"No... impossible! How could this happen?"
Just as Li Mucheng and Su Yuxin, escorted by security personnel, were making their way up the mountain, Li Mucheng froze in place as if struck by lightning the moment she saw the blinking red dot on her phone disappear.
Su Yuxin, who had been walking with her head down, noticed Li Mucheng’s abrupt halt and sensed something was wrong. It seemed likely that Ye Feng was facing another crisis, so she stepped closer and asked softly, "Wh-what’s wrong, Mucheng?"
Li Mucheng ignored Su Yuxin’s question, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared fixedly at her phone screen.
"No... no, it must just be a minor glitch. I just need to restart the program."
She muttered to herself, clearly unable to accept what had just happened.
"That device was so well hidden—there’s no way Xie Yuyan could’ve found it... No way... This can’t be..."
"Mucheng, can you tell me what’s going on? Maybe I can help."
Seeing Li Mucheng shift from calm to frantic, Su Yuxin grew increasingly uneasy and leaned in to look at the phone. Once she saw what was happening, she understood the reason for Li Mucheng’s distress.
"Mucheng... did you put a tracker on Ye Feng?"
"How... how did you know?"
At the mention of the tracker, Li Mucheng snapped out of her daze. A suspicion formed in her mind—Su Yuxin seemed to know about this. Maybe...
"Actually, I... I also put a similar device in the stuffed toy I gave Ye Feng. But I haven’t had the chance to activate it yet."
Hearing that Su Yuxin had done the same, Li Mucheng didn’t bother arguing. She quickly stuffed her phone back into her pocket and grabbed Su Yuxin’s shoulders urgently.
"Yuxin! Please, can you find out where he is? I promised to protect him... I promised..."
"Mucheng..."
Su Yuxin had never seen Li Mucheng like this before. In her mind, Li Mucheng had always been the epitome of cool, composed intelligence. But now, her expression was downright frightening.
Still, Su Yuxin quickly snapped out of her own shock and pulled out a small smart tablet from her bag. She had originally planned to test the tracking device in the strawberry plushie while making an excuse to step away, but things had escalated too suddenly. Now was the time to use it.
Beep.
With a few taps from Su Yuxin, the screen lit up with a soft chime. Meanwhile, a distraught Li Mucheng leaned in closer.
"Please... we have to find him..."
As the screen flickered, Su Yuxin expected to see Ye Feng’s location appear on the map. Instead, all that showed up was static—a mess of white noise.
"Wh-what?! Xie Yuyan even accounted for this?!"
Her fingers trembled as she frantically tapped the controls, but the tracker refused to respond. It was then that both of them realized Xie Yuyan had likely cut off every possible way to track Ye Feng.
"How... how is this possible? How did Xie Yuyan know I tampered with the strawberry plushie? How did she figure it out?!"
With no way left to locate Ye Feng, Su Yuxin turned to Li Mucheng with desperate eyes. Clearly, she had no idea what to do—after all, Ye Feng had never taught her these skills.
"No! I can’t give up! He’s still waiting for me. I won’t let him down!"
Having lost all other options, Li Mucheng didn’t even glance back at Su Yuxin, who stood frozen in place. She simply turned and marched up the mountain with her team, leaving Su Yuxin behind.
But just as she had gone a few dozen meters, Su Yuxin’s voice called out from behind.
"Mucheng! Wait... I might still have another way!"
"Another way?"
......
Thud.
A heavy sound echoed as Xie Yuyan dumped Ye Feng inside a natural cave. Watching him panting weakly, she crouched down and gently stroked his head.
"Ye Feng, why won’t you just yield? Do you really care about those so-called students of yours? Don’t you see? I’m the one who loves you the most..."
"Ha... ha..."
Ye Feng glared at her from the corner of his eye, his expression complicated as he spoke.
"Xie Yuyan, you still don’t understand where you went wrong, do you? My heart never changed. It was you... you who pushed me away, step by step."
"You’re lying!"
At his words, Xie Yuyan’s calm demeanor shattered instantly, her voice erupting into uncontrolled fury.
"You’re the one who kept getting close to those women! You never gave your heart to me!"
"No... Xie Yuyan, you’re wrong. I’ve always... always loved you..."
"Enough!"
Her scream reverberated through the cave, followed by an oppressive silence.
"Do you really think a few sweet words will make me believe you? The old me might’ve fallen for your lies, but not anymore."
"......"
Seeing her reaction, Ye Feng sighed deeply. He knew nothing he said would convince her. Better to save his strength and wait for a chance to escape.
"Hah... now you’re silent? Finally realizing your tricks won’t work?"
When he didn’t respond, Xie Yuyan sneered, though her body trembled involuntarily.
"Say something! Why won’t you speak?! You must be guilty... you must be!"
Her voice shook as she shouted, knowing full well that her loud accusations only betrayed her own insecurity.
She couldn’t accept the truth—that Ye Feng had loved her all along. Because deep down, she knew she had already crossed a point of no return. There was no turning back now.
"Ye Feng... just wait here quietly. I’ll be back soon."
After one last glance at his motionless form, Xie Yuyan turned and left, though unease still gnawed at her. The search teams were closing in, and if she didn’t intervene, they’d find her hideout soon.
Only when her footsteps faded did Ye Feng finally relax. To avoid falling for another one of Xie Yuyan’s traps, he decided to stay put for a while, biding his time. After all, this might be his last chance to escape.

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?"

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.

agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

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.”