"Cold? How could it be cold? There's no draft or anything in this room."
"I don’t know either. Maybe it’s a side effect of the medicine you mentioned earlier, Xiao Feng."
"Well... that’s not impossible..."
Under Shen Mengli’s deliberate guidance, Ye Feng attributed everything to the side effects of the medicine.
"Then should I carry you back to bed, Mengli? We can resume the exercises another day."
"Absolutely not!"
Shen Mengli immediately rejected Ye Feng’s suggestion. She wasn’t about to give up so easily.
"Today is the first time my legs have regained sensation, and I can even stand with your help, Xiao Feng. I can’t afford to slack off just because of one day’s laziness."
With a determined look in her eyes, Shen Mengli glared at Ye Feng, as if making up her mind.
"Are you really sure about this...?"
"Yes."
Without giving Ye Feng a chance to argue, Shen Mengli pressed herself tightly against him again.
Listening to the rapid thumping of Ye Feng’s heartbeat, Shen Mengli closed her eyes, savoring the moment.
Hugging Xiao Feng from the front feels so comforting. I wish I could hold him like this forever and never let go.
"Mengli, aren’t you hugging me a bit too tightly?"
While supporting Shen Mengli, Ye Feng noticed how forcefully she was clinging to him, their bodies almost melding together.
"You don’t need to be this close. I can just hold your shoulders to help you."
"Shh~ This is treatment time. If you interrupt, Xiao Feng, the session will have to be extended. Just let me stay like this quietly for five more minutes."
"Alright then."
Thinking of Shen Mengli’s condition, Ye Feng chose to remain silent, letting her embrace him while he distractedly looked elsewhere.
As time passed, their allotted session was nearly over. Just as Ye Feng was about to remind Shen Mengli, she loosened her grip first, clutching his arm to steady herself before smiling up at him.
"Time’s almost up. Let’s go back inside, Xiao Feng."
"Ah... sure..."
Snapping out of his thoughts, Ye Feng carried Shen Mengli back to bed as usual, then excused himself to take a shower after giving her a few reminders.
"Huff..."
Curled up in the warm blankets, Shen Mengli wiggled her toes slightly. Though she could only make faint movements now, the thought of eventually standing on her own like a normal person filled her with excitement.
Just the prospect of being healthy again gave her confidence. After all, she wasn’t the only one close to Ye Feng. If she remained frail as before, she wouldn’t stand a chance. But now... she at least had the strength to compete.
Deep down, Shen Mengli was convinced she would be the one by Ye Feng’s side. If their relationship continued to grow this intimate, he would eventually find it impossible to leave her.
"Xiao Feng..."
......
"Hmm..."
Xie Yuyan slowly opened her eyes, the pungent smell of gunpowder still lingering in her nose. After treatment, however, her condition had improved significantly. With the last obstacle in her path now completely eradicated, a cold yet satisfied smile graced her beautiful face.
"Ye Feng... Finally, it’s all over. Now I can return to you. No one will ever disturb our lives again. I wonder how you’ve been—whether you’ve been eating well in my absence, whether those little vixens have been scheming behind my back..."
Now that the threat was gone, Xie Yuyan could finally focus on Ye Feng’s situation. The thought of those shameless women taking advantage of her absence made her blood boil. Gritting her teeth, she strode out of the room.
Before reuniting with Ye Feng, there was one more thing she had to do.
[Ding. Verifying member identity.]
Following her memory, Xie Yuyan arrived at a secured door with a biometric scanner. In her hand was a ring she had retrieved from a severed finger buried beneath the rubble.
As she pressed the ring against the scanner, a mechanical voice chimed.
[Identity confirmed. Opening door.]
"Boom."
The heavy iron door slid open, revealing a long corridor. Unfazed, Xie Yuyan stepped inside without hesitation.
"This is the place."
Her eyes narrowed as she took in the sight before her—a lavish private residence resembling a palace.
"All the treasures and wealth that woman hoarded must be here."
Inside, the shelves and cabinets were lined with luxurious items and exquisite decorations, filling the entire space. Even the door handles were gold-plated.
"If possible, I’d take everything back for Ye Feng... I don’t know how much a house costs, but these should be enough, right?"
Xie Yuyan had no idea that even a single item here could buy an entire apartment. The only prices she vaguely understood were the grocery prices Ye Feng had once mentioned.
"Hmm... This should buy plenty of meat and vegetables. Ye Feng always saves the best portions for me. What a fool..."
The mere mention of Ye Feng made her lips curl into a smile. It seemed he was the only topic that could ever soften her expression.
"But how do I carry all this?"
Closing her eyes, she pondered for a moment but came up empty-handed. Just as she was about to give up, she noticed a faint gap behind a wall painting.
"Oh?"
Curious, she removed the painting, revealing a hidden safe with a slot perfectly sized for the ring in her hand.
"Click."
The safe unlocked as she inserted the ring. Inside lay a gleaming gold card.
"This is..."
Having seen similar cards during past missions, Xie Yuyan recognized it—a globally recognized spending card, exclusive to those with power and influence, its funds entirely legitimate.
"Guess this is the only thing worth taking. The rest are either untraceable or too bulky."
Biting her lip in frustration, she sighed.
"What a waste. All this could’ve bought Ye Feng so much beef/%#@..."
"Sigh... it's better to just destroy all of it... if someone with ulterior motives gets their hands on it, the consequences wouldn't be worth the risk."

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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?"

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.”