"Click."
With the sound of a hidden door opening, a petite shadow flicked on the lights in the pitch-black room.
"You're famous now. The whole city is looking for you."
As the lights illuminated the room, Su Yuxin shifted her gaze to the woman by the window, clad in a tight-fitting outfit.
"It seems Li Mucheng has been waiting for this opportunity. Clearly, she succeeded."
Xie Yuyan withdrew her attention from the night sky and spoke in a self-deprecating tone.
"Hmph, just as you said. Li Mucheng never gave up on getting Ye Feng. From what I’ve learned, after she took him away, not only did she increase security around the manor, but she’s also locked down all information. There’s no way to find out what’s happening inside now."
"It’s only natural for her to do this. On one hand, she’s guarding against me taking advantage of the situation. On the other, she wants to keep Ye Feng tied to her side through soft imprisonment. After all, she’s done this before, hasn’t she?"
Xie Yuyan narrowed her eyes. Despite being wanted, she showed no fear—only hesitation and regret.
"Li Mucheng... Why does she haunt us like a ghost? And Ye Feng, why does he keep believing her lies? Hasn’t he realized the truth yet?"
Su Yuxin clenched her fists, trembling with anger. Already upset about her ruined plans to visit the amusement park with Ye Feng next week, Li Mucheng’s provocation pushed her fury to its limit.
"There’s no need to be so angry."
Xie Yuyan remained calm, as if unaffected.
"Li Mucheng can only protect Ye Feng temporarily. Once the sea calms, the fishermen will return."
"What do you mean?"
Su Yuxin frowned, confused. Though she grasped the metaphor, she doubted Ye Feng would simply reappear—especially with Li Mucheng by his side.
"Still don’t understand? You spoiled young ladies really are slow, aren’t you?"
"Xie Yuyan, what did you just say?!"
Su Yuxin bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, stomping her foot in outrage.
"Don’t forget I could have you arrested right now!"
"Heh..."
Xie Yuyan smirked dismissively but quickly changed the subject, knowing she still needed Su Yuxin’s help.
"Go ahead, have me arrested. But that won’t change the fact that Ye Feng is with Li Mucheng."
"Damn it..."
Su Yuxin seethed at the implied threat, finally turning away with a huff.
"Wait!"
Xie Yuyan called out just as Su Yuxin reached the door.
"I’ll arrange for food and supplies. Stay low for now. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."
"That’s not what I wanted to say."
"Then what?"
"I’m just letting you know—the plan will be executed next week."
"Wh-what plan?"
"The one that ensures Ye Feng will never escape again~"
......
"Cough... cough..."
A faint cough echoed from a small wooden cabin nestled by the forest. Had Ye Feng been there, he would have recognized the voice instantly—it was Shen Mengli, who had vanished without a trace.
Shen Mengli took a sip of warm water from the table, soothing her throat. As she glanced around the cozy, well-equipped cabin, a hopeful smile touched her lips.
She had discovered the cabin while exploring the riverside. An elderly couple, fond of solitude, had built it near a village. They had warmly welcomed her when she arrived.
After some conversation, Shen Mengli learned they were moving to the city at their children’s insistence but worried about leaving the cabin unattended. She offered to care for it in exchange for rent, but the couple refused payment, charmed by her gentle nature.
That very night, they handed her the keys and left. Even now, it felt surreal—as if fate had orchestrated it all.
But Shen Mengli didn’t care for destiny. All she wanted was to wait quietly for Ye Feng’s arrival.
"Xiao Feng... Maybe this will be our home someday~"
......
"Mmm..."
Morning sunlight seeped through the tightly drawn curtains as Ye Feng stirred, only to wince when he accidentally brushed his injured arm.
The sharp pain jolted him awake. As his vision cleared, he realized yesterday’s events were no dream.
"If only it had been... How I wish it were just a nightmare."
Memories of Xie Yuyan flooded his mind—her sweet smile greeting him each morning. Now, it was all gone, like a beautiful dream that had dissolved into nothing.
Lost in thought, he barely registered the soft knock at the door.
Tap tap.
"Teacher?"
"Yuyan... Why did you do this? I never wronged you. Why were you so cold yesterday? No matter what I said, you wouldn’t listen. Why...?"
Outside, Li Mucheng pressed her ear to the door, but the thick wood muffled his murmurs.
"Teacher!"
She raised her voice, yet still received no answer.
The silence unsettled her. After a moment’s hesitation, she walked to a painting in the hallway and reached for a tiny figure in the artwork.
The moment her fingers touched it, a small compartment in the frame clicked open, revealing a hidden key.
"Forgive me, Teacher. I have no choice."

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?"

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.”

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?!