As dusk fell, the Elven Forest was draped in a faint blue veil. Xia Lun and his party naturally settled into the residence of Reya and his wife.
The dining table was bound to be lively with so many people. The original wooden table seemed cramped for the sudden influx of visitors, so Yorid silently brought over another oak table, fitting the two seamlessly together to form a long banquet table large enough to accommodate everyone.
"Hey! Yorid, how about it? Want to go adventuring with us later? It's really fun!" Liana's crisp voice rang out as she invited her older brother.
Yorid shook his head. "Father plans to build another house next door, and I need to stay home to help... Besides, I don't like adventuring outside."
After speaking, Yorid went back to moving chairs. They rarely had this many guests at home.
Perhaps because they had a sister like Liana, both Yorid and Xia Lun, despite their young age, were already quite mature and steady.
A tantalizing aroma filled the kitchen. Reya and his wife were busy preparing a lavish meal. Moke was also helping out; the kitchen knife in his hand danced up and down, slicing the root vegetables on the cutting board as thin as cicada wings.
"Mr. Moke's knife skills are so neat! It's my first time seeing such perfectly cut thin slices!" Clea couldn't help but praise.
"Oh... oh, it's nothing," Moke scratched his head in embarrassment. "After all, I use daggers, so a kitchen knife is pretty much the same."
Although he rarely showed it off in front of Xia Lun and the others, Moke could twirl his daggers in dazzling tricks, like blooming silver lotuses... using them to chop vegetables was truly a waste of his talents.
"I wonder which lucky girl will marry such a virtuous young man in the future." Clea seemed quite fond of Moke, covering her mouth as she chuckled softly. "Mr. Moke, you and Liana seem to have a pretty good relationship?"
"We are just ordinary teammates... and my heart already belongs to someone else," Moke coughed lightly in awkwardness and quickly explained.
If the two people in front of him weren't Liana's parents, he probably would have thrown in a few insults about Liana, like "Huh? How could anyone fall for a girl like Liana?" or "Even if Liana were the last woman on earth, I would never be with her."
"Is that so? What a pity." Clea suddenly glanced at Liana again.
Liana was already seated at the dining table, ready to eat, without the slightest intention of coming over to help.
"Well, Mr. Moke, you certainly have a good eye. If I were you, I definitely wouldn't take a fancy to this lazy, gluttonous brat either," Clea sighed, feigning helplessness.
Moke's fingers unconsciously rubbed his chin, not quite knowing how to respond.
"Mother! I heard that! You're speaking ill of me!" Liana's protest immediately rang out loudly from the dining table. "My ears are very sharp!"
"So what if I am? Why don't you look at how you behave?" Clea retorted, not backing down and paying no mind to Liana's complaints.
Liana immediately shrank her neck and pursed her lips, clearly grumbling inwardly but not daring to argue back loudly.
Moke smiled slightly; this girl Liana was actually quite obedient in front of her parents.
Xia Lun and Aina returned from outside. Xia Lun carried a few wild pheasants and hares in his hands, while Aina held a basket of wild vegetables in her arms.
With sudden guests, dinner couldn't be managed with just the vegetables and fruits from the garden.
Musen, having settled the carriage and fed the horses, followed behind them, his tall figure squeezing into the warm and bright wooden cabin.
Seeing this, Liana quickly stood up and trotted over. She took the ingredients from Xia Lun and Aina, delivered them to the kitchen, and then sat back down at the dining table, happily waiting to eat... This counted as her doing some work, at least.
It was quite an enjoyable dinner.
Reya opened a jar of wine that had been buried before Liana was born. Everyone drank to their heart's content, and even Aina had a few glasses.
There were clearly not enough rooms. Reya and his wife tidied up, but there were only two extra rooms available for guests—Liana's and Xia Lun's old rooms... However, no one was too fussy. After all, as adventurers, they could easily sleep leaning against a tree at night.
Moke and Musen took Liana's old room, Xia Lun and Aina shared a room, and as for Liana... she slept on the sofa in the living room.
This was the result of a game of rock-paper-scissors. It was very fair, with no prejudice or exclusion involved.
"Aina, you and Xia Lun haven't reached that stage yet, so it must be really awkward, right? You surely wouldn't want everyone to misunderstand... so how about you sleep with me and let Xia Lun take the sofa? As long as you ask, he definitely won't mind!" Liana rubbed her small hands together, wearing a flattering smile as she looked eagerly at Aina.
Aina gave Liana a cold glance.
"Refused."
Flipping her long silver hair, Aina left Liana staring at the back of her head. She grabbed Xia Lun and walked away without looking back.
They had agreed beforehand to decide the outcome with rock-paper-scissors; she simply hated people who went back on their word.
Aina arrived at the room Xia Lun used to live in.
The room was not large, but it was organized neatly and generally quite clean.
There was only one single bed in the room. If both of them slept on it, physical contact would be unavoidable.
"I'll just sleep on the floor," Xia Lun immediately stated.
After a moment of silence, Aina spoke indifferently, "No need."
Xia Lun felt his heart skip a beat and subconsciously swallowed.
"But if you try anything funny... you know the consequences." Aina snorted softly, took off her boots, and lay down on the inner side against the wall, turning her back to Xia Lun without another word.
What exactly was she thinking?
Aina's mind was a bit of a mess right now.
Sleeping in the same bed as Xia Lun... how could she have agreed to such a thing?
Right, he is the Hero. As her rival, he naturally deserved the same treatment as her... She was just taking pity on him by letting him share the bed.
Heh, he must be feeling incredibly grateful to her right now.
Although the reasoning was a bit far-fetched, Aina successfully convinced herself, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of her lips without her even realizing it.
Xia Lun lay down somewhat nervously. Aina's behavior today had indeed left him at a loss.
"Aina... uh..."
"What is it?"
Aina slowly turned around. There wasn't much space on the bed, so the two were pressed very close together, their noses almost touching.
The sudden close contact made Aina's breath catch slightly.
She had to admit, this guy Xia Lun was quite handsome. Short black hair, deep blue eyes, exquisite and perfect features... he matched Aina's aesthetic preferences perfectly.
The two looked into each other's eyes, both a bit lost in the moment.
Xia Lun kissed Aina's lips, and Aina did not resist at all... even she herself was a bit surprised by this.
"It's nothing, go to sleep early," Xia Lun revealed a satisfied smile. "Good night."
"Goodnight," Aina muttered softly, turning back around.
Tsk, that guy's actions really startled me. My heart is beating a little fast.

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?!

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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.”

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!