Just as Shen Mengli arrived at Li Mucheng's door and was about to raise her hand to knock, Li Mucheng, as if already aware of her presence, opened the door. The unexpected move left Shen Mengli momentarily stunned, frozen in place until Li Mucheng reached out, pulled her inside, and closed the door behind them.
"Mu... Mucheng?"
As soon as she entered, Shen Mengli withdrew her hand from Li Mucheng's grasp, puzzled by her actions while glancing around the room.
Though the layout of each room was identical, Li Mucheng's space was strikingly simple—devoid of excessive decor, save for a faint scent of incense lingering in the air. After a brief survey, Shen Mengli averted her gaze.
"So, Mucheng... did you want to talk to me about something?"
Seeing the confusion on Shen Mengli's face, Li Mucheng voiced her thoughts.
"Mengli, this is for you."
Slowly, Li Mucheng retrieved a key from behind her and placed it in Shen Mengli's palm.
"This is... a key?!"
Upon realizing what she held, Shen Mengli's bewilderment only deepened.
"Mucheng, what does this mean? Why are you giving me a key?"
"This key leads to the teacher's room~"
Li Mucheng answered nonchalantly.
"Wh-what?! The key to Xiaofeng's room..."
Shen Mengli trailed off, finally understanding why Li Mucheng had sought her out. Yet, she still couldn't fathom why Li Mucheng would entrust her with it.
Seemingly sensing her confusion, Li Mucheng explained softly, "I'm giving you the key to the teacher's room because you're very important to all of us."
"I'm important to you?"
"Yes. If you hadn't accepted things back then, our relationship with the teacher might not be as good as it is now. And we’ve all seen how much the teacher cares for you. You're the only one who’s never hurt him..."
At this, Li Mucheng lowered her head in shame, as if the memory of that incident still haunted her like a thorn in her heart.
"Honestly... I was just lucky."
Shen Mengli clenched the key in her hand, reflecting on the ability she once possessed—the very thing that had drawn her closer to Ye Feng.
"You're too modest, Mengli. Now that we’re all living together, I’ve come to accept this life. So I hope... you can let go of your burdens too. Let’s work together for the teacher’s sake... okay?"
Meeting Li Mucheng's gentle gaze, Shen Mengli hesitated before nodding slowly.
"Now I understand why you were the first to accept all this, Mucheng. You’ve truly... embraced it."
"Mhm. But my love for the teacher hasn’t diminished one bit."
"I know..."
Shen Mengli took a deep breath, tightening her grip on the key.
"Thank you, Mucheng. I won’t disturb you any longer."
"Just for today, okay? This is... our shared compromise."
"Alright..."
As Shen Mengli quietly slipped out of the room, Li Mucheng's smile gradually faded. Only when the faint sound of footsteps upstairs disappeared did she prepare to close her door—until Xie Yuyan’s door across the hall swung open, revealing her graceful figure leaning against the frame.
Xie Yuyan, as if privy to everything, cut straight to the point: "Mengli went up?"
"Yes."
"How nice..."
"......"
......
"Hah..."
Meanwhile, Ye Feng, lost in slumber, was immersed in a hazy dream. One moment, he was admiring a breathtaking landscape; the next, he found himself in a scorching desert. The heat grew unbearable, sapping his strength until he collapsed, slowly buried beneath the endless dunes, swallowed by the desert’s silence.
"Haah! Haah! Haah!"
He jolted awake, gasping for air, his chest still heavy. As he tried to throw off the covers and get water, his body refused to move—as if pinned down by some unseen force.
What’s happening?! Why can’t I move?!
Panicked, Ye Feng yanked the sheets away, only to discover the source of his discomfort.
Shen Mengli lay atop him, her affectionate gaze locked onto his, her delicate form pressed tightly against him, her sweet fragrance filling his senses.
"Men... Mengli?! How did you—"
"Shh~"
She pressed a finger to his lips, whispering,
"Xiaofeng, keep your voice down. I snuck in here with great difficulty."
"Snuck in? But I’m sure I locked—"
Before he could finish, Shen Mengli dangled the key in front of his eyes.
"A key?! But how do you have a key to my room?!"
"Because... I’ve earned it~"
Without another word, Shen Mengli pounced on him like a starved wolf, sealing his lips with hers.
"Mmph... mmm..."
"Mmm... slurp..."
"Hah... hah... nngh..."
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?"
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.
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
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.”
