The night deepened, and the moonlight, like a mist woven from silver gauze, cast a beautiful silhouette over the scenery outside the window—neon lights glowing under the moon, marking the start of someone else’s day.
Ye Shuang sat on the sofa, his gaze lingering on the long-haired girl standing by the balcony. The night breeze brushed through her hair as she stood quietly by the window, looking up at the crescent moon.
Ye Shuang didn’t know what Bai Yuyou was thinking, nor could he tell whether she was gazing at the moon or at a version of herself from the past. Perhaps on countless nights like this, she had watched the moon wax and wane just the same.
The girl slowly turned her head. Bathed in the moonlight, she suddenly asked, "What’s on the moon?"
"Nothing."
"Can we go there?"
"Not yet… Why do you ask?" Ye Shuang couldn’t follow her train of thought.
"Someone said that when people die, they go to the moon. Will we go there too?"
Ye Shuang paused, then smiled. "There’s no such saying, but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible."
"If I die, will I still see you?" Bai Yuyou asked.
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Death is like a drop of water returning to the ocean. When the time is right, we’ll meet again." Ye Shuang didn’t understand why Bai Yuyou was bringing this up, but he glanced at the time.
"It’s time to sleep. Don’t you have school tomorrow?"
"Mm." Bai Yuyou went back to her room, only to return moments later, clutching her pillow and staring at him with pleading eyes.
To Ye Shuang, she looked like a helpless little animal begging to be taken in. He sighed. "You’ll catch a cold."
Bai Yuyou whispered, "This morning, you said we could sleep together."
"Men and women shouldn’t be that close unless they’re a couple or married." He decided to educate her.
"A couple…?"
"Right."
"Are we a couple?" Bai Yuyou asked.
"No." Ye Shuang answered immediately.
"Then are we married?"
"That’s even more impossible!"
"But you said we could sleep together this morning. Doesn’t that mean we’re a couple or married?" Bai Yuyou tilted her head, clearly confused.
Ye Shuang was speechless. Her words short-circuited his brain.
"Sleep here. No more sleeping on the floor." He pointed to the empty space on his bamboo mat, deciding to drop the subject.
Bai Yuyou lay down but kept her eyes fixed on him.
"What’s wrong?"
"Are we married?"
"Sleep."
"Oh…"
After turning off the lights, Ye Shuang tucked her in. She didn’t get too close, but she reached out to grip his sleeve and rested her forehead against his shoulder.
Despite having a bed, the two of them slept on the floor. The faint floral scent drifting from her made Ye Shuang reflect on everything that had happened recently.
His thoughts eventually settled on the girl beside him. From the fragments of her words, he knew Bai Yuyou had suffered bullying at school, and passive avoidance hadn’t helped at all.
Bai Yuyou attended Yinshan Academy, a seven-year institution. Now in her third year, she still had four more years until graduation.
If she didn’t learn to stand up for herself, the years ahead would only get harder.
"Students have their own struggles… In some ways, they’re no easier than an adult’s. Every stage of life has its challenges," Ye Shuang murmured.
Enough overthinking.
Just as he closed his eyes to sleep—
Click. Click. Click.
A faint, abrupt sound came from the door handle.
Ye Shuang’s eyes snapped open!
Remembering the previous incident where the lock had been tampered with, he grabbed his phone and strode toward the door.
The handle jiggled. Ye Shuang turned on his camera, then yanked the door open!
A masked man stood outside. When the door suddenly opened, he froze upon seeing Ye Shuang instead of the girl he expected. He shoved the door, trying to slam it shut!
But he underestimated Ye Shuang’s strength. When the door wouldn’t budge, he bolted for the stairs!
"Trying to run?!"
Ye Shuang moved faster, snatching the man’s collar and slamming him to the ground with a loud thud and a pained scream!
"Thief!" Ye Shuang pinned him down and shouted.
The thin walls of the old apartment complex carried his voice far, and since it was barely past midnight, neighbors on the same floor quickly peeked out. Seeing Ye Shuang restraining the man, they rushed to help.
"Let me go!!" The man panicked as more people emerged, but Ye Shuang’s grip was unshakable.
"Let me go, damn you!"
A few neighbors stepped in, using charging cables to bind his hands and feet.
Ye Shuang noticed a tool bag and rummaged through it, finding rope, a camera, a wrench, and other disturbing items.
His expression darkened. He slapped the man hard across the face.
"Breaking in to assault someone, huh?"
"You’ve got a death wish!"
Ye Shuang shuddered at the thought of what could’ve happened if Bai Yuyou had been home alone—how she might never have understood why she was always tormented.
Two more slaps left the man’s ears ringing. The neighbors, seeing the tools, grew furious.
As long-time residents, they recognized the quiet, pretty girl who lived alone. Though they’d never spoken, the situation was clear.
Ye Shuang yanked off the man’s mask, revealing a face no older than seventeen or eighteen.
"Isn’t that the kid from 703?" a neighbor recognized him.
"No! I don’t live here!" the boy screamed.
Ye Shuang slapped him again. "Shut your mouth, you piece of trash."
He stood and dialed the police.
Just then, footsteps pounded down the stairs. A middle-aged woman pushed through the crowd, shouting,
"That’s my son! You’ve got the wrong person!"
"He’s a good boy, gets top grades! He’s not a criminal!"
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
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?!
