"Whoosh..."
Sitting on the rocky shore, Ye Feng let the sea breeze wash over him. The initial shock from Shen Mengli's sudden advance had gradually subsided, but his heart remained tangled in a mess of emotions—like a tightly knotted ball of yarn, impossible to unravel.
"Mengli... since when?"
Ye Feng gazed at the horizon with a pensive expression, his heart heavy with mixed feelings. From Shen Mengli's earlier actions, he had begun to piece things together.
At first, he had dismissed her affectionate gestures as accidental or just excitement. But as time passed, he couldn't ignore the growing shift in how she treated him.
And then, with that sudden kiss, the fog in Ye Feng's mind finally cleared. The tenderness in Shen Mengli's eyes left no doubt—she had fallen for him.
"One storm barely passes, and another rises..."
A slender figure surfaced in Ye Feng's mind—Xie Yuyan. Her gaze had once held the same warmth. He still didn’t know how to face Xie Yuyan, and now Shen Mengli had added to his dilemma.
How should he define his feelings for Shen Mengli? At first, he could dismiss them as mere friendship. But over time, her gentle nature had seeped into him. Despite her own frail health, she had consistently showered him with kindness—even the words she had spoken earlier on the bench had touched him deeply.
For once, Ye Feng, the one who always extended warmth to others, had felt it returned.
So this is how comforting kindness can be...
But... he could never afford such happiness. If he stumbled in matters of the heart, he knew the consequences would be dire.
He refused to let his burdens harm those who cared for him. That was why he often played the fool around them.
"I know it's impossible, but... I don’t want this either. I just want... a life of my own."
"Why... why must you torment me like this, System? I’ve followed your tasks step by step, yet the cycle never ends. Even urgent missions force me to risk my life... What’s the point of all these so-called items? Substitute Dolls, Master Keys, even that Fake Death Pill! What use are they to me? Am I really being hunted down or something?"
At this point, the frustration Ye Feng had bottled up finally erupted. He stood and roared at the sea.
"What’s wrong with wanting a peaceful life? Kidnappings, systems—if you want to torture me, just erase me already! Progress bars, indexes... you never explain how to complete them or what they even mean. What kind of scam system are you?"
After his outburst, Ye Feng gradually calmed down, his heaving chest settling as his breathing steadied.
"Hah... shouting at the sea really does help vent emotions. I feel much better now."
His anger had come and gone quickly, and with rationality restored, everything seemed normal again. But now, he had one more problem to consider—how to handle Shen Mengli from now on.
"Xiao Feng? You're back."
Seeing Ye Feng approach from a distance, Shen Mengli offered a soft smile and opened her arms, expecting an embrace. But his expressionless face made her smile stiffen.
When Ye Feng stopped before her with heavy steps, she sensed something was wrong. Her voice lost its usual cheerfulness.
"X-Xiao Feng? You..."
"I’m sorry, Mengli."
Ye Feng cut her off, then spoke solemnly.
"Let’s not have any more... intimate contact like before, okay? I... I’m not comfortable with it."
"Huh? Wh-why... Xiao Feng, what’s wrong? Why are you suddenly saying this? Did you hear something? Is there a misunderstanding? Please, tell me."
Her voice trembled as she clutched his sleeve tightly, refusing to let go.
"Mengli? Wait a second—"
"No, it has to be a mistake. Xiao Feng, don’t listen to them. They’re lying to you—don’t... don’t believe them!"
Shen Mengli shook her head frantically, as if struck by some unseen shock. No matter what Ye Feng said, she didn’t respond.
"Mengli..."
"Xiao Feng, believe me... please believe me. I’m the only one who truly cares about you... the only one who loves you. Don’t... don’t do this, okay?"
"Your emotions are unstable right now. Let’s go back to the room and talk, alright?"
This was the first time Ye Feng had seen Shen Mengli so distraught. His words seemed to have carved a deep wound into her heart.
"No no no no..."
She kept muttering under her breath, her gaze growing vacant. It was clear his rejection had triggered something in her.
"Mengli!"
Watching the light fade from her eyes, Ye Feng panicked. His words had affected her far more than he’d anticipated. No matter how many times he called her name, she didn’t respond. For a moment, he was at a loss.
Originally, he had only meant to discuss toning down their physical closeness. But before he could even negotiate, Shen Mengli had spiraled into this strange state—like an angel slowly falling from grace.
Realizing this approach wasn’t working, Ye Feng gave up. He shook her shoulders gently.
"Mengli? Maybe I didn’t phrase things well earlier. Let’s talk this over again, okay?"
"......"
Only silence answered him. Shen Mengli’s eyes darkened further, returning to their former emptiness. Her lips parted slightly, whispering something inaudible.
Now, Ye Feng was truly alarmed. He hadn’t expected her reaction to be so extreme. Did he really mean that much to her? Was this a good thing... or a bad one?
In the end, with no other choice, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as her eyes deepened into a crimson hue. Leaning in, he whispered by her ear:
"Please, Mengli... let’s talk."
"Talk..."

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!