"If you two have nothing important to discuss, please don’t disturb my life. All I want now is to live a peaceful and ordinary life."
Shen Mengli spoke expressionlessly, her tone firm, revealing nothing about Ye Feng.
"Enough with the act, Shen Mengli! We already know everything—there’s no point in pretending anymore."
Su Yuxin’s frustration flared as she glared at Shen Mengli, unable to tolerate her continued evasion. Much of her resentment stemmed from the fact that Shen Mengli’s presence had left her as the only one who hadn’t gotten what she wanted. Anyone in her position would find it unbearable.
Perhaps unwilling to dance around the issue any longer, Li Mucheng cut straight to the point. "Shen Mengli, we know everything—including what happened with our teacher. Let’s skip the unnecessary back-and-forth, shall we? I doubt you want to waste time either."
"......"
Meeting their confident gazes, Shen Mengli finally dropped her facade, a mocking smile curling her lips.
"You two are the most persistent people I’ve ever met. Even after Ye Feng chose to jump off a cliff, you still won’t let him go? You had your chances before and squandered them. Now that I’ve seized mine, you suddenly care? Did either of you ever stop to think about how Ye Feng would feel?"
"We know we’re the reason things turned out this way," Li Mucheng admitted. "But even if it’s too late, we still want to make amends. We need to tell our teacher our decision ourselves."
"Hah..."
Shen Mengli scoffed at Li Mucheng’s words, crossing her arms in displeasure.
"All you’re doing is exploiting Ye Feng’s patience and forgiveness, wearing him down over and over. I told you—he won’t acknowledge either of you! Get out of here and go back where you came from!"
"Shen Mengli, you—"
Su Yuxin was about to snap, but Li Mucheng swiftly raised a hand to stop her, maintaining a calm tone. "I know our actions are overdue, but we truly want him to see how we’ve changed. This time, we won’t let him down again."
"Why won’t you just disappear? If you cared so much, you should’ve cherished him when you had the chance! Haven’t you hurt him enough already?"
Shen Mengli’s sharp words silenced Su Yuxin’s rising anger. Only Li Mucheng remained composed—after all, she had at least parted with Ye Feng on relatively peaceful terms.
"We were wrong," Li Mucheng conceded. "Whether it was during our search for him or in our discussions afterward, we’ve come to understand our mistakes. When you’re at fault, you apologize. We’re just asking for a chance, Shen Mengli."
"A chance? Who ever gave me a chance? Opportunities aren’t handed out—they’re earned!"
Shen Mengli’s voice grew louder, her anger flaring in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.
"I’ve wasted enough words on you. Leave. Ye Feng won’t see you."
"Shen Mengli."
In an instant, Li Mucheng stepped forward, her tone still measured.
"What’s done is done, and it can’t be undone. Instead of dragging this out, why don’t we settle things openly and let the outcome decide?"
"No! I won’t hand Ye Feng over to you! Unlike you, I’ll protect him—make sure he never suffers at your hands again!"
With that, Shen Mengli pulled a fruit knife from her sleeve. The once-timid woman now stood her ground, radiating defiance. To her, Ye Feng was an inviolable line no one could cross.
"Miss!"
A uniformed bodyguard immediately drew his weapon at the sight of danger, but Li Mucheng waved him off.
"Stand down. Intervening will only make things worse. Let me handle this."
Cool-headed, Li Mucheng advanced step by step, while Shen Mengli held her ground, knife in hand.
The standoff stretched on in tense silence...
Meanwhile, the butcher had long since driven off in his truck after dropping them at the village entrance, oblivious to the confrontation. To him, their reunion had seemed like a heartfelt moment between old friends.
"Ye Feng... I miss you so much."
Xie Yuyan, walking leisurely with Ye Feng near the cabin, suddenly spoke the words aloud.
"Ever since coming here, I’ve stopped thinking about the future. Maybe this is where I belong—the life I truly want."
"No... This isn’t the life you want, Ye Feng. I can tell there’s something more complicated in your heart."
Xie Yuyan met his gaze head-on, her expression flickering briefly before she steadied herself.
"Is it because of me?"
"No."
Ye Feng shook his head.
"It’s because of all of you."
"All of us?"
Frowning, Xie Yuyan quickened her pace to stand before him. She decided to lay her cards on the table—if she didn’t act now, she feared Ye Feng’s emotions would drift further away, and that was the last thing she wanted.
"Ye Feng, we all know. The three of us talked for a long time—whether at the estate or on the cliff, we shared everything about our time with you."
"You figured it out? When?"
"I saw it clearly that day. After you took that pill, your entire aura changed. And that pill appeared out of nowhere. I’ve always known you had these... unusual abilities. I just never asked you about it."
"Why not? Something so impossible would shock anyone. Why keep it to yourself?"
"Because I wasn’t afraid of your secrets. Everyone has them, and you’re no exception."
"Right... the worst kind of secret."
"My guess? This secret is tied to everything you’ve done—getting close to us, even kidnapping us."
"!!!"

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.”

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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!