Luo Lun's eyes fixed on the girl who had suddenly appeared in front of her, alarm bells ringing in her heart.
Luo Lun had not noticed at all when Mida appeared.
Even though Mida was standing right in front of her, her aura felt no different from an ordinary person's in her perception... yet an extremely strong sense of vigilance rose in Luo Lun's heart.
Mida... was this the legendary Frost Demon King? One of the five Demon Kings of the demon race?
Could it just be a coincidence of sharing the same name?
Luo Lun looked at the adorable little thing in front of her, swallowing hard. Little Mida's cuteness was not the slightest bit lower than Mo Lini's—ice-blue long hair, a chubby but expressionless little face, and a blue-and-white long dress that perfectly complemented her doll-like delicate features.
This adorable creature was a Demon King? That was simply too absurd.
Right now, Luo Lun only wanted to reach out and pinch those unusually soft-looking cheeks, but reason, or perhaps the desire to survive, ultimately killed off this dangerous thought.
If she did that... she had the feeling she would die.
Mida suddenly came in front of Mo Lini.
"Hello, I am Mo Lini..." Noticing that Mida was staring intently at her, Mo Lini took the initiative to greet her.
Mida nodded, still staring unblinkingly at Mo Lini... or rather, at Little Lan on her head.
Mida gulped.
Little Lan was instantly frightened, jumping down and burrowing into Mo Lini's arms.
"This one cannot be eaten." Aina's voice carried unquestionable authority as she curled her finger and gently tapped Mida's smooth forehead.
"Oh." Warned by her mother, a trace of regret flashed through Mida's ice-blue eyes, and her little mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
Little Lan gave off a very tempting scent, which indeed made Mida want to devour it completely.
But since her mother forbade her from eating it... Mida still had at least that much self-control.
Aina took out a piece of ice crystal and handed it to Mida. Mida's eyes immediately lit up, and she began to gnaw on it right in front of everyone.
In no time at all, that palm-sized ice crystal was crunched and devoured clean like a thin cracker.
"Little Lan cannot be eaten! It is my friend, please don't eat it." Hearing that Little Lan was actually on Mida's menu, Mo Lini was instantly startled.
"Friend?"
Mida tilted her head.
She clearly could not quite understand what it felt like to be friends with a fragrant, soft little cake.
"Alright, alright! Let's stop talking about this, let's get ready to set off!" Liyana pointed at the vast snowy plains in the distance.
Under Xia Lun's lead, the group walked out of Nisang City.
Due to the uniqueness of its location, Sangni City did not have city walls or gates, nor were there soldiers guarding any walls; anyone could freely enter and leave.
However, the order here was quite good. Snow Spirits were a rather honest and dutiful race, and the power they could exert in this environment was quite strong, so ordinary people did not dare to provoke them casually.
The freezing wind was piercing, scraping like a knife against... the magic barrier condensed by Aina.
Hiding behind Aina, who blocked most of the wind and snow, the group actually did not feel very cold.
"By the way, if we aren't going to buy snow wolf dogs, how are we supposed to get to our destination?" Mo Lini suddenly asked. She glanced at the endless snowy domain, where she could faintly see a small peak in the extreme distance; that should be the Sacred Peak.
Actually, she was still thinking a bit about those cute dogs.
The wedding ring on Xia Lun's hand flashed, releasing a carriage cabin.
The sudden wind and snow obscured their vision; here, they could no longer see the city, nor could they see any traces of people.
"Go inside," Xia Lun motioned for Mo Lini and the others to enter the carriage cabin.
Liyana's bright eyes looked at Xia Lun. "Xia Lun, are you staying outside?"
"Yes."
"Then I want to stay outside too!" Liyana had clearly guessed something, her face full of excitement, and then she looked at Mida with some apprehension. "Um, is that okay?"
"I do not mind." Mida kept a straight face on her delicate but emotionless little visage, her tone flat, revealing not the slightest emotion.
"What are you talking about?" Mo Lini poked Liyana's arm; she was clearly still completely confused.
"Children should just stay obediently inside the cabin, it's very dangerous outside." Liyana patted Mo Lini's shoulder. "Just open a window to take a peek, don't stick your head out... Luo Lun, please keep an eye on her."
"Huh?" Luo Lun was also looking bewildered.
The next moment, a dazzling blue light radiated from Mida's body, as if a star had exploded on the snowfield. Subsequently, her figure rapidly expanded and stretched within the light. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a hundred-meter-long behemoth.
"Oh—!" Liyana let out an incredible gasp of amazement.
Inside the cabin, Luo Lun and Mo Lini's eyes almost popped out of their sockets; the massive shock rendered them instantly speechless.
Mida spread her dragon wings, stirring up a terrifying hurricane, and then slowly lowered her head in front of the cabin; her massive dragon head was taller than the carriage itself.
As Mida's gigantic vertical pupils opened, Luo Lun felt as if her soul was going to be frozen.
"Wow... wow..." After a brief mental blank, Mo Lini finally found her voice, letting out an exclamation of disbelief perfectly in tune with Liyana's.
Xia Lun brought Aina along and lightly leaped, jumping directly onto the top of Mida's head.
Liyana hurriedly followed them up.
"Whoosh—"
The sound of wind breaking came from outside, and then, Mida's dragon claws, which could easily crush a mountain peak, firmly gripped the frame of the cabin. Her massive body suddenly exerted force, soaring into the sky with an unrivaled momentum.
"So... so amazing! We're flying!"
At first, Mo Lini was still a little afraid, but upon realizing that Mida's dragon claws were holding the cabin steadily and that it was impossible to fall, she relaxed.
Luo Lun also looked out the window with a face full of wonder, overlooking the rapidly shrinking, magnificent snowfield covered in wind and snow below.
Flying by oneself and being carried by a legendary dragon to soar through the skies were naturally two entirely different experiences.
From above came the sounds of Liyana's wild shrieking.
"Help... help me!"
"It's too fast, the speed is way too fast... so scary! Xia Lun, you have to hold onto me tight! If I fall, I will definitely be crushed to death!"
Xia Lun said helplessly, "Alright, you were the one who said you wanted to be outside, can you stop hugging my thigh?"
Then, Xia Lun paused. "Even if you fall, Mida could definitely catch you and bring you back."
Fortunately, the torture did not last too long. Flying at such a rapid speed, Mida quickly arrived back at the Sacred Peak.
Stepping out of the cabin, Mo Lini was astonished to find that in such a short amount of time, a thick, unbreakable layer of ice and snow had already condensed on the outside of the carriage; one could only imagine just how fast Mida had been flying.
Xia Lun helped the swaying Liyana down from Mida's head.
"Blergh—"
Liyana threw up a rainbow in the snow.
This girl had, much to everyone's amusement, gotten dragon-sick.
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'!"
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.
