy.

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!"

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!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!