"Please don't say that, Mengli? I’ve never considered you a burden. Didn’t I tell you that the moment I signed the agreement at the welfare home, I would fulfill my duty to take care of you? Besides, your legs are recovering day by day—how could you ever be a burden?"
"I understand all that..."
Shen Mengli lowered her eyes but still managed to force a faint smile at Ye Feng.
"But, Xiao Feng, have you ever thought about what it would really be like if you took me back home?"
"Of course, it would be..."
Ye Feng was about to answer, to say that life would be filled with laughter and joy just like before, but he suddenly stopped, as if realizing something.
Seeing his reaction, Shen Mengli knew he had grasped the meaning behind her words. She continued in a calm tone, "It seems you’ve already found the answer in your heart. That’s exactly why I don’t want to return. If I did... I might not even have the chance to see you anymore."
With that, she nestled closer into Ye Feng’s embrace, as if affirming her own decision.
"I’m sorry, Mengli... I oversimplified everything."
This time, Ye Feng didn’t press further. Silence was his only reply.
"Come on, I’m not blaming you at all. Everything I’ve done is for the sake of both of us."
Shen Mengli reached out and gently placed her hand on Ye Feng’s cheek, her eyes shimmering with an inexplicable light.
"Now that there are no more obstacles—whether it’s Xie Yuyan or my physical condition—they’re all in the past. So... Xiao Feng, can we just live here forever?"
"Mengli?"
Ye Feng was taken aback. He hadn’t expected her to be thinking along these lines. As for himself, he still didn’t know what to do—whether to tell Mu Cheng that he was safe or to return and face Xie Yuyan head-on.
Perhaps noticing the confusion in his eyes, Shen Mengli had no intention of letting him change his mind easily. Her goal was to keep Ye Feng by her side forever, in a world where only the two of them existed. She had always wanted him all to herself.
"I said all that because of you, Xiao Feng~"
She leaned against him softly, quickly adding an explanation to prevent him from growing wary.
"I... I just mean that you’ve always spent your time and energy for others. I want you to live for yourself. Didn’t you once tell me that someday, when you could finally rest, you’d live a peaceful, rural life? Well... I’d love to be part of that life too."
"I can’t believe you still remember that, Mengli..."
"How could I forget? I remember everything about you, Xiao Feng! After all, you’re the most important person in my world!"
"Mengli..."
Ye Feng gazed at the girl before him, her eyes filled with nothing but him. After the incident at the welfare home, he had thought he’d never see her again. Yet fate had somehow brought them back together, binding them tightly once more.
"Thank you."
"If you really want to thank me, then stay by my side, okay? Otherwise, I won’t accept your gratitude~"
Shen Mengli smiled sweetly, her adoring gaze deepening as she looked at him.
Ye Feng couldn’t miss the intensity in her eyes. Though he wanted to turn away, she firmly cupped his face, refusing to let him avert his gaze.
"No, Xiao Feng. I won’t let you look away. Keep your eyes on me, please?"
"Mengli... isn’t this a little too intimate?"
"What’s wrong with being intimate?"
Her captivating eyes bore into him, and her tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction at his words.
"Haven’t we always been like this?"
"But... back then, it was because of your legs..."
"Xiao Feng, you’re so stubborn~"
With a mischievous smile, she kissed his cheek again.
"I can feel it... your heartbeat is much faster than usual, you know?"
"Guh..."
Every retort of his was effortlessly countered. Left with no rebuttal, Ye Feng could only change the subject again.
"Mengli, that pill I had... did you give it to me?"
"Mhm."
She nodded without hesitation, as if she’d anticipated the question. A trace of panic flickered in her voice.
"You scared me to death, Xiao Feng. No matter how I checked, your condition seemed no different from death... But when I saw the pill in your hand, I remembered the one you’d given me before. So I fed it to you."
She pursed her lips slightly, as if savoring the memory—though Ye Feng didn’t notice the subtle gesture.
"I see..."
Ye Feng nodded thoughtfully. But he knew the healing pill’s effects were extraordinary. When he’d appeared by the river, he’d been gravely injured. Yet after just one day, his wounds had vanished completely. Shen Mengli must have noticed—such a miracle would be impossible to overlook. Why hadn’t she questioned him about it?
Reading the doubt in his eyes, Shen Mengli gently cupped his face.
"Xiao Feng, I know you must have a lot of questions. But don’t worry—just ask, and I’ll answer everything. As for your wounds... All I care about is that you’re back. Nothing else matters."
"Are you sure, Mengli? Don’t you have any doubts? Like why my injuries healed so suddenly, or why I came to the welfare home for you?"
"Silly Xiao Feng, didn’t I say none of that matters? Nothing could ever change how I feel. I don’t need anything else—just you, here with me."
She kissed his cheek once more, then shyly buried her face in the crook of his neck.
"Right now, you just need to rest. We can talk about everything else once you’ve recovered, okay?"
"Alright..."
Her words finally eased his tension. With a soft sigh, he absentmindedly stroked her silver hair, his nose tingling as a warm smile spread across his face.
"I understand."

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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.”

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?"

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!