"How are you feeling now?"
Shen Mengli held onto Ye Feng's shoulder as they walked slowly together, her steps now far steadier than before.
"I'm much better than before, all thanks to you, Feng."
Shen Mengli leaned against Ye Feng's shoulder, her voice sweet and soft. Her deep crimson eyes seemed to want to pull him in entirely.
"I'm glad you're recovering bit by bit. I’m really looking forward to the day you fully recover."
Seeing Shen Mengli become stronger and more talkative, Ye Feng felt genuine relief. To him, she was like a beloved younger sister, and as her "older brother," he would do everything in his power to fill her life with hope.
"I’m also looking forward to the day we go to the seaside together. I believe it’ll be the most beautiful moment of my life."
"Yeah."
Ye Feng smiled warmly. Shen Mengli was no longer the lifeless person she had been at first—perhaps this was her true self all along.
Seeing her so full of anticipation, a thought flickered in Ye Feng’s mind, but he quickly pushed it away.
"Mengli, it’s about time. Didn’t you say you wanted to take a bath today? Should we go now?"
"Sure. Could you help me set up the shower chair?"
"Of course, no problem."
Ye Feng readily agreed and was about to head to the bathroom when Shen Mengli suddenly tugged at his sleeve.
"Wait, Feng... today, could you also dry my hair for me?"
"Sure thing. Didn’t I tell you before? You can ask me for these small favors anytime."
"Mhm."
Hearing his words, Shen Mengli’s heart swelled with happiness. She already knew he’d agree, but she just wanted to hear him say it out loud.
After preparing everything for Shen Mengli, Ye Feng quietly stepped out onto the balcony and opened his phone.
"If I remember right, I can book travel tickets online now, right? Since Mengli mentioned it, maybe I should surprise her with a trip in the next few days?"
Originally, Ye Feng had planned to continue Shen Mengli’s rehabilitation training. But after learning about her wish today, he resolved to personally take her to see the ocean—unaware that this decision would unknowingly steer both him and Shen Mengli away from an impending crisis...
After successfully purchasing two tickets for a seaside trip, Ye Feng turned to head back inside. By now, Shen Mengli should be finishing her bath. Suddenly, his phone rang. When he checked the caller ID and saw "Su Yuxin," he was slightly surprised.
"Why is Yuxin calling me now? Unless..."
Remembering that Li Mucheng had discovered he was tutoring Su Yuxin, Ye Feng had a rough idea of what this was about. He pressed the answer button and waited for her voice.
"Hello? Yuxin?"
"Ye... Ye Feng... it’s me..."
Su Yuxin’s voice on the other end was choked with tears, as if she had just been crying.
"Yuxin? Are you crying?"
"N-no... I just... I just... sniff..."
Hearing her break down, Ye Feng grew concerned and quickly asked, "Yuxin, don’t cry. I’m here. Is this about the tutoring?"
"H-how did you know?"
"Sigh... I figured."
Hearing her tone, Ye Feng sighed deeply. He didn’t need to guess—Li Mucheng had probably confronted Su Yuxin about it.
"Yuxin, did Mucheng say anything harsh?"
"Ye Feng, what do you mean? Are you defending Li Mucheng now?"
At his words, Su Yuxin’s fragile tone suddenly sharpened, the shift happening in an instant.
"That’s not what I meant. I just know Mucheng sometimes struggles to control her emotions, so I was worried she might have upset you."
"Ye... Ye Feng, are you worried about me?"
Su Yuxin’s voice softened again, sounding like a wronged victim.
"Of course I’m worried about you. Mucheng found out about the tutoring two days ago, and she’s been unstable since. Honestly, this is my fault..."
"No, it’s not your fault! It’s mine. If I hadn’t insisted on having you as my tutor, you wouldn’t be in this mess."
"Don’t blame yourself, Yuxin. I chose to tutor you willingly. But since I broke my promise, the one who owes an apology is me."
"Ye Feng..."
Hearing him shoulder all the blame, Su Yuxin’s lips trembled with heartache. If not for the distance, she would have hugged him tight and poured out her feelings—but for now, all she had was this phone call.
Ugh, if only there was a camera watching Ye Feng all the time...
Wait! Dad’s people have those surveillance devices, right? Maybe I should ask them to set one up soon.
Lost in thought, Su Yuxin suddenly heard Ye Feng’s puzzled voice.
"Huh?"
"What’s wrong, Ye Feng? Are you in trouble?"
When he didn’t respond immediately, Su Yuxin panicked, imagining Li Mucheng barging into Ye Feng’s home and taking him away. Given Li Mucheng’s erratic behavior, nothing was off the table.
"Ah, no... nothing. A strong wind almost blew my phone out of my hand just now. I’m still here—you can keep talking."
Feeling warmth press against his back, Ye Feng turned to see Shen Mengli hugging him from behind, pushing a small cart. He gestured to his phone, and she nodded vaguely before clinging to him even tighter.
"......"
"Oh... I thought something happened. Never mind. Let’s talk about Li Mucheng during our next tutoring session. That’s all for today."
"Yuxin, wait—about the tutoring—"
Before Ye Feng could explain that he planned to bring Li Mucheng to her house on Thursday, Su Yuxin had already hung up. When he tried calling back, the line was busy.
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?"
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?!
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?"
