Chen Miemie raised his teacup to his lips, but for a long time, he did not take a sip.
After a while, he set the cup down.
"Miss Dujuan, thank you for your trust. You've stated your troubles clearly, and I've understood everything completely.
However, no one can make life choices for another person.
I believe that you came to me after you'd already made your decision, not that you were asking me for advice before deciding.
What I can do for you is to help clear the obstacles standing in the way of the choice you've already made.
So, please, boldly tell me the barriers you're facing."
The woman gulped down a large mouthful of tea, as if to steel herself.
"It seems my friend's two children don't like me very much."
"Mm, facing rejection from children—what outcome would you like to achieve?"
"I hope they can accept me."
"Tell me about the two of them."
"The brother and sister—the older brother is called Da Zhuang. He feels I've taken his mother's place, so he yells at me;
the younger sister is Xiao Qin. When she was little, she was very lively, but now she has mild autism, which is getting worse day by day. She seems a bit afraid of me."
Chen Miemie tapped his fingers lightly on the sofa, thinking to himself: Making a newly bereaved brat accept a new person—that really isn't a simple matter.
Before Chen Miemie could say anything, Dujuan herself spoke up with the solutions she'd thought of.
"Da Zhuang has loved sweets since he was little, which caused tooth decay. My friend never let him eat too many. I plan to start with his diet—I'm hoping to get a recipe for sweets that won't harm his teeth.
As for Xiao Qin, she's especially introverted. I'll set aside time to be with her and keep her company, but I really hope I can completely cure her autism."
"So, what you're asking for is an effective recipe and a method to treat autism."
Having spoken her mind, Dujuan let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, shopkeeper. I know these worries of mine are very personal.
I realize you're a high-ranked mystic, and your power is probably beyond my imagination.
Unfortunately, my little concerns are too trivial, maybe even too small to harness your great strength.
Through this conversation, I've gradually sorted out my own thoughts and recognized what I truly want.
So, consider my request non-binding. Maybe as someone about to become a mother, I can just take it slowly on my own."
"I appreciate your understanding. I understand what you mean. I'll still keep an eye out for your needs. If I find a viable recipe and treatment method, I'll deliver them to your home. Rest assured, if there's no deal, there's no need for you to pay a price."
"Thank you most sincerely."
Dujuan left.
Her steps were much lighter than when she'd arrived.
She left her address—a small villa at No. 50 Nuan Yu Road.
As soon as she left, the various strange beings in the shop revealed themselves one by one.
Chen Miemie remained seated on the sofa, brows furrowed, unmoving.
"What's wrong, Chen Miemie? Stuck on a recipe and a cure for autism?" The [Forbidden Fruit Compendium] floated closer.
"No, something feels off. Don't you think Dujuan's story sounds a bit familiar?"
The Blue-and-White Porcelain spoke directly, giving voice to Chen Miemie's suspicion:
"You think Dujuan is the stepmother of Yizhu and Yixian?"
Chen Miemie nodded. "I can't help but think so. The biological mother was injured and died, the maid, the stepmother, the son and daughter—too many matching details."
"But the timing doesn't match, right? Dujuan said her friend passed away last week. Yizhu and Yixian's mother's been dead for seven years."
"Come on, let's go outside and take a look."
Chen Miemie squeezed through the [Door-Gap]. On Fairytale Road, everything was just as usual.
Old Man Yu saw him pacing in front of his own shop and smiled, greeting him.
Chen Miemie walked to the coffee shop.
"Qiu Tian? Remember me?"
"Of course, Chen Miemie! Someone who praised my coffee—I wouldn't forget. Want a cup today too?"
"Sure, I'll have one. Huh?" Chen Miemie noticed the menu on the big blackboard had changed.
Last time he remembered it was [Spring Cherry], [Summer Cicada], [Autumn Moon], [Winter Snow].
Now it was [East Pear], [South Gardenia], [Watermelon], [North Firewood].
"Why'd the menu change?"
Qiu Tian didn't even look up. "Standing guard at the shop all day gets boring. There aren't many customers anyway, so I kill time by changing the menu names—whatever I feel like. That's just how I do things."
Chen Miemie thought about it; it seemed quite reasonable, something he'd do himself. "Then I'll have a [Watermelon]."
"Alright, but just so you know, the main ingredients for [Watermelon] are pumpkin and winter melon."
"Uh, your coffee's getting weirder and weirder."
After drinking the strange but tasty coffee, Chen Miemie returned to his own shop.
"No anomalies detected. Everything seems normal. Earlier, I thought it might be someone from the past visiting the shop—if that were the case, going out might have shown me Fairytale Road from seven years ago. But it wasn't like that."
"Could it really just be a coincidence?"
"No way. There can't be such a perfect coincidence. There must be something we're overlooking. Come on, everyone, let's review what happened today and see what's different from the past few days."
The Blue-and-White Porcelain spoke: "Tonight is the Ever-Moon Night."
Cycle spoke up: "Today a new member, the [Forbidden Fruit Compendium], officially joined."
Meitu: "Today's guest arrived at the shop completely by herself, knowing neither the address nor how to get in."
Bobo chipped in: "Today Chen Miemie didn't eat any roast chicken the whole day!"
Chen Miemie tore off a drumstick, stuffed it into his mouth, and only then drove the meddlesome Bobo away.
Just as everyone was racking their brains, Chunsui's two remarks made everyone's hearts skip a beat:
"At 7 p.m. today, the one who opened the shop wasn't Chen Miemie—it was [the Yellow Robe]."
"And tonight, this place is not just the [Mysterious Shop]—it's also the [Wonder Shop], temporarily run by [the Ever-Moon Walker] as its shopkeeper."

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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?"

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

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.”