"Alright, Aina, don't be angry... That kid is Mida's friend."
Xia Lun put his arm around Aina's shoulders and whispered comfortingly.
"Heh, Xia Lun, that brat actually called me 'Auntie'? Do I look very old?" Aina squeezed out a cold sneer through her teeth, a cold light flashing in her blood-red eyes.
"Of course not! Aina, he definitely addressed you based on seniority. You are Mida's mother, and as a Demon King, he is of the same generation as Mida, which is why he called you that." Xia Lun hurriedly explained, his warm breath brushing past Aina's ear. "Your appearance is clearly only eighteen, or even younger... Right, it must be that your aura is too mature, so that brat misspoke in a moment of daze."
"If you hadn't stopped me, I definitely would have torn off his pair of bird wings and roasted them." Aina snorted coldly.
Xia Lun hugged Aina and fell back onto the sofa.
That arrogant junior had suddenly entered the house, and then simply said: "Auntie, are you the master of this house? Come and duel with me!"
Then Aina fulfilled his wish.
Olides was directly dragged out of the space by Aina and subjected to quite a brutal ravaging. Xia Lun didn't even know how Aina made her move, but Olides suffered an invisible, heavy blow.
Later, even Xia Lun, who was watching the battle from the side, couldn't bear to watch anymore.
In the end, it was Xia Lun who, with a helpless smile, grabbed Aina's wrist to put an end to this one-sided duel, casually throwing the half-dead Olides directly out of the house.
There was no suspense at all. Even a Demon King of illustrious prestige in this world was no different from an infant in front of Aina.
"You are already an adult, Aina. Don't lower yourself to the level of an immature child like him..." Xia Lun's fingertips gently combed through her smooth silver hair, still earnestly trying to persuade her.
"Hmph! Your wife was called old, and you didn't even show any reaction." Aina turned her head away as if throwing a tantrum, refusing to meet his eyes and not wanting to talk to Xia Lun. "Anyway, you must be thinking the same thing in your heart. After all, when I first met you, I was already a hundred years old."
"How could that be! Aina, in my heart, you will always be the youngest. Moreover, at our realm, what meaning does age have?" A flash of inspiration crossed Xia Lun's eyes, finding a new excuse. "Aina, you have to think about it this way... What measures a person's actual age shouldn't be how long they have lived, but how much longer they can live."
Aina tilted her head. "What does that mean?"
Xia Lun cleared his throat and explained in detail. "Because the lifespans of each race are different... Just like comparing elves and humans. Even if, to humans, Liyana is already so old, if measured by the long lifespan of the elven race, she can still barely be called a young girl.
And we have an incredibly long lifespan ahead of us, so relatively speaking, our lives are just at the starting stage. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say we are infants."
"You mean, calculated this way, we are actually younger than that arrogant guy just now?"
"Yes, exactly."
Aina pouted, the displeasure not completely dissipating. "But I'm still upset."
Xia Lun got up from the sofa and shook his arms. "Then how about this, I'll go out and beat him up again."
Aina's eyes immediately lit up, and she kissed Xia Lun heavily on the cheek. "Darling, you're the best!"
Xia Lun walked towards the outside of the house.
If he did it himself, he would know his limits and wouldn't accidentally kill or cripple the guy.
Creak—
The wooden door opened.
Xia Lun's appearance immediately attracted the attention of the three people on the snow.
Xia Lun arrived in front of Olides.
"Father." Mida eagerly ran behind Xia Lun.
"My Lord." Olides's attitude also appeared very respectful, while carrying a trace of trepidation.
If Xia Lun hadn't stopped that terrifying, furious woman earlier, he might still be getting beaten senseless right now, or perhaps drifting aimlessly in a chaotic space.
Arrogance also required strength and capital, otherwise, it was just a clown making a fool of himself.
Xia Lun wasn't surprised at all by Olides's change in attitude.
Some kids just needed a good thrashing.
Xia Lun pointed at Olides and said under the other party's somewhat dazed gaze, "Come, I'll duel with you."
Olides shook his head in some fear, but Xia Lun wasn't asking for his opinion.
Aina had already called him "Darling," so it was impossible for him to just hold back now.
Xia Lun took a step forward, and the surrounding space rippled, then collapsed and shattered, sweeping the two of them into the spatial turbulence.
"Whoa!" Liyana was startled by Xia Lun's sudden action and quickly retreated a few hundred meters, then shouted toward the spatial rift, "Xia Lun! This is very dangerous, you know!"
Mida stood on the edge of the spatial rift, looking inside with some curiosity.
Olides's wails came from inside, and Mida's expressionless little face moved slightly.
Too terrifying, he was screaming more miserably than when she got spanked.
Unlike Aina's one-sided, slicing-like abuse, Xia Lun's attacks seemed much more normal. It was a flesh-to-flesh beating, with at least some recognizable moves.
Perhaps because of his previous fear of Aina, after being beaten for a while, Olides realized that he could barely keep up with Xia Lun's speed, so he began to slowly parry.
And then... Xia Lun sped up his punches.
Olides immediately gave up resisting again, only able to let Xia Lun hammer him like a fish on a chopping block.
Although it hurt... it wasn't fatal. Olides knew that Xia Lun was definitely holding back.
Where on earth did these two monsters come from? To think there were such existences in this world?
If facing Aina made Olides feel a crushing despair, then facing Xia Lun brought a deep sense of powerlessness. Even though he seemed to be within arm's reach, in reality, no matter what he did, he could never truly catch up to the other party.
A moment later, Xia Lun dragged Olides out of the spatial rift, threw him back onto the snow, and clapped his hands.
Olides now looked even more bruised and swollen, appearing quite miserable. But in reality, they were all minor physical injuries that were harmless, and he would quickly recover on his own... Aina had truly been ruthless before.
"Do you know your mistake?" Xia Lun's tone was like that of a parent who had just disciplined a child.
"I... I know." Olides didn't dare to make a peep.
"Mm, good. Then go play by yourself, behave a little, and get out of here quickly after the matters are resolved in a few days."
Olides, who had been subjected to a mixed doubles beating by the couple, revealed a smile uglier than crying and replied, "Yes, My Lord. As you command, My Lord."

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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.”

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

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!