"Ahem... I didn’t hear anything..."
Ye Feng coughed awkwardly, not expecting Shen Mengli to suddenly make such a sound.
"Ye Feng, don’t you dare laugh!"
Shen Mengli pouted and shot him a glare before closing her eyes, savoring the soothing warmth flowing through her.
Seeing her seemingly meditative state, Ye Feng stopped his teasing and fell silent. He held her quietly in his arms, his heart already settled on one thing—no matter what happened to Shen Mengli, he would never abandon her.
As time passed, the warmth inside Shen Mengli grew stronger, but in an instant, a sharp pain surged through her entire body.
"Ah—!"
She had tried to endure it silently, not wanting to alarm Ye Feng, but her delicate frame couldn’t withstand such agony, and she ended up crying out.
"Mengli?!"
Ye Feng, who had been patiently waiting for her recovery, stiffened at her sudden gasp. He looked down at her, his brows furrowing with concern.
"Are you in pain somewhere?"
"Mmm... It feels like my meridians and bones are being torn apart and then pieced back together..."
Clenching her teeth, Shen Mengli struggled to explain, her face contorted in suffering.
"Bones being dismantled and reassembled... Could this be the medicine taking effect?"
Ye Feng muttered to himself, piecing together the clues—the initial warmth and now this restructuring sensation. It all pointed to some unseen force improving her constitution. Yet, seeing her in such torment was unbearable. Every whimper from her struck him like a heavy blow.
"Ye Feng... am I... going to die?"
Trembling, Shen Mengli forced out the words. To her, this felt like the torturous throes before death—agonizing and endless.
"I don’t... don’t want to leave you like this..."
"Don’t say that, Mengli. From what I can tell, you’re being reborn."
"Huh... wh-what? Reborn?"
"Yes."
Ye Feng nodded firmly, tightening his embrace in an attempt to ease her pain.
"Listen to me. That initial warmth—wasn’t it like it was cleansing the impurities inside you? After all, years of accumulated toxins would need to be purged before any real healing could begin."
"Y-yes... that makes sense..."
"Then think about it. The pain you described just now—your meridians and bones aching—that means it’s reshaping you for the better."
"So... you’re saying I won’t have to leave you?"
"Silly girl, why are you still worrying about that?"
Ye Feng reached out and ruffled her hair gently before speaking earnestly.
"Don’t be afraid, Mengli. You’ll be fine. Trust me, okay?"
"Mmm. I’ve always trusted you."
Encouraged by his words, Shen Mengli felt the pain lessen slightly. Summoning the last of her strength, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer before he could react.
"Eh— Meng—!"
Ye Feng initially thought she was in discomfort again, but before he could finish, her soft lips pressed against his.
"Mmph...!"
His eyes widened in shock as her sudden kiss sent his heart racing like a startled deer.
Her lips were sweet, like ripe cherries—fresh and intoxicating. Ye Feng’s mind went blank, utterly spellbound.
"Hah... hah..."
Only when Shen Mengli’s heated breath brushed his face did he snap back to reality.
"Ah—!"
Seizing a moment of clarity, Ye Feng quickly pulled away, staring at her in bewilderment.
"Mengli, what was that?"
"Pant... pant..."
Shen Mengli wasn’t faring much better. In a daze, she had acted on impulse, and only after parting did she realize she’d forgotten to breathe.
"Ye... Ye Feng..."
Gasping softly, she gazed at him with tender affection. Her silver hair clung to her skin with a light sheen of sweat, making her look like a budding gardenia.
"I don’t know what’s going to happen to me... I just didn’t want to have any regrets. And... I think this made the pain a little better."
"R-really?"
Faced with her vulnerable expression, Ye Feng was at a loss. His arms had grown stiff from holding her for so long, and to prevent another surprise attack, he scooped her up and carried her toward the bedroom.
Meanwhile, Shen Mengli remained in a daze, replaying the kiss in her mind over and over.
Ye Feng... I love you... love you...
In no time, Ye Feng laid her gently on the bed, exhaling in quiet relief.
Shen Mengli’s mix of innocence and allure had nearly shattered his composure. To him, she was the only one who could rattle his heart like this.
"Nn..."
Lying on the bed, Shen Mengli continued to endure the pain, murmuring Ye Feng’s name weakly.
In response, Ye Feng placed his hand over hers.
The moment their fingers touched, Shen Mengli clung to him like a lifeline, their hands intertwined as they waited silently for the final outcome.
......
Time ticked by, and Shen Mengli’s pain gradually subsided. Yet her energy had visibly drained—even her grip on Ye Feng’s hand had weakened.
"Ye Feng..."
After what felt like an eternity, her voice finally broke the silence.
"I’m here."
Ye Feng squeezed her hand tightly. Shen Mengli, sensing his presence, weakly opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was Ye Feng’s disheveled hair and the exhaustion etched on his face. It was clear he hadn’t let his guard down for a single moment.
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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
