"Tap, tap, tap..."
Ye Feng tiptoed quietly to Shen Mengli's bedside, his heart aching as he watched her furrowed brows—clearly trapped in another nightmare.
"Xiao Feng... no... don't..."
What kind of nightmare was Mengli having? It seemed like she was trying to say something.
Hearing Shen Mengli murmur indistinctly, a puzzled Ye Feng leaned closer, pressing his ear near her lips.
"No... Xiao Feng, don’t leave me..."
This time, Ye Feng finally caught the words whispered in her sleep. Just as he was about to straighten up and wake her, a pair of smooth, delicate hands suddenly reached out from under the blanket and wrapped around his neck.
"Huh?"
Startled, Ye Feng turned to look at Shen Mengli—only to find her eyes wide open, their usual warmth replaced by a deep, unsettling crimson.
"Meng... Mengli! When did you wake up?"
Ye Feng wanted to pull away, but the lifeless void in her gaze pinned him in place. Shen Mengli looked as though she had fallen into an abyss, her eyes devoid of any spark of awareness.
"......"
Shen Mengli merely parted her lips slightly, shaking her head as if lost in a daze.
"Mengli!"
Seeing her like this, even the usually composed Ye Feng panicked. He gripped her shoulders, shaking her urgently, desperate to pull her back to reality.
"......"
But no matter how hard he tried, Shen Mengli remained unresponsive—a hollow shell of herself.
"No... how could this be? She’s never acted like this before! What’s going on?"
Realizing he couldn’t wake her alone, Ye Feng swiftly scooped her up, ready to rush out for help—when Shen Mengli suddenly spoke.
"Mmm... Xiao... Xiao Feng..."
"Mengli!"
Relieved, Ye Feng abandoned his plan and carefully set her down on the wheelchair, kneeling beside her with urgent questions.
"Are you okay? Do you feel unwell? Why didn’t you respond earlier?"
Shen Mengli blinked at the barrage of questions, then softened when she noticed the worry in his voice. A warmth bloomed in her chest as she gently cupped his face.
"Xiao Feng, having you here is so nice~"
"Mengli, this isn’t the time for sentimentality. Answer me properly, okay?"
"Hehe, you’re so concerned about me~"
Shen Mengli’s heart fluttered at his fretful expression, her mind replaying his tender care.
"Mengli!!"
"I... I know, no need to shout~"
She pinched his cheek playfully before smiling.
"I’m fine, really. It was just... a nightmare."
"A nightmare? Impossible!"
Ye Feng didn’t buy it—her earlier state was far too unnatural.
"If you lie to me again, I’ll be angry. I don’t want you hiding things from me."
"Mm..."
Shen Mengli studied his stern face and sighed. She knew he’d only be upset because he cared.
"Fine, I’ll tell you."
"Go ahead. I’m listening."
After a deep breath, Shen Mengli met his gaze with tender resolve.
"It’s because... I love you, Xiao Feng."
"......"
Silence. Undeterred, she pressed on.
"I know you’re aware of my feelings. But I can’t let my selfishness ruin your happiness."
"Mengli..."
"Your kindness pulled me from the darkness. You’re the only light I’ve ever known."
Her voice trembled as she recalled her bleak past before Ye Feng illuminated her world.
"So when I dream of you disappearing... I lose myself. That’s why I seemed so out of it earlier."
Ye Feng stared, stunned. Shen Mengli knew mere words wouldn’t win his heart—she needed a chance to outshine Xie Yuyan.
"I never planned to confess this..."
"Sigh."
Ye Feng exhaled heavily. The unspoken tension between them now lay bare, thickening the air. Shen Mengli bowed her head, awaiting his response.
After what felt like an eternity, Ye Feng finally spoke.
"Mengli... I’m sorry. I understand your feelings, but my heart belongs to someone else. I can’t return your love."
"It’s okay, Xiao Feng. I expected this."
Though she smiled, sorrow flickered across her face. A part of her had hoped—but now she saw that gentle persuasion alone wouldn’t sway him.
"Just visiting me sometimes is enough. That’s why I chose to stay at the orphanage—"
"No!"
Ye Feng cut her off abruptly.
"Today, you’re coming home with me. As your legal guardian, I’m responsible for you. Even if you refuse, I’m taking you back!"
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
