"Mm..."
Ye Feng gradually opened his groggy eyes, feeling a stifling heat in his chest.
Did I fall asleep?
Before he could gather his thoughts, a pair of crimson eyes met his gaze from the pillow beside him. Outside, night had already fallen, plunging the wooden cabin into endless darkness. Only those glowing red eyes stood out vividly in the shadows.
"Mengli, you..."
"Xiao Feng."
Ye Feng had barely spoken when Shen Mengli interrupted him, her melodious voice sending a tingling warmth through his heart.
"Do you know? When I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was you... I was so happy..."
Her bangs partially obscured one of her eyes, and under the faint moonlight filtering through the window, her hazy beauty left Ye Feng momentarily speechless.
Then, Shen Mengli gently rested a hand on his cheek, her flushed lips exhaling scorching breaths that instantly charged the atmosphere with tension.
"Xiao Feng... I really like you..."
Ye Feng knew that if he didn’t say something now, Shen Mengli would undoubtedly steer things her way.
"Mengli, I accidentally dozed off earlier, and the bowl by the bed hasn’t been washed yet. It’s late—why don’t you rest a bit longer? I’ll be right back..."
Shen Mengli saw right through his excuse to escape. Without hesitation, she wrapped an arm around his waist and pressed herself even closer against him.
"Men... Meng..."
"Shh~"
She placed a finger lightly on his lips, leaning in until their mouths brushed against opposite sides of her finger. Though their lips didn’t touch, the visual impact was overwhelming for Ye Feng.
"Gulp."
Watching his Adam’s apple bob nervously, Shen Mengli finally murmured, "Xiao Feng... may I?"
"Mengli, please don’t do this. We’re way too close right now."
"May I?"
"Mengli..."
"May~ I~?"
Her words coiled around his mind like a spell, an inexplicable warmth urging him to make a choice.
"No... Mmmph!"
Clearly, Ye Feng had no right to refuse. The moment he uttered the first word, Shen Mengli removed the barrier between them, and the cabin was soon steeped in an even more intimate atmosphere.
"Haah... Hah..."
"Mmm~"
"Ngh..."
......
"Let me stay here?"
Xie Yuyan eyed Li Mucheng, who was clad in sleepwear, a flicker of confusion in her gaze. After the three of them had finished talking, Su Yuxin had returned home. Just as Xie Yuyan expected Li Mucheng to send her back to the basement room, she was instead invited to remain in the manor.
"Is that not allowed?"
Li Mucheng handed her a spare set of pajamas, meeting Xie Yuyan’s calm stare head-on.
"That’s not what I meant. Aren’t you afraid I might... do something to you?"
"I told you—I trust you. Let the past stay in the past. We’ll find our teacher together, right?"
Without waiting for an answer, Li Mucheng patted the pajamas in Xie Yuyan’s arms and continued,
"Get some rest. We’ll have a lot to do soon—for our teacher, and for ourselves."
"......"
With the sound of slippers shuffling away, Li Mucheng disappeared, leaving Xie Yuyan standing alone in the living room.
"I never expected... things to turn out like this. How could she be so willing to act this way? Doesn’t she fear one of us might steal Ye Feng away? How did she even come to terms with this mindset...?"
Though riddled with questions, Xie Yuyan knew now wasn’t the time to dwell on them. Clutching the pajamas, she retreated to the room Li Mucheng had prepared.
......
"Ngh... Mmmph..."
"Haah... Hah..."
Shen Mengli panted heavily, resting her forehead against Ye Feng’s shoulder, her dazed eyes savoring the lingering euphoria of their kiss. The intoxicating sensation seemed to melt her mind, leaving only the bliss of being with him.
Feeling the heat radiating from her, Ye Feng licked his own slightly swollen lips, her taste still clouding his thoughts. Thankfully, his resolve held firm against temptation.
"Xiao... Xiao Feng..."
Shen Mengli nuzzled her face against his shoulder, her body pliant as if she wanted to merge into him.
"I’m... so happy..."
"Ahem... Mengli, you should rest. I need some fresh air."
"No~"
The moment he mentioned leaving, she clung to him like an octopus, her voice growing even more coquettish in her delirium.
"I... I know my stamina isn’t as good as yours, but... I’ll work hard! I’ll improve just for you, to make you even happier."
She blinked earnestly, pecking his cheek between words. Yet her trembling limbs betrayed her exhaustion—even that brief kiss had drained her. Seeing her push herself like this, Ye Feng couldn’t help but feel guilty.
"Mengli, you don’t have to force yourself."
He wrapped his arms around her, partly to immobilize her and partly to soothe her restless energy.
"Mmm... Xiao Feng..."
Cradled in his warmth, Shen Mengli finally relented, too spent to continue. All she wanted now was to rest in his embrace. The fleeting pleasure of their kiss had left her exhilarated yet frustrated by her own frailty.
"I just... wanted to make you happy. Did I disappoint you again?"
"Not at all! You’ve already... done more than enough. Being with you feels so freeing."
Hearing his earnest words, Shen Mengli’s worried expression brightened instantly. She adored it when Ye Feng spoke of their happiness together. Looping her arms around his neck, she planted another kiss on his cheek.
"Me too! Every day with you is wonderful!"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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?"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”