Ye Feng tried to pull his arm free, but Su Yuxin’s tight grip made it impossible. Eventually, he had no choice but to speak up: "Don’t worry, the wound has mostly healed. It might still be a little inconvenient to move, but it’s nothing serious."
To prove his point, Ye Feng deliberately moved his arm in front of Su Yuxin, confirming that he was fine before continuing.
"By the way, Yuxin, how did you find out I was injured? Did Mu Cheng tell you?"
"Huh?"
At Ye Feng’s question, Su Yuxin froze for a moment before quickly regaining her composure.
"O-of course not! You know how things are between me and Mu Cheng right now. We don’t even talk, let alone meet. She wouldn’t even answer if I called."
"Then how did you—"
Hearing her response, the suspicion in Ye Feng’s eyes faded. From her answer, he could tell she wasn’t lying.
"Did you think I had no way of finding out?"
Su Yuxin stepped in front of Ye Feng, hands clasped behind her back, leaning forward playfully.
"We’re still the Su family, after all. It’s not that hard to learn about what happened to you, Brother Ye Feng. But before that, I want to apologize—I didn’t mean to pry into your recent situation on purpose."
"Oh... I see."
As Ye Feng fell silent, Su Yuxin suddenly reached out and gently grasped his injured arm, her voice tinged with worry.
"Why did she hurt you so badly? Shouldn’t it have been enough just to capture you?"
"Yuxin, what are you saying? 'Capture me'? Do I look like some kind of pet to be displayed? Of course I’d resist in that situation. Xie Yuyan’s mind was already severely twisted back then. Can you imagine what would’ve happened if she’d actually gotten her hands on me?"
Ye Feng quickly explained, her words sending a chill down his spine.
"So... Brother Ye Feng, you don’t like that kind of behavior?"
"How could anyone like that?! It’s practically a crime! If love requires harm and force to obtain, can it even be called love? It’s just selfish possessiveness."
"......"
Seeing Su Yuxin’s dazed expression, Ye Feng realized his words might not have been appropriate for the occasion and quickly changed the subject.
"Alright, Yuxin, let’s just focus on having fun today. Why bother with such heavy topics? Didn’t you say you wanted to ride the roller coaster? How about we go now?"
"O-okay..."
Ye Feng’s words snapped Su Yuxin out of her thoughts. Her earlier hesitation was evident, though she never voiced it.
"Yuxin?"
"Ah!"
Realizing her reaction might have seemed unusual, Su Yuxin quickly flashed a bright smile, looping her arm through Ye Feng’s and pulling him toward the roller coaster entrance.
"No time to waste, Brother Ye Feng! Let’s start our first adventure right away!"
"Sure."
Ding.
Once seated side by side on the roller coaster, Su Yuxin instinctively placed her small hand over Ye Feng’s.
"Hmm? Yuxin, are you... scared?"
"Y-yeah!"
She interlaced her fingers tightly with his, lowering her head and mumbling.
"I’ve always been afraid of these intense rides since I was little. But for some reason, when you’re with me, I feel brave. So this is also a challenge for me."
"You’re absolutely right, Yuxin. Life is all about pushing your limits. Once you overcome these fears, you’ll grow stronger."
"And that’s all because you give me the courage to face them, Brother Ye Feng."
Su Yuxin gazed intently at Ye Feng’s face, her emerald-green eyes brimming with vitality.
Clack.
As the roller coaster started moving, Su Yuxin’s grip on Ye Feng’s hand tightened even more.
Ye Feng glanced at her tightly shut eyes and smiled reassuringly.
"Yuxin, if you don’t open your eyes, how will you see the rainbow after the storm? Don’t you want to experience this thrilling moment fully?"
"Mmm..."
Encouraged by his words, Su Yuxin slowly opened her eyes, watching as the roller coaster climbed toward its peak, her breath catching in her throat.
"B-Brother Ye Feng... you’ll stay with me, right?"
"I’m right here with you now, aren’t I? So don’t be afraid. I’m not going anywhere."
"Okay!"
Su Yuxin nodded firmly just as the roller coaster reached the top. The next instant, as it plunged downward, her heart leaped into her throat. The rush of wind and the swaying motion made her clutch Ye Feng’s hand even tighter—but this time, she didn’t close her eyes.
"Brother Ye Feng!"
Amid the roaring wind, Ye Feng faintly heard Su Yuxin call his name. When he turned, he saw her squinting at him with a blissful smile.
"Yuxin?"
The noise was too loud, but from the shape of her lips, it looked like she was saying, Thank you.
......
"Alright, Yuxin, you’ve already conquered it. No need to be this excited, right?"
Ye Feng poked her forehead, trying to get her to loosen her grip on his arm.
"Of course I’m excited! This was a childhood challenge, and you helped me overcome it. Just like a prince clearing all obstacles for his princess~"
"Ahem... Yuxin, is there anything else you want to try? The Ferris wheel? Bumper cars? Whatever you want, I’ll go with you."
Su Yuxin knew he was deflecting. Every time she brought up this topic, Ye Feng would change the subject. She understood—she just didn’t want to face it. But today... was a very special day.
Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, tugging at Ye Feng’s sleeve. Puzzled, he turned back to look at her.
"What’s wrong, Yuxin? Are you feeling unwell?"
"B-Brother Ye Feng... I... I don’t want..."
"Don’t want what?"
Seeing her hesitant, teary-eyed expression, Ye Feng thought she was overwhelmed with emotion. He crouched slightly to meet her gaze.
"It’s okay, Yuxin. You can tell me."
"I... I really... really like you, Brother Ye Feng..."
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?"
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.
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.”
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.
