Mo Lini stood to the side, thoroughly shocked by what she was hearing.
Lena began to explain the situation to Mo Lini.
Among the Elves, due to their exceptionally long lifespans, their attitudes and policies regarding marriage differed significantly from those of the Human Race.
A human life spans a mere hundred years at most, whereas Elves typically live for thousands of years.
Therefore, in Elven society, for every hundred years a couple lives together, they represent a term after which they possess the power of decision. If both husband and wife are willing to continue living together, the marriage is maintained.
However, if one party objects, they enter a "cooling-off period" that lasts for fifty years. During this time, they retain the title of husband and wife, but they live separately.
Only if both parties refuse to reconcile does the marriage truly end. It is considered an amicable parting, allowing both to seek new happiness.
The social atmosphere among the Elves is much more open than that of humans... after all, having lived so long, many Elves have learned to let things go.
"Father, so during the last decision term, it was Mother who proposed to separate from you?" Joli asked.
"No... I was the one who suggested it." Yorid blushed, his old face turning red. Speaking of such matters in front of the younger generation seemed to embarrass him. "I thought your mother needed to adjust her attitude and reflect properly... You don't know, after you left, Sera simply didn't treat me like a person anymore..."
"What? Father, what are you doing? Aren't you afraid Mother might just agree in a fit of anger? Then you would really be divorced!" Joli looked at him in disbelief.
In Joli's impression, his mother was indeed a formidable woman, and both he and his father could barely lift their heads in her presence.
But it was undeniable that she was exceptionally outstanding. The family his mother belonged to was one of the premier clans of the Elven race. Back then, his father was a dazzling rising star, and they were considered a perfect match...
Although Yorid had flashed across the night sky like a fleeting meteor, he had still left an indelible mark in someone's heart. Even though Yorid did not achieve great success afterward, Joli's mother, Sera, remained willing to follow him.
So... the fact that his father had actually done such a thing made Joli's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets in shock.
"Father, go find Mother and bring her back immediately!" Joli took a deep breath.
"The... the cooling-off period still has a few years left; there's no need to go find her right now." Yorid behaved somewhat coyly. "Going to Sera's family estate... I can't quite swallow my pride..."
"No! Father, if you wait until the cooling-off period is actually over, then it's really finished!" Joli shouted loudly.
According to Elven marriage law, once the cooling-off period passes, the true power of decision lies in the hands of his mother, Sera... Even if his father had a change of heart by then, if his mother changed her mind and disagreed with reconciling, their marriage would end right there.
"I..." Yorid seemed to want to say something else, but he was cut off by Joli.
"Father, on this matter, you must listen to me!" In the face of this family crisis, Joli became uncharacteristically tough. Conversely, facing his own son at this moment, Yorid revealed a hesitant and conflicted side.
"Alright, I understand... I will get ready and go find Sera tomorrow." Yorid finally agreed.
Mo Lini watched the scene unfolding before her and blinked.
Yorid and Joli, as father and son, really were quite alike.
...
"So the Elven race actually has such a marriage policy," Xia Lun lamented. "The Elven Queen who established these rules is truly an outstanding talent."
"Oh, is that so, Xia Lun? Is that what you think?"
Aina narrowed her eyes.
Xia Lun was somewhat confused, unaware of how he had provoked Aina's anger this time.
But if one does not know, one can ask.
"What is wrong, my dear?" Xia Lun gently kissed Aina's cheek and asked softly.
"Do you think there is no problem with the Elven race's policy?"
"There should be some merit to it." After thinking for a moment, Xia Lun gave an ambiguous answer.
In front of the Demon King, one must not speak in absolutes; this is the wisdom of the Hero.
"Once one becomes husband and wife, there is no turning back... To be loyal to only one person for a lifetime—that is what fits my aesthetic," Aina huffed lightly. "Those fellows who can find someone else to combine with after a divorce... it proves that he or she simply didn't love their previous partner that much. And this loose marriage policy is merely fueling such improper trends..."
Xia Lun chuckled.
"Do you not agree with my view? Xia Lun." Aina's crimson pupils reflected Xia Lun's face. "We are already long-lived species as well... Should we also try the Elven policy? Every few years, we can hold a decision meeting like that to determine if we want to continue living together..."
"What are you saying? Aina, I cannot leave you." Xia Lun cupped a lock of Aina's beautiful hair in his hands. "If you were to leave me, my life henceforth would have no meaning... I might as well return to the embrace of death."
"Xia Lun, don't say such tragic things. You won't die, and I won't leave you." Aina snuggled closer, hugging Xia Lun's arm tightly.
"Thank you, Aina. I am relieved."
"I was the one who brought up this topic... I'm sorry, Xia Lun."
A softness rubbed gently against Xia Lun's arm; it was Aina's way of acting spoiled and apologizing.
"Aina, no one possesses a love as passionate and pure as yours," Xia Lun kissed Aina's forehead. "You are simply too perfect, Aina, so no one can meet your standards... Be a little more tolerant of others."
"But my standards were set based on you... Xia Lun, this is all your fault." Aina stuck out her tongue.
"Yes, yes, I will apologize properly... tonight."
Suddenly, a figure ran hurriedly from the path ahead.
"Please make way!"
It was a graceful Elven matron, currently hiking up her skirts and running for dear life.
The person rushed past Xia Lun, and Xia Lun couldn't help but take a second look at her.
"That Elven lady is not young anymore; she might even have children," Aina huffed.
Xia Lun pinched Aina's soft cheek. "What are you thinking! I just thought she looked familiar."
Aina turned her head to the side and let out a charming snort. "Hmph, men."
"Where did you learn all this?" Seeing Aina's cute appearance, Xia Lun couldn't help but kiss her again as he asked.
"From popular novels and plays in the human world... and quite a few stories adapted about the Lord Hero." Aina covered her mouth, chuckling as she replied, "In the scripts, many female characters who have ambiguous relationships with the Hero have this kind of delicate and endearing personality."
Xia Lun: ...
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...
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.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
