"Ye Feng..."
Shen Mengli, who had been quietly nestled beside Ye Feng, suddenly spoke up at this moment.
"What is it, Mengli?"
Hearing her voice, Ye Feng lowered his head slightly. Only when he saw the troubled expression on Shen Mengli's face did he withdraw the hand that had been stroking her hair.
"It's alright, Mengli. You can tell me anything. Haven’t we already been completely open with each other?"
"Mmm..."
After hesitating for a while, Shen Mengli finally voiced the question weighing on her heart.
"Ye... Ye Feng, I... I don’t mean anything by it, but I just wanted to ask... what exactly happened during those days when I disappeared?"
"......"
Seeing Ye Feng fall silent, Shen Mengli thought he was upset with her for bringing it up. She quickly backtracked, "I’m sorry, Ye Feng. I shouldn’t have mentioned this now. Next time—"
"No, Mengli."
Ye Feng hadn’t expected her to retreat so quickly and shook his head in denial.
"I’m not annoyed, and I don’t blame you for asking. I was just thinking... whether telling you about it might affect you."
"Is... is that so?"
"Yes. After all, what happened during those days left me utterly exhausted—mentally and physically. I never imagined things would turn out this way. I never realized I was the only one kept in the dark."
"Ye Feng..."
Seeing the desolation in his eyes, Shen Mengli quickly slipped out of his embrace. Then, she pulled his head gently against her chest, stroking his back in slow, soothing motions, as if trying to calm him through touch alone.
"It’s alright... I’m here with you now. Whatever it is, we’ll face it together. So please, tell me about these troubles, okay? Let’s share the burden."
"Mengli..."
Ye Feng lifted his head and gazed deeply into Shen Mengli’s eyes. The tenderness in them made his chest tighten, as though something had seized his heart. A warmth spread through his entire body, and only when he regained his senses did he realize a single tear had slipped down his cheek.
Shen Mengli didn’t say anything more. She simply raised a hand and wiped the tear away with delicate care, her every movement brimming with affection. Finally, she cradled his face and whispered softly, "To me, you’ll always be my Ye Feng. You don’t need to change for anyone else’s sake. Just be yourself."
"Be myself..."
Ye Feng repeated her words under his breath, his mind flashing back to the moment he arrived in this world—how he had been fighting for survival ever since. And now, not only had he failed to protect the life he wanted, but he had also entangled these girls in emotions he never intended. His attempts at making amends had only deepened their feelings, nourishing their attachment like fertilizer to a budding plant. In the end, he had brought this upon himself.
"It’s... too late now."
A self-deprecating smile tugged at his lips. The clarity in his eyes had dimmed, veiled by a thick fog of resignation.
"The dean’s words still echo in my ears. He warned me that one day, my kindness would come back to haunt me. And now... I truly regret it."
"Ye Feng..."
Shen Mengli knew she, too, had been touched by his gentleness. Still, she pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
"Enough, Ye Feng. What’s done is done. There’s no need to torment yourself over them anymore. Here, with me, you can be the real Ye Feng."
"Yeah... the real me..."
Ye Feng exhaled deeply, as if expelling the weight of his past self. Then, he closed his eyes and let himself sink into the warmth Shen Mengli offered.
"Thank you, Mengli. Without you, I would’ve already—"
"Ah, Ye Feng, you’re stealing the words I was supposed to say~"
Shen Mengli giggled, her demeanor growing bolder as she sensed his heart opening to her. She dipped her head, brushing her lips against his in a fleeting kiss before pulling away. The sudden contact made Ye Feng’s eyes fly open in surprise.
"Mengli, you—"
"Ye Feng, you should know—without you, there would be no 'me' as I am today. Everything I have stems from you. Remember that. Consider this kiss a reward for our heart-to-heart talk. And don’t forget... we’re each other’s saviors, alright~?"
Watching her playful, radiant expression, Ye Feng couldn’t help but smile—a rare sight. "You’ve changed so much, Mengli. You’re far more lively and cheerful now."
To his surprise, Shen Mengli shook her head, as if disagreeing. "I haven’t changed at all. I’ve always been like this. It’s just... I only show this side of myself to you~"
The moment the words left her lips, she noticed a faint blush dusting Ye Feng’s cheeks.
Under her intense gaze, Ye Feng coughed awkwardly. "Ahem... Mengli, do you mind if I rest a little longer? I still feel somewhat tired."
His shyness only endeared him more to Shen Mengli. But she wouldn’t push him further—not yet. She wanted him to step willingly into the gentle paradise she was weaving for him, until he could no longer resist. There was still a long road ahead, after all.
"Of course you can. I told you—here, you can do whatever you wish."
With that, she tucked the blankets around him and slipped off the bed.
"I’ll take this chance to prepare something nourishing for you. You haven’t eaten properly in days, so you’ll need to regain your strength."
"Alright... thank you, Mengli."
Ye Feng didn’t refuse her kindness. His heart, soothed by her words, had begun carving a new path. Perhaps staying here with Shen Mengli, in this peaceful haven, wouldn’t be such a bad fate after all.
"I told you not to be so formal with me."
Pouting adorably, Shen Mengli grabbed a cloak from a hook on the wall and draped it over her shoulders. Before leaving, she glanced back at Ye Feng, whose eyes were now closed. A soft smile curved her lips as she mouthed three silent words:
"I love you."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
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.”
