"Miss, don't worry! I'm already dealing with the rocks blocking the path up the mountain, and there's no movement detected so far. But you must be extra careful!"
"I know. Keep me updated if anything happens."
Li Mucheng ended the call with Ah Fu and glanced back at Su Yuxin, who was still gritting her teeth as she climbed upward, before continuing her own ascent.
"Su Yuxin... Don’t you think what you're doing now is just as hypocritical as what I did before?"
"......"
Su Yuxin paused at these words, lowering her head and murmuring,
"I know the mistakes I made were severe... I don’t even dare hope for Ye Feng’s forgiveness. But even if he never forgives me, I’d rather save him from that woman Xie Yuyan than do nothing!"
"Hmph..."
Li Mucheng scoffed as she overtook Su Yuxin.
"Nice words, but in the end, you still hurt our teacher deeply."
Su Yuxin raised her head and glared at Li Mucheng’s back before lifting the hem of her dress to catch up.
"Li Mucheng, you’re hardly one to talk, are you? If I recall correctly, wasn’t it you who hurt Ye Feng first?"
"Su Yuxin, what do you mean by that?!"
The words struck a deep chord in Li Mucheng’s heart—a wound that would never fully heal, even though Ye Feng had forgiven her for the harm caused by her past behavior.
"Li Mucheng, aren’t you just as guilty as I am? What right do you have to stand above me and lecture me?"
The two locked eyes, the air between them thick with tension. After a long silence, they both let out a cold snort and resumed their climb.
"I’ll make up for what I did to our teacher. I’m the one who should apologize to him..."
"I... I feel the same. Ye Feng treated me so kindly, yet I was so afraid of losing him that I ended up siding with Xie Yuyan..."
As they spoke their minds, the hostility between them gradually faded.
"Mucheng, let’s focus on saving Ye Feng first, alright?"
"I agree. We can set aside our differences for now."
......
"Rip—"
"Ugh—!!!"
Ye Feng clenched a branch between his teeth, enduring excruciating pain as he used a sharp rock to reopen the wound on his chest. Blood gushed out like water from a broken pipe, the agony nearly making him pass out.
But through sheer willpower and resilience, he finally managed to extract the tracking device embedded in his flesh. Pale and unsteady, he forced himself to stay upright, crushed the device underfoot, and staggered to his feet.
"I... I did it!"
He spat out the bloodied branch and shakily began descending the mountain. Just as he was about to swallow a healing pill, heavy footsteps echoed behind him.
"!!!"
Ye Feng spun around in shock—Xie Yuyan was barely a dozen steps away. He quickly hid the pill, but she lunged forward and seized his wrist.
When she pried open his clenched fist, she found nothing.
"What was that?!"
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Ye Feng’s face was deathly pale, his hollow gaze fixed on her.
"Even now, you refuse to stay with me? You’d go to such lengths just to escape? Darling, you’re really making me angry."
Ye Feng remained silent, too weakened by blood loss and injuries to resist.
Xie Yuyan studied the wound on his chest before locking eyes with him, her dazzling gaze piercing.
"Such incredible willpower... But how many more tricks do you have left?"
"Xie Yuyan, you’ve lost your mind."
"Lost my mind? Yes... I have. For you. But it’s worth it, isn’t it? Look—I have you now. If any woman dares to covet you, I’ll drive them all away. So, Ye Feng, let’s go back to how things were before, happy together, okay?"
Seeing his bleeding wound, she pressed a hand against it and tore a strip from her sleeve to staunch the flow.
"Just say yes, and I’ll take you away from here. We’ll go somewhere with no one else, just us."
"Xie Yuyan... Let me go. And let yourself go too."
"......"
His calm words made her pupils constrict, the light in her eyes dimming instantly. At the same time, a warning blared in Ye Feng’s mind—his system’s alert. Before he could react, Xie Yuyan’s dagger was already pressed against his heart.
"Xie Yuyan, stop this! Do you realize how dangerous this is?!"
"Dangerous? It doesn’t matter anymore... Nothing does. The moment you kept leaving me, I stopped caring. Now I understand—the Ye Feng I love most is the one who can’t speak..."
She let out a chilling giggle, tilting her head as she advanced step by step, forcing him backward.
Crack.
Ye Feng’s heel met the edge of a cliff, loose pebbles tumbling into the abyss below. A swift river and dense jungle awaited at the bottom—survival chances, less than ten percent.
"I told you, you can’t escape. No matter where you go, I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth~"
Xie Yuyan studied his expressionless face, already piecing things together. The sudden disappearance of the pill had tipped her off—just like last time, when she stabbed him, yet he emerged unharmed. The thought made her smirk, pressing the dagger harder.
"Darling, show me all your tricks now. Otherwise, this blade is going in~"
Just as the dagger pierced his skin—
"Teacher!"
"Ye Feng!"
Two voices shrieked from behind her.
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?"
. 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!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
