Lu Zhe nodded: "We don't know if they're brave or foolish, bringing along their concubine, eunuchs, and daughter. They could have lived well here, but they had to dig their own graves."
Shen Bing sighed: "Going from having everything to having nothing at all, they definitely can't accept it."
Lu Zhe asked in return: "Aren't we the same?"
Shen Bing pondered, then nodded: "That's true. Although we couldn't compare to the Emperor before, we grew up under the red flag, basking in the sunshine with bright futures ahead. Then suddenly, we had nothing."
At this, Shen Bing smiled again: "But there are gains and losses. We lost our jobs, promotions, social circles, but we met all of you and fell in love. The only pity is that we can't go on dates to the movies, missing out on some romance."
"Hmm..." Lu Zhe looked around: "Is watching movies that interesting? Playing a naked escape room would be truly romantic!"
"That's not romantic, it's cringe!" Shen Bing said with a reddened face.
Lu Zhe continued: "But really! They have knives, tools, cattle and sheep. They probably even have spare clothes. If they had brought some seeds, they could really live well on this island."
"You think everyone is like you?" Shen Bing sighed deeply: "From what I see now, this island is resource-rich with diverse species. But when I first arrived, I almost broke my arms just to get a bit of coconut water. The Emperor, his concubine, and eunuchs who barely left the palace wouldn't know a thing about finding food in these wild mountains."
Lu Zhe nodded: "That makes sense!"
At this moment, Lu Zhe noticed that the soil near the opening was more damp than elsewhere.
He pinched some soil, smelled it, and detected a faint scent of sulfur on his fingertips.
Lu Zhe's heart stirred: "Could it be connected to a sulfur spring?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm not very sure! But it's very possible that this place is connected to some sulfur spring."
"Is it the one from the volcanic vent we went into?"
"Maybe, or maybe not. I'm not clear on that! But if the steam can permeate through the soil to reach here, I guess this hole can't be too deep. Perhaps we could dig through to another passage."
Shen Bing pointed at the "trumpet opening": "What about that direction?"
Lu Zhe adjusted his tone slightly: "Bing, we now have two choices. One is to continue stacking the gold and silver blocks, trying to go back up. Two is to dig here and see if we can find another passage."
"What do you think?"
"Going up is safer - it's definitely the way back. But at our current pace, just building that gold mountain would take two to three days. Going down is likely a through path, but we don't know where it leads."
Shen Bing looked at Lu Zhe and shook her head gently: "I don't know, but I trust your judgement. You decide!"
Lu Zhe pondered for a moment: "Since we have tools now, let's dig this path and see. We can also try to get some freshwater."
"Isn't sulfur spring water full of minerals and toxins?"
"Definitely not suitable for drinking, but after distilling and filtering, drinking a bit to save your life is better than nothing, at least better than urine."
Shen Bing nodded: "So we'll start digging here?"
Lu Zhe looked at the tools left by the previous inhabitants.
The pickaxe head had a thick layer of rust, but being solid iron, its functionality was unimpaired.
The shovel was in much worse shape, barely usable.
Lu Zhe knelt down and began digging the soil.
His hands gripped the over-twenty-pound pickaxe head like it was a tree branch.
The thick soil felt as soft as potting mix.
Within just an hour, he had dug out a pit.
Then, Lu Zhe pinched soil from different areas of the pit and squeezed it, the soil releasing water when squeezed.
Comparing the moisture levels, he found the soil was wetter towards the east!
"This way..."
He continued digging, the hole getting deeper and wetter, unsure of how much further to go.
"Hey, you're getting yourself all dirty!" Shen Bing reminded him.
Lu Zhe didn't mind: "It'd be weird not to get dirty doing this kind of work."
"Other places being dirty is fine, but not there. You could get an infection."
Lu Zhe looked down, sighed helplessly: "In these harsh conditions, there's no choice."
"Still, you should clean up!"
"No way, we have so little freshwater left. Can't waste it cleaning that."
"Hmm...I've got an idea!"
After some splashing sounds, Lu Zhe was finally clean in that area.
But...another problem arose:
Shen Bing looked at him: "Didn't we agree to restrain each other? How did you end up like this again?"
"Sis, can I help it? Even a celestial being couldn't resist in this situation!"
"Then what should we do? Should you...recite the Dissertation on the Philosopher Zhuang again?"
"What about you?"
"I'll endure it!"
"Forget it, one last time?"
Shen Bing pondered: "Alright, but really the last time!"
Half an hour later, with a "swoosh" sound, the dirt wall suddenly collapsed. In a flash, Lu Zhe quickly shielded Shen Bing as they both tumbled into another place.
For a moment, they were both bewildered.
The pit they had failed to dig through collapsed due to their movements, an unexpected situation neither anticipated.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!"
"Where is this?"
"I don't know either!"
Shen Bing looked around and realized they were now in an underground river passage.
Bioluminescent algae grew on the walls, water rushed past them, and a faint scent of sulfur hung in the air.
They both knew what this meant.
They had really dug through!
But where this path led, they still weren't clear!
Then, she heard Lu Zhe's voice.
"Why don't you get off me first?!"
"Oh!" Shen Bing moved aside tactfully and helped Lu Zhe up.
Lu Zhe rubbed his head and surveyed the situation: "Looks like we really made it through."
"But where does this lead?"
"You stay here and guard, I'll go scout ahead!"
"No!" Shen Bing grabbed his arm.
"What's wrong?"
Shen Bing suddenly said softly: "I...I'm scared!"
Lu Zhe smiled: "Hey, dear! You're the policewoman, I'm just a civilian. You're telling me you're scared?..."
But he couldn't continue with those words.
It was the first time he had seen Shen Bing with such an expression!
Worry and vulnerability were clearly written on her face.
In that moment, she was no longer the poised, confident policewoman he knew. Instead, she resembled a little woman completely reliant on and concerned for her husband.
"If we live, we live together. If we die, we die together. Don't leave me here alone worrying about you."
At this moment, apart from the faint sulfur, the air was filled with romance.
Lu Zhe caressed her hair and nodded emotionally: "Yeah, from tonight onward, we may not be born on the same year, month and day, but we'll strive to die on the same year, month and day!"

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.”

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

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?"

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.