Xia Lun truly hadn’t expected that the leader of the Blood Pact would be a woman.
"Luo Lun… is a woman?"
"Indeed. If it were a man, I’d definitely keep my distance."
Aina’s gaze turned teasing.
"Ah, Xia Lun, you’re so adorable… Oh my, how strange—why does the air smell so sour? Ah, I see! My little Xia Lun is jealous! Do you need me to hug you and comfort you?" Covering her mouth, Aina laughed unrestrainedly, her shoulders shaking with mirth.
Clearly, Aina had no self-awareness of how much more often she was the jealous one.
Her teasing made Xia Lun’s cheeks flush slightly.
"Don’t worry, Xia Lun. My eyes are only for you. Other men might as well be ants to me," Aina murmured, pulling Xia Lun’s head close. "I’d never abandon you."
Xia Lun smiled faintly, saying nothing more. He already knew this well.
Aina stretched lazily, covering a yawn with her hand. "Haa— Xia Lun… I think I’m a little sleepy."
Warm bat wings unfurled from her back, draping gently over Xia Lun. "Goodnight, Xia Lun. Let’s turn off the lights and sleep early."
Hmm. Aina, sleepy?
Beings like them could choose to sleep, but feeling genuinely drowsy was impossible.
Aina wasn’t sleepy—she was scared.
With a snap of her fingers, the ambient magic lights in the room dimmed.
In the darkness, Aina’s steady breathing filled the air.
Xia Lun began fumbling quietly in the dark.
"Xia Lun…" Aina’s voice suddenly trembled, on the verge of tears. "Today’s already… the fifth round. I really can’t take it anymore… I’ll break."
"No, Aina. You’re the Demon King." Xia Lun wiped the corner of her eye—no tears, as expected. "Believe in yourself. You won’t break… and I’ll be careful."
"No, Xia Lun, you won’t be careful. You have zero restraint!" Aina clawed at his firm back. "Why else would I have sealed you with magic?"
Xia Lun paused.
"Sorry, I was too rough." He kissed her forehead. "Let’s stop here for tonight. Rest well."
A moment later, he felt Aina’s fingers tracing lightly over his chest, tickling him.
"Aina… what are you doing?" Xia Lun asked, puzzled.
Her arms coiled around his neck, fingertips teasing the ridges of his spine… He knew exactly what this provocation meant.
"Keep going, Xia Lun… I can handle it, if I push myself a little," Aina whispered in his ear.
"Won’t you break?" he asked worriedly.
"Even if I do, I want to continue." Stubbornly, she pressed down on his shoulders and straddled him.
……
"Mo Lini, this is Miss Lian Na. She’ll be working here as a maid from now on… Be nice to each other, okay?" Liyana introduced Lian Na at Mo Lini’s door.
Mo Lini opened the door, the small red beast rubbing her bleary eyes, clad in pink pajamas.
The pajamas—bought during their trip to the city—had bunny ears on the hood, perfectly suiting Mo Lini’s charm.
Liyana had forced them on her, but Mo Lini wore them anyway, not one to waste.
"Why visit so late? I won’t let you stay over," Mo Lini yawned.
Liyana pouted. "Am I that kind of person?"
"Yes."
"…Fine, you got me."
Lian Na studied Mo Lini. So there was another girl her age here.
"Miss Lian Na, are you an elf?" Mo Lini noticed her pointed ears, like Liyana’s.
Liyana leaned in and whispered to Mo Lini.
Mumble, mumble, mumble.
"Oh… really?" Mo Lini’s eyes softened with sympathy.
Miss Lian Na’s family had been victims of those forbidden drugs.
"To welcome our new friend, let’s have a girls’ pajama party!" Liyana suddenly declared.
Mo Lini didn’t object. Lian Na nodded shyly.
Soon, the three sat cross-legged on Mo Lini’s bed in their sleepwear.
"Why my room?" Mo Lini muttered, but Liyana’s loud chatter drowned her out.
Liyana launched into animated tales of her past adventures, Lian Na’s eyes sparkling with fascination.
"Liyana, are you exaggerating?" Mo Lini questioned her claim of shooting five monsters with one arrow.
"Of course not! After that incident, I never exaggerate…" Liyana shrunk a little.
That incident referred to the misunderstanding where the entire elf race believed she’d slain the Demon King.
Lian Na tilted her head.
At first, she’d been reserved, but Liyana’s warmth quickly drew her in.
Besides, Liyana was her idol—sharing a bed and chatting like this was beyond her wildest dreams.
"Miss Mo… Mo Lini doesn’t look much older than me, but you’re already adventuring with Liyana and the others?" Lian Na asked softly. "You seem so mature, even though we’re probably the same age."
Mo Lini took a deep breath. Liyana covered her mouth, stifling laughter.
Mo Lini had once been a music teacher in Olifant—hardly a youngster.
"Miss Lian Na… I’m actually in my twenties."
"Really? I’d never have guessed." Lian Na studied her. "You’re very cute, Miss Mo Lini."
Lian Na wore Mo Lini’s pajamas, which fit her perfectly.
"Hehe… you’re both adorable," Liyana grinned goofily.
"Oh!" Now more comfortable, Lian Na grew talkative. "What about Miss Aina? Shouldn’t we invite her too?"
Though Aina’s aloof demeanor intimidated her, Lian Na felt it’d be rude to exclude her.
"Ah, Aina? She’s… probably busy right now," Liyana hedged.
"Busy? It’s nighttime. What’s she doing?" Mo Lini frowned. "She joined last time… though I don’t know why we all passed out. We weren’t even that tired."
That’s exactly the problem! Liyana screamed internally, but this was not something she could explain.
Under the girls’ curious stares, she slowly turned away.
"Aina is… probably… training."
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.
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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...
