"Quick! This way!"
The manor's butler was leading Li Mucheng toward the backyard. Escaping through the front gate was no longer an option, so their best bet was to hide in a place where they wouldn’t easily be found.
Before long, the two of them had reached a storage room near the woods in the backyard. After locking the door, the butler gestured for Li Mucheng to stay quiet, then whispered in an extremely soft voice, "Miss, there’s a backdoor behind this storage room that leads to the small woods on the back hill. If things get truly dangerous, you must slip out quietly."
"But... what about you, Uncle Butler?"
The butler took a deep breath, as if he had made a firm decision, and looked at Li Mucheng seriously. "I’ll do my best to delay these villains. If it comes to the worst, you must escape quietly, Miss."
"But... but..."
"There’s no time, Miss. It’s been an honor serving you all these years. I hope you grow strong and well."
The butler gave Li Mucheng a gentle smile, then opened the storage room door and rushed out, deliberately shouting loudly, "Miss, this way!"
He then ran in the opposite direction.
"Ah Fu... Uncle Butler... Father... Teacher..."
Li Mucheng still clung tightly to the fox mask in her arms, as if its presence meant Ye Feng was by her side.
......
"Dammit... still no contact with reinforcements?"
The head of security outside the manor was practically grinding his teeth in frustration as he yelled at the communications officer behind him.
"It’s connected! It’s connected! We’ve got a signal!"
The communications officer, wearing headphones, looked at the now-functional communicator in his hand with relief and immediately began contacting the relevant authorities in Shu City for assistance.
"That’s good. Everyone, hold on a little longer. Reinforcements are on their way!"
As the security chief spoke, he noticed a man in casual clothes walking up from the road.
"Hey! Kid, get out of here! It’s dangerous!"
Hearing the security chief’s voice, Ye Feng, who had arrived at the manor’s entrance, walked over. His expression grew increasingly serious as he surveyed the surrounding wreckage.
"Where’s Miss Li?"
"Miss? She’s inside. Several groups have gone in to rescue her, but none have returned. I suggest you wait for reinforcements and plan carefully... Hey! Where are you going?"
As Ye Feng stepped toward the interior of the manor, the people around him stared in astonishment until his figure disappeared into the smoke outside the manor...
"Cough... cough..."
Ah Fu, who had just regained consciousness, looked up at the crumbling ceiling, his body too weak to move. The acrid smoke made it hard to breathe. At the same time, a mercenary wearing a gas mask, seemingly tasked with clearing the area, slowly approached Li Mucheng’s room with a rifle in hand.
Just as the mercenary reached the doorway, he noticed Ah Fu glaring fiercely at him. The mercenary smirked coldly beneath his mask. "Still struggling, little rat? Don’t worry, I’ll send you off now."
As the mercenary raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger, a figure suddenly appeared behind him, followed by a powerful kick that swept him off his feet.
"Thud."
The mercenary felt his body go weightless, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the ground. Reacting quickly, he realized he had been ambushed and tried to roll over and shoot his attacker. But before he could, Ye Feng firmly grabbed his arm and twisted it with force. A sickening crack echoed as the mercenary screamed in pain.
"Ah! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!"
The mercenary’s rifle fell to the ground. Desperate, he reached for the pistol on his chest with his other hand, but with one arm incapacitated, he was too slow. Ye Feng seized the opportunity to pull the pistol from the mercenary’s chest. Thanks to his mastery of firearms, Ye Feng quickly checked the safety and the chamber before pointing the gun at the mercenary’s other arm.
"No... don’t shoot..."
"Bang."
Ye Feng didn’t give him a chance to explain. A single shot hit the mercenary’s arm, rendering him completely immobile as excruciating pain spread through his body.
"You... you’re done for. Our boss won’t let you..."
Before the mercenary could finish, Ye Feng kicked him in the head, and with a dull thud, the mercenary was knocked out cold.
"Ye Feng... you’re here..."
Ah Fu, seeing Ye Feng clearly now, let out a sigh of relief.
"Ah Fu, you’re injured."
"It’s... it’s nothing. Just a shot to the stomach. I was wearing a bulletproof vest, so it shouldn’t be serious."
Ah Fu gasped for breath as he spoke.
"Quick... go save Miss Li. She left with the butler. It’s all up to you now, Ye Feng."
"Let me help you out first, Ah Fu. You can’t handle this smoke."
"Ye Feng, don’t worry about me... ah..."
Ye Feng immediately supported the wounded Ah Fu and ran toward the main gate. Once they reached his allies, he carefully set Ah Fu down and headed back into the manor...
"Still no sign of her? Time’s running out!"
A tall man stood at the back hill of the manor, addressing the mercenaries beside him. It seemed they were almost out of time.
"What the hell is Bihu doing? How can they not find one little girl after all this time?"
"Boss... the jammer’s failed. Reinforcements from all over Shu City are closing in, and official forces outside the city are mobilizing too. If we don’t leave now, it’ll be too late."
Mei'er, looking increasingly panicked, stared at the malfunctioning equipment.
"In that case, we’ll withdraw first. We’ve done what we agreed to as partners. I hope you’ll honor the agreement."
Shan Yang stroked his beard calmly and smiled, then led the members of Dark Palace toward the back hill...
Earlier, Dark Palace had quietly infiltrated from the back hill, destroying the manor’s surveillance network without anyone noticing. This had given the mercenaries at the front gate the opportunity to breach the defenses, wiping out most of the manor’s security in just a few minutes.
Li Mucheng recalled the lessons Ye Feng had taught her, and her initial fear was gradually replaced by courage. Just then, she faintly heard the sound of a branch snapping outside the storage room. Instantly, her nerves tightened, and she dared not even breathe loudly.
"Bang."
The storage room door was kicked open, and a twisted face peered in—it was Bihu, who had been searching for Li Mucheng.
"Hehe... found 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?"

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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.”