"Meng Li, how do you feel?"
"Hmm... I'm not sure, but I can try."
"Are you really okay with this?"
"Mm... Little Feng, don't worry."
"Alright then... I'm... letting go now."
After lifting Shen Mengli from the bed, Ye Feng carefully placed her on the floor. Outside, the heavy rain continued to pour, but the two of them paid it no mind.
Once he released his supportive hold on Shen Mengli, Ye Feng kept a close watch on her movements, ready to catch her at the slightest sign of unsteadiness.
"Hmm..."
Shen Mengli held her arms out slightly, as if balancing herself. At first, when Ye Feng let go, her body swayed left and right, but she managed to steady herself before falling.
"Meng Li, you... you're standing!"
Ye Feng looked down at Shen Mengli’s feet firmly planted on the ground, his face lighting up with joy. Ever since he had given her the Bone-Restoring Elixir, he had been eagerly awaiting this miracle. And today... it had finally happened.
"Yes, Little Feng... I’m standing..."
But unlike Ye Feng’s excitement, Shen Mengli’s emotions were more subdued. She knew that the moment she could stand again, she would lose some of Ye Feng’s attentive care. Though reluctant, she understood she couldn’t keep him bound to her forever under the pretense of her condition. Besides, if he noticed something amiss later, explaining then would be too late.
Still, this wasn’t entirely a bad thing. She could clearly sense that Ye Feng’s feelings were gradually tilting in her favor. With a little more time, she was certain she could firmly capture his heart.
With that thought, Shen Mengli steadied herself further, standing firmly as she smiled at Ye Feng.
"Little Feng... I did it! I can stand now!"
"That’s great. Meng Li, do you think you can try walking? Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if anything happens."
"Mm."
Shen Mengli nodded softly, placing one hand in Ye Feng’s palm while lowering her gaze to focus on her bare feet. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her leg and took a step forward...
Tap.
The moment her foot touched the cold floor, a look of delight crossed her face. Ever since regaining sensation in her legs, she had longed to walk. Now that she was actually taking steps, how could she not be overjoyed?
"Little Feng, I can... Ah!"
Just as she was about to excitedly announce her success, her eagerness made her lose balance. With a startled cry, she began toppling backward.
"Careful!"
Ye Feng moved swiftly, wrapping an arm around Shen Mengli’s waist and pulling her firmly against him.
"Phew, are you okay, Meng Li?"
He looked at her with concern, noticing she still seemed shaken from the scare.
"I-I’m fine."
Shen Mengli patted her chest lightly before shaking her head.
"Sorry, Little Feng. I got too excited and took too big a step..."
"As long as you’re unhurt, that’s all that matters. Your recovery is what’s important."
"Yes. Just a little more time, and I’ll be... just like a normal person."
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Shen Mengli smiled softly.
"It’s all thanks to you, Little Feng."
"I made you a promise—I’d never go back on my word."
"Honestly... Little Feng, do you know how easily words like that can make someone’s heart race?"
The sudden shift in Shen Mengli’s tone made Ye Feng stiffen, and he quickly took a few steps back, putting a safe distance between them.
"Giggle~"
Watching him retreat like a startled mouse, Shen Mengli covered her mouth, amused.
"Little Feng, what’s with that reaction? It’s not like I’m going to eat you."
"......"
Ye Feng glanced at her uncertainly, only to realize from her teasing gaze that she had been messing with him.
"You little... you tricked me?"
He marched forward with mock fierceness, glaring at her.
"Don’t say strange things like that anymore, got it? You should know..."
Before he could finish, Shen Mengli suddenly looped her arms around his neck. Just as Ye Feng braced for another prank, soft lips pressed against his.
Mwah~
"Wha—"
Mmm~
Shen Mengli leaned her full weight against him, her intoxicating scent flooding his senses like an addictive drug, stirring his heart.
Chu~
Seemingly well-practiced, Shen Mengli pulled away before Ye Feng could react, slipping out of his grasp and retreating to her bed. She slowly crawled under the covers, leaving Ye Feng standing there, stunned.
"......"
"Meng Li, didn’t I tell you—"
"I don’t care about that. I said I wouldn’t give up. One day, Little Feng, you’ll accept me."
"......"
It was as if Shen Mengli had made up her mind—she was going to cling to Ye Feng no matter what. No matter how he tried to explain, his words always bounced back like a kicked ball.
"Sigh..."
With a deep exhale, Ye Feng ignored the figure hidden under the blankets and headed for the bathroom.
Once the sound of his footsteps faded, Shen Mengli peeked out from under the covers. Confirming he had gone to shower, she quickly rolled herself up like a sushi roll, wriggling around as if to leave her scent all over the blankets.
Sure enough, moments later, she tossed her own blanket onto Ye Feng’s bed and dragged his over to hers.
"Mission accomplished~"
Pulling Ye Feng’s blanket over herself, she snuggled in. The sound of rain outside masked any noise.
"Let my presence linger around Little Feng forever. Once he gets used to it... he’ll find he can’t live without me."
As she murmured this, she touched her fingers to her lips, replaying the memory of their kiss. Blushing, she buried her face and squirmed like a happy little worm.
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.
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?"
