Chapter Excerpt
“So, can we just move past today? Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, Mengli. You only need to live for yourself.”
“Xiao Feng... you’re so kind...”
Shen Mengli nodded softly, as if agreeing with Ye Feng’s words.
“Alright, since you’re fine now, I can relax. But next time, please keep your phone ringer on, okay? Otherwise, I’ll really worry about you.”
“Mm, I understand.”
“Well then, I should start preparing dinner. Mengli, is there anything you’d like to eat?”
Ye Feng rolled up his sleeves and stood from the couch, heading toward the kitchen. But when Shen Mengli didn’t respond for a long while, he turned back, puzzled.
“Mengli?”
“Ah!”
Shen Mengli lifted her head, flustered, and waved her hands.
“I... I’m fine with anything. Just whatever’s easy.”
“Oh... alright then. Next time, let me know if you have a craving, okay?”
“Mm.”
As Ye Feng’s figure disappeared into the kitchen, Shen Mengli raised a hand to lightly touch her lips, as if savoring some lingering taste.
What I wanted to taste... I’ve already had. Anything else doesn’t matter now.
......
Thud.
“I’m home.”
Su Wanli, returning from work, kicked off his boots and loosened his tie, exhaustion weighing heavily on him.
“Father!”
The moment he switched to slippers, a sweet, cooing voice echoed from the staircase—instantly rejuvenating him.
“Ah, my daughter truly knows how to warm her old man’s heart. Such a sweet little cotton-padded jacket.”
The sound of hurried footsteps confirmed his hopes. Su Yuxin rushed down, her face eager as she skidded to a stop in front of him.
“Oh, careful, my dear! I know you’re excited to help your tired father, but don’t hurt yourself.”
Su Wanli grinned, extending his briefcase toward her.
“Fa... Father!”
But Su Yuxin ignored the briefcase, clasping her hands together earnestly.
“Tomorrow... can I go out and have fun for the day?”
“Hm? Fun? But Yuxin, you’ve always been so eager for your classes. Why the sudden change?”
Su Wanli was puzzled, though secretly pleased. At least his daughter wasn’t obsessing over that person—Ye Feng—for once.
“Aiya, Father, don’t ask so much! Just say yes or no!”
“Yes, of course! But it’s dangerous to go alone. Why don’t I take the day off too? Your mother and I can—”
Before he could finish, Su Yuxin bounced excitedly.
“Yay! Thank you, Father! But I won’t be alone—I’m going with Brother Ye Feng! So you don’t need to worry about me. It’s settled then! I’ll go pick out an outfit~”
With that, she scampered back upstairs, leaving Su Wanli frozen in the doorway, briefcase still outstretched.
He stood there, staring blankly at the empty staircase, as though he’d aged a decade in seconds.
“A... a nightmare. This must be a nightmare...”
......
“Xiao Feng... you’re really not mad at me?”
After dinner, Shen Mengli pouted at Ye Feng, who sat on the opposite end of the couch.
“Huh? Why would I be mad? Mengli, are you overthinking again?”
“Then why are you sitting so far away? You’re obviously keeping your distance on purpose.”
“That’s not it at all! I just don’t want another accident like today.”
“But this just means you don’t trust me...”
“Sigh... fine, fine, I’ll move closer.”
Ye Feng relented, shifting over. Immediately, Shen Mengli inched toward him, her movements slow but deliberate.
“Xiao Feng, I noticed you were on your phone earlier. Was something interesting happening?”
“Oh, that?”
Ye Feng saw no reason to hide it.
“I promised one of my students I’d take her out tomorrow. I was just checking for places we could go.”
“......”
Shen Mengli’s grip tightened slightly. Her imperfect body could never offer the same experiences as a healthy girl’s. The mental image of some unfamiliar girl clinging to Ye Feng’s arm twisted like a knife in her heart.
But Ye Feng, ever considerate, quickly added:
“Mengli, don’t worry. Once I have time, I’ll take you out too. Don’t let others’ opinions define you. You’re you—you don’t need to live by their standards.”
His reassurance soothed her unease, if only a little. Yet the fear remained. Ye Feng might stay by her side at home, but in the outside world? She could never truly keep him. And if someone else seized the chance to steal him away... how could she stop them?
“Mm, I’ll remember your words. Then... could you take me to the institute tomorrow? I’ll wait for you there.”
“Are you... sure?”
“It’s fine. But since you’re spending so much time with your student... could you spare a little more for me afterward?”
“Of course. The moment I’m done, I’ll come straight to you.”
Ye Feng’s tone was firm.
“Mm. Then I’ll rest easy.”
......
Somewhere on a remote island...
“Worthless... every last one of you!”
A lavishly dressed woman, her makeup flawless, hurled a wineglass to the floor. The men kneeling around her didn’t dare breathe too loudly.
“Weeks! And you can’t even capture one person?! Worse—your own base gets raided! The so-called ‘elites’ of this organization can’t even handle a single rogue tool?!”
The silence deepened. No one wanted to provoke the Mistress’s wrath.
“Speak! Have you all lost your tongues?! That trained mutt is rebelling—trying to kill its master! And you just cower here?!”
Heh... hehehehe...
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lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
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?"
