"Mm..."
After Ye Feng and Li Mucheng sat side by side on the sofa, Ye Feng hesitated for a moment, gazing at Li Mucheng's solemn expression before finally voicing his thoughts.
"The reason I think this way is because of myself."
"Why? You’re not at fault in this matter at all. The situation today happened because of Xie Yuyan herself."
"No."
Ye Feng shook his head and sighed.
"I’m the root cause of everything. If I didn’t exist, none of this would have happened. The one who truly made things turn out this way for all of you... is me."
"......"
Listening to his words, Li Mucheng could already guess the real concern weighing on his heart. She knew perfectly well that the reason she had become who she was now was precisely because of Ye Feng. Whether it was Xie Yuyan, Su Yuxin, or even the missing Shen Mengli—their connections to Ye Feng were undeniable. Now, what he meant was that he saw himself as the primary reason their lives had intertwined, and that everything happening now or in the future was inextricably tied to him. In his mind, he was shouldering the blame for all the misfortunes. But to Li Mucheng, this so-called sense of responsibility felt unbearably grating.
"So, Mucheng, just let me handle this alone—"
"Ye Feng, are you an idiot?!"
Just as Ye Feng was about to gently decline Li Mucheng's goodwill, he didn’t expect her to cut him off first, her voice brimming with anger.
"Why do you always assume that if something goes wrong, it’s your fault? You haven’t done anything wrong!"
"N-no, it’s not like that, Mucheng! I have made mistakes—huge, irreversible ones. And now, the consequences are catching up to me... I was too naive, thinking that broken things could just be patched up and made whole again. But now I realize... there’s no going back."
After saying this, Ye Feng lowered his head, weighed down by regret. But before he could sink further into melancholy, a pair of warm hands cupped his face. To his surprise, Li Mucheng lifted his head and pressed her forehead against his.
"Ye Feng."
She rarely called him by his name. Her dark eyes shimmered with tenderness as she gazed at him.
"I don’t care what happens to me in the future because of you. But I do know what my life would be like without you. It was you who brought color into my world. You taught me how to face life. You pulled me out of the shadows and stood by my side... It was your kindness that dragged me out of that bottomless abyss. So what I want to say is..."
She paused, watching his dazed expression, then seized the moment to lean in and brush her lips lightly against his before pulling away just as quickly.
"No matter what happens, I’ll stay by your side—just like you did for me. My kindness will always be yours alone. For you... I’d give everything, even my life."
"Mucheng..."
Her heartfelt words left Ye Feng utterly stunned, so much so that he barely registered the faint chime of a system notification in his mind. For the first time in this unfamiliar world, he truly felt Li Mucheng’s emotions.
It started with her... It all started with her...
Tears streamed down his face as he cast aside all restraints, surrendering to an overwhelming sense of peace and release. He buried his face in her chest.
"Ye Feng..."
Li Mucheng felt the dampness against her skin—this was the first time she’d seen him so vulnerable. Of course, she didn’t know it was also the first time he had ever shown his true self to her.
"It’s okay, Ye Feng. I’m here. I’ll always be here."
Gently stroking his hair, she looked at him with eyes full of warmth and love. Who would’ve thought that one day, she’d be the one repeating the very words he had once said to her? Perhaps... this was all predestined.
With that thought, she bent down and wrapped her arms around him, occasionally patting his back in reassurance.
Ye Feng didn’t sob or weep uncontrollably. He simply let the tears flow silently until his emotions finally settled.
"Ye Feng?"
"Mm... Thank you, Mucheng. I feel much better after hearing your words."
At her prompting, he straightened up, though his eyes darted away, avoiding her gaze—as if their roles had reversed.
"Ye Feng~ Look at me!"
"Ah... Okay..."
The moment he turned his head, Li Mucheng spun around and settled onto his lap, then pressed a deep, lingering kiss against his lips. When she pulled back, she smiled in satisfaction.
"That’s more like it. I told you, you don’t need to carry all this weight alone. I’m here for you."
"Mucheng..."
"Stop, stop, stop! No more of this gloom, Ye Feng. If you keep being like this..."
She puffed out her cheeks, hands on her hips, and declared with mock fierceness:
"I’ll kiss your lips raw!"
"......"
Seeing his dumbfounded expression, Li Mucheng realized her threat hadn’t intimidated him at all. Narrowing her eyes, she gave him a dangerous look.
"Seems like I’ll have to teach you a lesson so you understand just how serious I am~"
"Mucheng, wait. Actually, I wanted to tell you— Mmph!"
Ye Feng had just raised a hand to point toward the kitchen when Li Mucheng pounced on him like a face-hugging creature, sealing his lips in a kiss that left them both lost in the moment.
......
Gurgle...
"See? I told you the congee would burn."
Ye Feng touched his slightly swollen lips, shooting an awkward glance at Li Mucheng, who stood frozen in front of the stove.
"Wuu... My carefully prepared breakfast of love..."
Her lips quivered as if she’d been deeply wronged, and she shot him an accusatory glare.
"This is all your fault, Ye Feng! My breakfast is ruined!"
"How is it my fault? I tried to warn you, but you cut me off!"
"Well, you could’ve resisted a little!"
"Does my mouth look like I didn’t resist? Who was the one charging at me like a wild horse, completely unstoppable?"
"Th-that never happened!"

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?!

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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?"