"Mm..."
Su Yuxin stared intently through the telescope at the village below, her prolonged focus beginning to wear her down.
Li Mucheng, standing beside her, noticed her exhaustion and gently patted her shoulder.
"Yuxin, why don’t you take a break? I’ll handle the observation for now."
"N-no, Mucheng, I can manage this much. Please let me do what I can."
Li Mucheng didn’t press further, smiling instead as she nodded. "You haven’t changed at all, Yuxin. If you insist, I won’t stop you. But if you feel unwell, promise you’ll call for me, okay?"
"Mm, thank you, Mucheng."
"Don’t mention it. We’re friends, aren’t we?"
Li Mucheng’s warm smile was genuine, and it brought Su Yuxin real comfort.
"Mucheng..."
"Now’s not the time for chatting, Yuxin. We can talk later when we have time, alright?"
"Okay."
Just as Li Mucheng checked her phone for updates from Xie Yuyan, Su Yuxin spoke up again.
"M-Mucheng..."
"What is it, Yuxin? I’m here."
"I... I wanted to ask you something. Is that okay?"
"Mm..."
Li Mucheng glanced at Su Yuxin’s reddened eyes and reluctantly agreed despite her initial hesitation.
"Go ahead, Yuxin. But keep your focus on the telescope, alright?"
"O-okay. I’m just glad you’re willing to answer."
"So, what did you want to ask?"
"How... how did you change your mindset like this? Doesn’t it hurt to let go?"
"Change my mindset? You mean why I brought you and Xie Yuyan into this?"
"Yes! Your perspective is completely different now. I want to know what made you change so much."
"The answer is simple: because of Teacher."
"Because of Brother Ye Feng? B-but how? You were so devoted to him. Why choose this path now?"
"Because I was wrong before—and I hurt him!"
Li Mucheng didn’t shy away from her answer, knowing it might profoundly affect Su Yuxin. She pressed on without pause.
"Think about it, Yuxin. Teacher didn’t just give me a second chance—he gave Xie Yuyan two. That proves how much he cares about us. He never wanted this conflict between us, but we were too selfish to see it."
"Our endless fighting wore him down completely. Whether it was his plans with Shen Mengli or him giving up on us, our actions caused him so much pain. I don’t want to hurt him anymore. I just want to be there for him, quietly. That’s enough for me."
When Su Yuxin fell silent, Li Mucheng didn’t push further. Instead, she took Su Yuxin’s hand and held it gently.
"So... Yuxin, let’s let go of everything, for Teacher’s sake. We both love him, don’t we?"
"......"
Su Yuxin bit her lip, unsure how to respond. She didn’t want Ye Feng to lose faith in her either, but letting go completely wasn’t something she could do so easily. Still, for his sake, she was willing to try—even if it meant abandoning her obsession.
"Mucheng... I don’t know if I can do it. But... if it’s for Brother Ye Feng, I... I’ll try my best!"
"Thank you, Yuxin."
Just as Li Mucheng felt relieved by Su Yuxin’s resolve, Su Yuxin suddenly gasped. "M-Mucheng! Something’s happening!"
"What?!"
Li Mucheng hadn’t expected developments so soon. To confirm, she took the telescope from Su Yuxin and focused on the village entrance—only to spot a familiar figure stepping inside. There was no mistaking who it was.
"What now? Do we move?"
Su Yuxin’s brows furrowed, her clenched fists betraying her frustration. The softness from earlier was gone.
"It’s really her! Xie Yuyan was right. Shen Mengli must be here to buy ingredients. That means the villagers don’t know who she is."
"She’s the one who stole Brother Ye Feng! Mucheng, let’s capture her now! Then we’ll find out where he is!"
Su Yuxin stamped her foot impatiently, as if afraid Shen Mengli might vanish any second. But Li Mucheng shook her head firmly—now was the time for calm, not haste.
"Not yet, Yuxin. We have the advantage of surprise. Let me discuss this with Xie Yuyan first. Keep watching Shen Mengli and tell me immediately if anything changes."
"Got it!"
"Beep... beep... beep..."
Li Mucheng froze when Xie Yuyan didn’t answer her radio call. Only Su Yuxin’s voice snapped her back to reality.
"X-Xie Yuyan... isn’t responding."
"How?!"
......
"Hm?"
When the shadow at the door remained still and no reply came from Shen Mengli, Ye Feng glanced up—only to freeze the moment light revealed the figure’s silhouette.
The shadow was taller and more slender than Shen Mengli’s, and most tellingly, it had unmistakably short hair.
"So you found me after all."
Ye Feng chuckled ruefully, as if resigning himself, before turning to face the door. Just as he expected, Xie Yuyan stood there, her gaze unreadable.
"Ye Feng..."
"Hungry? There’s some corn soup. Though it’s nowhere near as good as your cooking."
Xie Yuyan followed his gesture to a steaming pot nearby.
"I..."
"Have some. You look exhausted."
Ye Feng cut her off, his tone carrying an odd sense of relief—almost like surrender.
"Alright... I’ll have some."
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?"
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.
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.”
