Liyana sighed, wearing an expression that said, "I knew it."
It seemed her earlier words had gone in one ear and out the other.
"Are we... going to force our way in?" Mo Lini was startled, and even the little blue creature on her head trembled as if equally alarmed.
"For safety's sake, Mo Lini, you and Liyana don’t need to come. Just stay in the room," Xia Lun said, glancing at the storybook in Mo Lini’s hands. "Aina and I will handle it. We’ll take Musen along too."
Aina shifted slightly under the covers, like a little snail, though it was unclear what she meant by it.
"R-really?" Mo Lini didn’t seem particularly relieved, though.
Liyana patted Mo Lini’s shoulder gently, offering no further explanation.
"For safety? Xia Lun, what are you talking about? Your body is mine to play with, but not your brain."
Suddenly, Aina’s crisp voice came muffled from beneath the blankets: "Is there anywhere safer in this world than by our side?"
Xia Lun’s face flushed slightly, while Liyana covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, casting a sympathetic glance his way.
"So... Aina, does that mean Liyana and I can come too?" Mo Lini’s eyes brightened, though worry still lingered. "But won’t we just be deadweight? What if we get captured and used as hostages...?"
"Don’t worry, Mo Lini. I’m plenty strong—no one can take anyone from me," Aina finally emerged from the covers, shaking out her silver hair.
Though at the moment, she didn’t look very convincing.
The inside of the blankets must have been stifling—Aina’s cheeks were still flushed, like a freshly peeled shrimp... Was she heat-sensitive? Then why did she wrap herself up like that? Mo Lini couldn’t help but wonder.
"O-okay... we’ll leave you to it." Seeing Aina finally emerge for air, Liyana quickly steered Mo Lini out of the room by the shoulders.
Once outside, Liyana exhaled deeply.
She’d never seen Aina like that before. Too many unpredictable variables—best not to overstay their welcome.
"Liyana, can I ask you something?" Mo Lini suddenly looked up at her. "What did Aina mean by ‘playing with’ Xia Lun’s body?"
Liyana: "..."
If anyone else had asked, Liyana would’ve assumed they were feigning ignorance... but coming from Mo Lini, it made perfect sense.
"Wait... is Xia Lun some kind of toy?" Mo Lini pondered seriously before gasping and covering her mouth. "Is his true identity... a puppet?"
Before the misunderstanding could deepen, Liyana hurriedly cut her off.
"Ahem... no, of course not. What are you even thinking?"
She gave Mo Lini’s head a quick pat and scrambled for an explanation the girl could grasp. "Listen... Aina meant... uh... they were playing a game. Yeah, that’s it."
"A game? What kind?" Mo Lini pressed.
Liyana: "Well... a game for married couples."
"What’s that supposed to mean? Can you be clearer?" Mo Lini frowned. "How do you play it?"
"It’s like... the plank position you did in the carriage. Ahem. You could say it’s a form of exercise... If Xia Lun’s body gives out, he loses, so Aina said he’d be ‘played with’... Got it?" Liyana wasn’t even sure what she was saying anymore.
"Ohhh!" Mo Lini’s eyes lit up with realization. "No wonder they’re so strong—they’ve been training in their room this whole time!"
Looking back, Aina’s flushed state must’ve been from an intense workout.
Liyana: "..."
Well, as long as Mo Lini was satisfied.
———
Some conversations were meant to stay behind closed doors.
"Lord Demon King, what was that earlier? Who exactly is being ‘played with’ here?" Xia Lun narrowed his eyes, watching Aina intently, his hands never pausing.
"Me... it’s me... I’m the one who’s broken... Mmm—I’m sorry, Xia Lun..." Aina was already pleading.
She’d gone too far, embarrassing Xia Lun in front of Liyana.
Now he was furious—and the consequences were severe.
"Xia Lun... please spare me..."
"Fine." Xia Lun stopped.
"Huh?" Aina’s smirk froze. He’d actually let her off... even though she’d braced herself.
"You’re my wife, Aina. How could I force you?" Xia Lun smiled, stroking her cheek as if he’d seen right through her. "I’m no monster, after all."
Aina squirmed restlessly, but Xia Lun had already stood up, turning his back to her as he began doing flawless squats—no further moves.
Her little scheme had backfired... not only did she get no satisfaction, but he’d left her craving more.
"Though, if it’s the Demon King’s command, I’ll obey without question." Xia Lun’s voice suddenly cut in.
Aina caught the provocative smirk on his lips—he was baiting her.
She bit her lip. He wanted her to surrender first.
But she was the Demon King. How could her pride allow such words?
Xia Lun, seemingly overheated, abruptly tore open his buttons, shedding his shirt to bare his torso as he stretched.
Aina swallowed hard. This man...
Fine. No one else would know. Pride be damned.
"Xia Lun, come here." Aina stretched out a foot, her toes lightly tapping his firm back.
"What do you need, Lord Demon King?" Xia Lun chuckled, leaning in.
"Xia Lun... love me." Aina opened her arms to him.
"Oh?" Xia Lun remained unmoved, his smirk only deepening.
"Lord Demon King, what do you mean? I’ve always loved you—you’re my wife, after all. So... what exactly do you want me to do? Be specific."
"You—!" Aina clenched her jaw. Even after all that, he still wasn’t satisfied.
"Say it, Aina. What do you want?" Xia Lun closed the distance, his whisper hot against her ear.
Her ears burned crimson, but in the end, desire scorched through her pride like wildfire.
"Xia Lun... please..."
Her whisper was so faint only he could catch it.
Xia Lun’s lips curled into an elegant smile, though his ragged breath betrayed his own turmoil.
"As you command, Demon King."
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.”
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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
