"Phew... It's about time to head over to Ye Feng's place."
Xie Yuyan stashed her weapon away, but a hint of astonishment lingered in her eyes as she muttered under her breath.
"Is Ye Feng... really a normal person?"
Xie Yuyan vividly remembered how Ye Feng had suffered what should have been a fatal injury. The reason she hadn’t intervened during his moment of peril was because she had her own ulterior motives. Watching Ye Feng get hurt in front of her felt like a knife cutting into her own flesh. But she figured that even if she stepped in, Ye Feng would still go on to save Li Mucheng. So, she thought it better to let him get injured first—that way, she’d have a reason to take him away. As for Li Mucheng... who cared about her? In fact, Xie Yuyan could even use this as an opportunity to eliminate her. What was there to lose?
But then something baffling happened. Just as Xie Yuyan was about to step forward to secretly rescue Ye Feng, who was bleeding profusely and on the verge of losing consciousness, she noticed a white pill suddenly materialize in Ye Feng’s palm. This unexpected sight made her immediately retreat.
What... what is this? What on earth is that thing in Ye Feng’s hand? Did it really just appear out of thin air?
Under Xie Yuyan’s watchful gaze, she saw Ye Feng slowly bring the pill to his mouth and swallow it.
What happened next left Xie Yuyan utterly stunned. Ye Feng’s wounds began to heal at an astonishing speed, visible to the naked eye. His eyes, which had been about to close, snapped wide open, and an overwhelming aura emanated from him, pressing down on her so heavily that she could barely breathe.
Watching Ye Feng, who now resembled a super-soldier straight out of a sci-fi movie, Xie Yuyan’s eyes were filled with disbelief. She even began to wonder if she was still dreaming.
What... what is going on? Why has Ye Feng suddenly become so terrifying?
Before Xie Yuyan could make sense of the situation, Ye Feng slowly stood up from the ground. He looked down at his hands, flexing them open and closed, before picking up a military knife and leaving the scene. Each step he took left deep imprints in the ground, as though he were carrying an immense weight...
"Ye Feng really is extraordinary."
Having witnessed something she would never forget, Xie Yuyan recalled her first meeting with Ye Feng and the time she had asked him why he had saved her. His answer had been "fate." Back then, Xie Yuyan hadn’t believed him, but now...
Could it really be fate?
Ye Feng... he wasn’t lying to me after all...
This must be Ye Feng’s secret, right? No wonder his combat skills suddenly seemed to have transformed, and no wonder he had been so awkward when I expressed my feelings for him. It all makes sense now.
A sly smile crept onto Xie Yuyan’s lips, as though she had stumbled upon something incredible. Narrowing her eyes, she began to plot.
Since Ye Feng has this hidden secret, I can use it to get closer to him. When he becomes so dependent on me that he can’t leave me, that’s when I’ll be the ultimate winner.
I can’t afford to mess up this golden opportunity. I need to dig deeper into Ye Feng’s secrets. Good thing I didn’t act rashly before, or I would’ve lost everything.
Ye Feng... I will have you, both your body and your heart. I will make you mine!
When Xie Yuyan first noticed Ye Feng’s strange behavior, her initial reaction wasn’t to distance herself from the unknown danger. Instead, she became deeply intrigued by him. It was as if... no matter what Ye Feng ultimately turned out to be, she wouldn’t mind. Her desire to possess him would never fade.
......
Just as Xie Yuyan was about to continue observing Ye Feng’s direction, a throwing dart shot toward her chest. Reacting swiftly, she drew her military knife and deflected it.
*Clang*
What? Reinforcements? But why did I only notice them now? Wait, this dart is...
"Well, well, isn’t this a stroke of luck? I’ve been searching high and low, and here you are, delivered right to me."
An elderly man in a white lab coat emerged from behind a tree, squinting his eyes. Behind him, several masked black-clad figures glared menacingly at Xie Yuyan.
This is bad!
Xie Yuyan’s heart sank as she tightened her grip on her military knife, her expression cold as she faced the old man.
"Shan Yang, you’ve finally shown yourself. I was just wondering how far these fools would go, but I never expected to run into you, the one I’ve been searching for. Or have you had a change of heart and decided to return to the Dark Palace’s embrace?"
Shan Yang leisurely stroked his beard, while the Dark Palace members surrounding Xie Yuyan closed in. It seemed there was no escape for her today.
"To hell with the organization! I’m no longer one of them."
"Do you really think you can just walk away after joining the Dark Palace? The Palace Master valued you so highly, and yet you betrayed him. You really can’t see the bigger picture, can you? Why can’t you just accept your fate? Rebels like you need to be eliminated."
Shan Yang shook his head with a look of pity, but his eyes turned sharp as they locked onto Xie Yuyan.
"But this isn’t all bad. At least I’ll get to witness the skills of the Dark Palace’s top assassin. So, the honor of killing you will be mine!"
With Shan Yang’s command, the Dark Palace members, including him, launched their attack. Xie Yuyan gritted her teeth and prepared to defend herself.
No... I absolutely cannot die here! A happy life is still waiting for me! I’m not some Dark Palace assassin—I’m just someone saved by destiny.
......
"Found her~"
Bihu and his team followed Li Mucheng’s footprints to a grassy area, where they found her leaning against a large tree, her deep eyes fixed on them. Bihu chuckled.
"Tsk tsk tsk, have you given up already? I was hoping for a better game. What a shame."
"Enough, Bihu. Let’s just take her back quickly. By now, the rubble from the explosion is probably being cleared, and armed helicopters are likely heading this way. We’re running out of time."
The haughty Mei’er scolded Bihu before trying to contact the base’s leader again, but all she heard was static.
"Ugh, why can’t we reach headquarters all of a sudden? Did something happen to the leader and the others?"
"Impossible. With the old man around, nothing could’ve gone wrong. Those weaklings couldn’t even scratch us, let alone pose a threat."
"But I can’t shake this feeling that something’s off, like I’ve overlooked something."
"You’re just tired, Mei’er. Once we’re done with this job, I’ll take you out to kill a few unlucky souls. That’ll cheer you up."
"Shut it! I’m not as twisted as you! Hurry up and bring Miss Li over. We need to leave."

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.”

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.