Could it be that after my disappearance... they've all moved on?
Seeing the affection levels of the others besides Li Mucheng frozen at 99%, Ye Feng nodded thoughtfully.
Logically speaking, the decrease in their darkening progress meant they were heading in a better direction. In other words, they might have gradually come to terms with what happened on the cliff. Perhaps this wasn’t a bad outcome.
Just as Ye Feng thought, once everything settled into calm, there was no need for him to disturb the surface of this once-tranquil lake again.
"Hmm... maybe this is the right thing to do."
"What’s the right thing to do~?"
Suddenly, a soft voice sounded by Ye Feng’s ear, followed by Shen Mengli’s lips lightly brushing against his cheek.
Ye Feng didn’t resist—perhaps this had already become routine for him.
"Mengli, you’re awake? Did you eat the breakfast I left on the table?"
"Yep, finished it all~"
Shen Mengli leaned against Ye Feng’s back, savoring the gentle mountain breeze as waves of emotion stirred in her heart.
"Xiao Feng, what were you thinking about just now? Did you recall something unpleasant again?"
"No."
Ye Feng shook his head with a smile. He trusted Shen Mengli completely now, so he voiced his thoughts openly.
"I was just wondering... if I disappeared from their lives, maybe they wouldn’t keep clashing anymore."
Shen Mengli knew exactly who "they" referred to, but she didn’t feel displeased at Ye Feng mentioning those women. Instead, she cradled his face gently and said, "Xiao Feng, you really don’t need to overthink these complicated things. To me, you’ve never been the one causing conflicts."
"But—"
"No buts!"
Shen Mengli’s tone suddenly turned firm. She moved in front of Ye Feng, crouched down, and cupped his face with a serious expression.
"No matter what happens, I’ll always stand by your side. So please, stop dwelling on these troubling thoughts, okay? I... I don’t want to see you looking so downcast."
Ye Feng fell silent for a long moment before finally meeting Shen Mengli’s earnest gaze and murmuring, "Okay."
"Mm!"
Seeing her own reflection in Ye Feng’s eyes, the gloom in Shen Mengli’s heart dissipated like mist.
"Mengli."
Just as Shen Mengli was about to loop her arm through Ye Feng’s to head back inside, he suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
"Mm...?"
Feeling her balance shift, Shen Mengli trembled slightly but stayed perfectly still, only lifting her head to gaze at him with slightly pursed lips once she was securely nestled against him.
"X-Xiao Feng...?"
"Thank you."
"Silly Xiao Feng."
Shen Mengli opened her mouth and playfully bit Ye Feng’s neck—though it didn’t hurt at all.
"Mengli?"
"I’ll bite you to death!"
......
"Is this the river’s downstream?"
Li Mucheng frowned as she surveyed the nearly dried-up riverbank, deep in thought.
"Yes. According to the satellite map, this is where the river ends. There’s a lake further ahead, but I’ve already sent people to check—there’s no trace of Ye Feng."
"Impossible..."
After scanning the surroundings, Li Mucheng immediately dismissed the idea of continuing the search here.
"Teacher couldn’t have ended up downstream. Given the river’s flow speed, he wouldn’t have drifted this far. And based on what Yuxin just said, the most likely area would be somewhere between the midstream and mid-to-lower sections."
"True, it’s unlikely. Besides, there’s no sign of human presence here either."
Xie Yuyan narrowed her eyes slightly before suddenly turning to Li Mucheng.
"Li Mucheng, send people to search the nearest inhabited areas along this river—villages, towns, farmland, anything! I have a feeling... ever since we stepped into these mountains, I’ve sensed Ye Feng’s presence."
"Is she really that perceptive...?"
Su Yuxin muttered under her breath, her eyes widening slightly at Xie Yuyan’s confident declaration.
"Got it!"
Knowing Xie Yuyan had far more experience, Li Mucheng grew excited at the mention of sensing Ye Feng and immediately relayed orders to the bodyguards behind her.
"What should we do now?"
"We can split up and look for traces of human activity—footprints, clothing, any clues."
"Alright."
With Xie Yuyan’s clear instructions, the three fanned out in different directions. Li Mucheng headed toward the lake, Xie Yuyan searched the nearby woods along the riverbank, and Su Yuxin followed the river toward the mid-to-lower reaches.
......
Staring at the several bright red hickeys on his neck in the mirror, Ye Feng turned and glared at Shen Mengli, who was perched on a wooden chair, chin propped on her hands as she watched him intently.
"What’s wrong, Xiao Feng~?"
"How can you even ask?! Look what you did to me!"
"I just left my marks on you, that’s all~ So stingy!"
Shen Mengli swung her legs idly, her gaze never leaving Ye Feng’s neck.
"If you’re unhappy, you can do the same to me, you know~"
"Hmph..."
To her surprise, Ye Feng let out a cold laugh before striding over and looming over her, his expression unreadable as Shen Mengli tilted her head up at him from the chair.
"Seems like you still haven’t learned your lesson, Mengli."
"Lesson...?"
A shiver ran down Shen Mengli’s spine as she recalled the previous times Ye Feng had "taught" her a lesson. She braced her hands against the chair, feigning an attempt to escape—but her eyes secretly tracked his every move.
From her time with Ye Feng, she’d learned that relentless pursuit had little effect on him. After interacting with other women, he’d developed a certain resistance. If she took the initiative, the response would only serve to fill her own emotional void. So she understood that to deepen their bond and create an unbreakable connection, Ye Feng needed to take the lead himself.
Thus, Shen Mengli’s strategy was cunning—to turn the passive Ye Feng into the active one. Only by making him feel truly involved could she stir his emotions, luring him step by step into the sweet trap she’d carefully laid.
That’s it, Xiao Feng... just like that... even sweeter things await you~

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.”

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"