Outside the carriage.
The earth dragon simply moved forward, needing no concern for anything else.
The road was wide and spacious, allowing it to run comfortably.
Aina sat in front of Xia Lun and suddenly said, "Xia Lun, I want that."
Xia Lun was puzzled. "What?"
Aina's eyes turned seductive as she licked her lips. "You know… the thing we often do. Let me savor your taste."
Xia Lun finally understood. "Oh, that."
He offered his wrist to Aina’s mouth.
Aina’s tongue gently traced Xia Lun’s fair wrist before she parted her lips, her sharp fangs carefully sinking in.
She held Xia Lun’s arm, drinking his blood.
Xia Lun felt no pain—instead, a tingling numbness spread from his wrist, melting into pleasure… Her saliva had a numbing effect, one of Aina’s vampiric abilities.
"Does it hurt, Xia Lun?" Aina asked knowingly.
"It feels wonderful," Xia Lun replied, stroking her head.
Aina nodded slightly, focusing on her "meal."
Truthfully, Aina no longer needed blood to restore her strength—it was merely a treat for her now.
Xia Lun didn’t mind being bitten. Though it wasn’t the most convenient moment, during their intimate moments in bed, Aina would often cling to his neck or shoulders afterward.
He never felt like prey, only finding her adorable as she drank from him.
After a while, Aina released his wrist, wiping her lips contentedly. "Thank you for the meal, Xia Lun."
A green glow flickered at her fingertips, and the tiny puncture wounds on Xia Lun’s wrist healed instantly, leaving no trace.
"Was it good?" Xia Lun asked.
"Delicious… like rich, sweet wine," Aina murmured dreamily.
Xia Lun leaned down, his tongue parting her lips.
Aina let out a soft moan, melting into his embrace.
He tasted only the faint metallic tang of blood—vampires and humans perceived flavors differently.
"You two… could you at least be mindful in public?" Liyana had just stepped out of the carriage for fresh air when she saw Xia Lun and Aina locked in a kiss. "It’s embarrassing for others to see."
Xia Lun pulled away, leaving Aina flushed and breathless, her lips slightly parted.
"I’d sense if anyone approached," Xia Lun coughed awkwardly.
Liyana gave them a strange look.
So now this shameless couple had no qualms about kissing passionately in front of her.
Did that mean they no longer kept their distance? Liyana wasn’t sure if she should be pleased.
"What’s going on?" Mo Lini peeked out.
Aina adjusted her posture, sitting primly in Xia Lun’s lap without further movement.
Liyana felt slightly relieved—at least they restrained themselves around the child.
"But… we’re still far from the city. Another night camping, it seems." Liyana sighed, checking the map to estimate their location.
Mo Lini didn’t mind sleeping outdoors. They had tents and bedding, and danger was unlikely.
She was more curious about something else.
"Liyana, what’s for dinner tonight?" Mo Lini asked.
Back at the academy, she used to cook for herself.
Before Professor Enlaisi pointed it out… she’d thought her cooking was decent.
But after tasting Liyana’s meals… Mo Lini felt guilty for subjecting the professor to her food for so long.
"Let’s see… There’s a large lake nearby. How about grilled fish? There’s also a clearing by the shore—we can camp there. Aina, could you set up a humidity-adjusting barrier? The lakeside gets damp, and waking up soaked is miserable."
Liyana glanced at Xia Lun.
"Sounds good. We’ll follow Liyana’s plan," Xia Lun said.
With her current experience, Liyana could easily lead any adventuring party.
Xia Lun was happy to let her take charge.
"Grilled fish…" Mo Lini swallowed, latching onto the key detail.
They soon reached the lake.
Through the trees, the shimmering waters unfolded like a mirror unveiled by a maiden at dawn.
The lake was calm and clear, reflecting the white clouds above and the lush greenery along its banks, blending the scenery seamlessly.
A breeze stirred ripples across the surface, like the swaying hem of a maiden’s white dress.
Mo Lini thought she saw a pure maiden frolicking at the lake’s center…
Wait—she rubbed her eyes—there really was someone on the water.
No, it wasn’t her imagination. Everyone saw it.
"Xia Lun! Look, a lake maiden!" Liyana pointed excitedly.
The maiden’s form was translucent, her dress merging with the water. Only her slender upper body was visible, her chest half-bare, while her lower half remained unseen.
Lake maidens were rare monsters, luring men into the depths to drown and nourish the lakebed’s silt.
Well… not just men. Liyana had fallen for it once.
But if one resisted their allure, they were harmless—they never attacked humans on land. Some bored adventurers even whistled at them, only to get splashed in retaliation.
"Liyana…" Xia Lun began.
"Enough! I know! I won’t be stupid again!" Liyana cut him off, her face burning. "That was back when I was new to adventuring! And I have a partner now!"
Xia Lun chuckled. He’d only brought it up to tease her.
Besides, Liyana was strong now—she could hold her breath for ages. Drowning wasn’t a real risk.
"No drinking tonight," Aina added.
Last time, Liyana had been tipsy when the lake maiden ensnared her.
Liyana groaned in humiliation. "Ugh! Just kill me! Stop bringing it up!"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
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?!
