Ten minutes later.
Staring at the woman asleep on his living room sofa, Xu Mo felt like he had never been so utterly speechless in his life.
To trace the reason for this,
we have to go back ten minutes earlier.
The woman emerged from the kitchen, letting out a satisfied burp, clearly content.
She then walked into the living room,
sat down right in front of Xu Mo with a smile,
and complimented his cooking skills.
At first, Xu Mo thought she just needed a short rest
and would leave on her own afterward.
But by this point,
he realized he had overestimated her.
In the brief time he stepped back into the kitchen to clean up,
she had somehow dozed off on his sofa without a care in the world,
her face the picture of bliss.
Xu Mo’s lips twitched. He called her name twice, to no avail.
Then came a series of sharp slaps—
leaving her cheeks even redder,
yet still failing to wake her.
In the end, Xu Mo gave up.
"Fine, might as well see this through..."
He sighed. He hadn’t held back with those slaps—
it was all in the name of waking her up.
But... it was useless.
It was baffling how someone could sleep like a log.
What was her secret?
Xu Mo walked over, took the Hermès bag hanging from her shoulder, and rummaged through it until he found a set of keys.
"Lucky for you, you ran into me..."
With that muttered remark,
he left the apartment
and headed next door to Unit 1507.
One by one, he tried the keys.
Before long,
click—
he had gone through every single one.
Xu Mo’s expression darkened.
Not a single key worked.
He tried again, just to be sure.
The door didn’t budge.
Frowning, Xu Mo returned to his own apartment with the keys.
Why couldn’t they open the door?
The answer was simple:
Either this drunk woman didn’t actually live in Unit 1507,
or she had brought the wrong keys.
Xu Mo was leaning toward the latter.
A drunk person’s words were usually honest.
As for why the keys didn’t work,
there was no other explanation
besides her having grabbed the wrong set.
Back in the living room,
he looked at the woman on the sofa, now lightly snoring.
Xu Mo couldn’t help but mutter, "You’ve got nerves of steel."
Then he tossed the keys onto the coffee table.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to put them back,
but how would he explain it tomorrow?
"I went through your things just to find your keys."
Technically, there was nothing wrong with that.
But Xu Mo didn’t have the best impression of this woman,
so he left it at that.
After all this hassle,
his appetite for a late-night snack was gone.
He grabbed his clothes, took a shower,
and then retreated to his bedroom.
After a brief hesitation,
he decided to reapply his plain, unremarkable disguise.
In moments, he looked like an utterly average man again,
his presence muted.
If not for the striking definition of his shark-like abs,
no one would believe this was the same Xu Mo.
Putting away his things,
he lay down in bed.
The night passed without incident.
At the crack of dawn,
Xu Mo opened his eyes and sighed. "Couldn’t you have knocked first?"
Beside his bed,
a slender figure stood, watching him with an unreadable gaze.
Her red lips parted as she spoke coldly, "Who are you? What did you do to me last night?"
"I’m the new tenant in Unit 1506. You got drunk yesterday, mistook this place for your own, and helped yourself to my late-night snack," Xu Mo replied flatly, his lips quirking slightly.
Li Yuebai frowned, trying to recall the events—especially the unforgettable taste of the soup noodles.
That did seem to be the case.
Plus, when she woke up,
her clothes were neat and odor-free,
and nothing was missing.
If anything, she was the one at fault.
Realizing this,
she offered an apologetic smile and muttered an awkward "sorry."
Then she studied Xu Mo again, puzzled.
She wasn’t some unparalleled beauty, but she was undeniably attractive.
Men tripped over themselves to get close to her.
Yet this ordinary-looking man remained completely unfazed,
even when she had slipped into his room unnoticed.
His composure wasn’t something an average person could muster.
Still, strange as it was,
Xu Mo was already shooing her away. "If there’s nothing else, you can leave. I’d like to go back to sleep."
"Ahem... right. Sorry for the trouble." Li Yuebai watched his expression, confirming he wasn’t playing hard-to-get, before adding as she turned to leave, "My name is Li Yuebai."
Just as she was about to step out,
Xu Mo suddenly asked,
"You didn’t break my door, did you? I’m pretty sure I locked it last night."
"Nope."
With that curt reply,
Li Yuebai bolted like a startled rabbit.
Xu Mo rubbed his temples. Ten to one, she had broken it.
Thud. Only when he heard the faint sound of her door closing did he get up.
He checked his own door.
"Huh... she really didn’t break it. Li Yuebai’s got skills."
After a brief moment of curiosity,
he shrugged it off
and went back to sleep.
Meanwhile,
Li Yuebai, having fled Xu Mo’s apartment, was flushed with embarrassment,
like a child caught misbehaving by a stern parent.
She hurried back to Unit 1507 in her high heels,
fumbling for her keys.
If Xu Mo wasn’t going to demand compensation,
all the better.
But part of her almost wished he would ask for something—
that way, they’d be even.
Li Yuebai hated owing favors.
"I’ll buy something after work and thank him properly," she decided.
At the same time, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Xu Mo wasn’t as decent as he seemed.
If he were a good guy,
why hadn’t he just taken her back to her own apartment last night?
They were neighbors, after all.
It would’ve been effortless.
Plus, he could’ve taken the chance to cop a feel.
What man would pass that up?
Hmph. All men are the same.
Pigs.
Fake saints!
But as she struggled with the lock,
Li Yuebai suddenly realized something was off.
And in an instant, her earlier thoughts came back to slap her in the face.
Xu Mo wasn’t a fake saint.
The problem was...
She had brought the wrong keys!!!
"Ugh!!!"
Thankfully, it was still early,
and no one was around to see her face turn beet red.
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【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

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.”

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?"

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?!