Sweet is a Chinese character composed of two parts.
The left part represents the tongue.
The right part stands for sweetness.
In a concise way, it indicates that sweetness is a sensation perceived by the tongue and mouth.
However.
Xu Moli never imagined that the sweetness entering through the mouth could also reach the heart, permeate the internal organs, and make one so addicted that they couldn't extricate themselves.
Every time she took a bite.
Memories that had been sealed for a long time would flash back in her mind like a movie.
With the first bite, Xu Moli saw a thin figure.
Like a hero, he faced the scorching sun, stepped across the thorns, and bravely rescued the helpless baby girl.
With the second bite, Xu Moli saw a young boy.
He was diligent and hard - working, always busy every day just to improve the girl's living environment.
With the third bite, Xu Moli saw a young man.
He looked haggard, regretting his own powerlessness, hating himself for being unable to save the girl from the inevitable fate of death.
The past faded away.
Reality returned.
Xu Moli stared at the important figure that she would never forget, feeling a bit of soreness in her eyes.
"Thank you for your affection, Moli."
"With your evaluation, I'm relieved."
Xu Xi reached out his hand and gently stroked the girl's head.
His voice was gentle.
It blended with the tranquility of the summer night, making people feel extremely at ease.
...
Generally speaking, the production of maltose this time was a great success.
Seeing his sister's happy look.
Xu Xi thought that he could make maltose again after returning to the real world.
"However..."
"We definitely can't finish all this maltose at once."
Looking at the large amount of syrup in the iron pot.
Xu Xi thought for a while, found suitable containers, poured the syrup into them one by one. After it cooled and solidified naturally, he sealed them all up.
He planned to keep them as snacks for his sister later.
"Okay, that's it for now."
"When we run out, we'll just boil another pot."
...
Time passed quickly, and another month had gone by in a blink of an eye.
Life remained the same.
It was still peaceful and ordinary.
Xu Xi sat at the door of the house with Moli, quietly watching the changes of the four seasons and the busy comings and goings of people.
It was the end of summer.
The sun in the sky was no longer so scorching. It was warm and bright, hanging in the blue sky, lighting the way for every passer - by.
"Brother, do you think... what's at the end of that road?"
Suddenly, the sky darkened.
A cool and gloomy wind blew.
Xu Moli squinted her eyes and asked Xu Xi in a curious tone.
"I'm not sure either."
"Maybe it's just an ordinary road, or maybe it's a little - known truth."
Xu Xi shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.
That's why.
He wanted to go and see for himself, to witness the ultimate truth behind all the things and simulations along the way.
...
Summer ended.
A heavy rain came, washing away the dust between heaven and earth, taking away all the heat, and leaving only a cool autumn.
The wind caressed the outline of the sun.
Making it soft and blurred.
So, the golden sun diffused, shining on the bountiful scenery in the fields and lighting up the happy faces of the farmers.
Everything became quiet and profound.
The road was covered with fallen leaves.
Xu Xi and Xu Moli left home and walked on the secluded path in the mountain forest. They overlooked the harvest below from a high place, seeing the golden expanse of joy.
"It's so similar..."
Xu Xi shifted his gaze, looking around.
He found that the mountain forest in autumn was quite similar to the Tianjian Sect in the first simulation.
At that time.
Xu Moli was seriously ill.
Her face was pale, her legs were weak, and she even had trouble walking.
She could only rely on Xu Xi to support her all the way and barely walk half a circle.
"What are you thinking about, brother?"
The girl noticed Xu Xi's distraction and asked curiously.
"I'm thinking about the time when you were sick, Moli."
Xu Xi replied.
The girl thought for a while, then playfully proposed a suggestion. She wanted to be supported by Xu Xi and walk for a while just like before.
Xu Xi agreed to the girl's whim.
He stretched out his hands.
Holding her body.
The two walked together on the mountain path covered with autumn leaves.
"What a familiar feeling..."
"Although it happened a long time ago, it still seems like it was yesterday," the girl's expression changed, showing a trace of daze in the autumn.
She clearly remembered.
What state she was in at that time.
Her steps were slow, her body was staggering, and she felt pain with every step.
But now.
It would never be like that again.
She was no longer a burden to her brother.
As a supreme girl, she was confident to clear all obstacles for Xu Xi and accomplish all the things he wanted to do.
Then.
Even more greedily, she wanted to enjoy that warmth and care comfortably.
"Brother, can you carry me on your back?
"I'm a little sleepy~~"
The girl skillfully told a little lie.
Xu Xi laughed: "Okay."
Just like when they were kids, Xu Xi carried the girl on his back and let her lie on his back to rest.
One step, two steps.
His walking pace became gentle.
He slowed down to avoid disturbing the girl resting on his back.
"I knew you were the best to me, brother," feeling the steadiness and reliability, Xu Moli's eyes curved into a smile, and she felt extremely happy.
How wonderful...
This current life, the life spent alone with her brother, was so wonderful...
She didn't want to leave, didn't want to go back.
She just wanted to stay in this moment forever.
Maybe the peaceful environment had a sleep - inducing effect.
Lying on Xu Xi's back, Xu Moli's eyes gradually closed, and she felt a strong wave of drowsiness coming over her.
Slowly.
She fell into a dream.
There was no coughing up blood, no fainting, just a normal sleep.
In a semi - conscious and semi - drowsy state, the girl faintly felt that someone had covered her back with a piece of clothing.
It was warm and familiar.
...
"Sleeping so soundly."
On the way home, Xu Xi glanced at his sister's sleeping face and thought she looked so drowsy, without a trace of the cold and aloof female sword fairy's demeanor.
However, this was the Xu Moli that Xu Xi was familiar with.
"She should sleep for a long time."
"After we get home, I'll cook first so that Moli can have a hot meal."
The autumn sun was warm and gentle.
Golden and shining, it filled the body with warmth.
The "hero" carried the sleeping girl back to their small home. With skillful movements, he prepared tonight's meal for the girl and a slightly cool sugar water to relieve fatigue.
When the girl woke up.
This was the scene that greeted her eyes.
Her important brother was sitting at the dining table, waving to her. On the table was a sumptuous and steaming meal, with both meat and vegetables.
The brother said, "Are you awake, Moli? Come and have a meal with me."
It was like an unreal dream.
Blurred and beautiful.
Xu Moli was in a daze for a long time, a very long time.
"Yeah, brother!" She wiped away her tears and replied with a smile.
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 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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?"
