The first thing Shen Mengli did when she rushed into the room was throw herself into Ye Feng's arms. At that moment, she seemed almost crazed, her eyes wide as she clung tightly to him, trying to soak in the warmth radiating from his body.
"This... what is this?!"
To Shen Mengli's utter astonishment, the moment she pressed against Ye Feng, a wave of warmth flowed from his body into hers.
"This warmth... is it... mine?"
Shen Mengli pressed closer to Ye Feng in disbelief, touching her own palm, yet she could distinctly feel that her own body temperature didn’t match the warmth she was receiving.
No... it’s not mine? Then... Xiao Feng!!
The thought struck her like lightning, and she immediately pulled back half of Ye Feng’s blanket. When she caught sight of his well-built physique, she froze for a second before shaking off the distracting thoughts and placing her hand back on his chest.
"......"
The instant her fingers made contact, she recoiled as if shocked, then stared at Ye Feng in disbelief.
"Xiao Feng’s body... it’s warm? But he was already..."
After checking multiple times, she confirmed it—Ye Feng’s once-cold body had miraculously regained warmth. Though his heartbeat and breathing still showed no signs of returning, a spark of hope reignited in Shen Mengli’s heart. She stayed by his side, waiting until he finally awoke.
......
"Mmm..."
Ye Feng groaned weakly before slowly opening his eyes, confusion swirling in his gaze. As the scene before him came into focus, his mind gradually sharpened.
Where... where is this? How did I end up here? And I’m... alive? But I was supposed to be...
Utterly bewildered, Ye Feng couldn’t immediately process his situation. Only after confirming he was truly conscious and unharmed did he begin examining his surroundings.
It looks like a wooden cabin... but the essentials are all here. Seems like some recluse living in the mountains saved me. But I don’t see anyone around now...
Wait, last night when I was thirsty, I vaguely remember someone standing over me, giving me water. So I really was rescued by a kind soul.
To think I survived something like that... is this luck or misfortune?
As he mused, Ye Feng tried to sit up, but his body refused to cooperate.
Huh? Is the effect of the False Death Pill still lingering? Or is this weakness one of its side effects?
After several failed attempts, he gave up and lay still again. Then it hit him—before falling into the river, he’d been clutching a Healing Pill, but he’d lost consciousness before swallowing it. Yet now, his wounds were healed. Did his rescuer do this? But if they saw how quickly his injuries closed, wouldn’t they think he was some kind of monster?
No... I should leave as soon as possible. I’ll repay this kindness later. After all, who knows what’s happening back on the cliff...
Just as he pushed the blanket aside, a familiar fragrance wafted from the fabric.
"Eh?! This scent!"
The aroma was so unmistakable that it short-circuited his thoughts. His mind instantly conjured an image of a certain person.
"Meng... Mengli!"
Ye Feng’s eyes widened in shock as he whispered her name. His heartbeat quickened as he stared at the blanket covering him.
Could it really be Mengli? But... wasn’t she missing?
Desperate to confirm, he grabbed the blanket and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. At that exact moment, the cabin door creaked open—and there, standing in the doorway, was a figure he knew all too well.
Ye Feng froze, his grip tightening on the blanket. Before him stood Shen Mengli, clad in a flowing dress, a basket of vegetables hooked over her arm.
Her slender, porcelain legs stood poised at the threshold, her flawless skin like polished jade. Silver-white hair cascaded down her shoulders like a shimmering waterfall. But most captivating were her crimson eyes—just one glance could send hearts aflutter.
"Meng... Mengli?"
The blanket slipped from Ye Feng’s hands as he gaped at the miraculous sight before him. His expression was that of a devout worshipper beholding a deity, filled with reverence and longing.
Clatter.
The basket fell from Shen Mengli’s hands the moment Ye Feng spoke her name. Before he could say another word, she dashed forward and threw herself into his embrace.
"Xiao Feng!"
At first, Ye Feng thought this must be a dream—until Shen Mengli’s soft body pressed against him, her cheek nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Only then did reality sink in.
"Mengli, is it really you?"
His voice trembled. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined Shen Mengli would be the one to appear before him. This was nothing short of a miracle.
"Silly, of course it’s me."
Shen Mengli clung to him, unwilling to let go, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "I won’t leave you. Not ever again. I’m staying with you forever."
"It’s... really you, Mengli..."
Ye Feng wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin gently atop her head, overwhelmed with relief. "Thank goodness... I thought something terrible had happened to you... Thank goodness..."
"Xiao Feng..."
Though her heart still raced with excitement, Shen Mengli reluctantly pulled back just enough to look at him. As much as she loved holding him, she wanted—no, needed—to see his face.
Truthfully, she hadn’t expected Ye Feng to wake up so soon. Part of her had wondered if she’d gone mad, imagining signs of his revival. But miracles did exist—because here he was, "resurrected" right before her eyes. This only strengthened her resolve to cherish him, her love for him reaching its zenith.
"Xiao Feng, I missed you so much~"
Without a care for propriety, Shen Mengli kicked off her boots and climbed onto the bed. Despite Ye Feng’s weakened state, she playfully pushed him back down, straddling him with a grin.
"I really missed you~"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
. 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!"
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.”
