Niya had grown accustomed to life in the ancient castle.
The warm room, delicious food, and even wearing the same comfortable, exquisite dresses as everyone else... Although the training was strict, compared to her past days, this bit of hardship was hardly worth mentioning.
Feina was a veteran here and quickly helped her get familiar with the place.
During a casual chat, Niya could not help but ask about Lady Aina's husband.
"Him... He is quite an extraordinary figure." Feina lowered her voice, her eyes filled with awe. "The legendary human hero, the very one who personally sealed away the Demon King."
Niya's eyes widened in surprise. "Eh? But we are demons? Lady Aina is also a vampire..."
"That is exactly what shows Lady Aina's profound foresight." Feina's tone was full of admiration. "Perhaps she foresaw the crisis long ago and personally infiltrated the humans to capture that hero's heart... Because of this, after the Demon King was sealed, the hero did not drive our demon race to extinction. Lady Aina's contributions to the current peace between humans and demons are indispensable."
Niya opened her small mouth in astonishment.
She felt that something was a bit strange.
"Alright, go attend your classes seriously. I heard Lady Aina say your talent is quite good." Feina pinched Niya's cheek. "Study hard, and perhaps you might receive Lady Aina's blessing in the future."
"Blessing?"
"The Blood of the Progenitor, which is Lady Aina's lifeblood... Lady Aina told me before that she will be leaving this place later. When the time comes, she will bestow her lifeblood and power to cultivate her most loyal confidants to manage the affairs of the vampires in her stead."
Niya blinked, somewhat hesitant. "Is it really okay... to tell me about this?"
Feina shrugged her shoulders. "What does it matter? Everyone knows... Hehe, I will tell you a secret: I have actually already been chosen. You have to work hard too."
Niya was not surprised by this.
Feina's status here was clearly different from the others, and Aina would let her handle many matters.
Feina's right hand brushed up the long hair by Niya's ear. "If you can also receive Lady Aina's blessing... your hair could turn snow-white too. With your foundation, it would definitely be very beautiful."
A different kind of light suddenly appeared in Niya's eyes.
As a half-blood, her hair was a mix of pale gray and yellow. It was the mark of her mixed heritage and the root of her father's disgust toward her.
"I... I will work hard."
Just then, Feina's expression suddenly turned stern, and she instantly stood up straight. Niya also straightened her back as a reflex.
"I am going out. Feina, come with me." Aina's cold and clear voice rang out from behind.
"Yes, Lady Aina," Feina replied respectfully.
Aina's footsteps paused slightly, and she glanced at Niya beside Feina. "Niya, you come along too."
"Yes... Yes! Lady Aina!" Niya's voice carried irrepressible excitement.
"Silence." Aina frowned almost imperceptibly.
"Yes... Yes..." Niya immediately covered her mouth, her small face flushing red.
"In front of Lady Aina, try to speak as little as possible... Just follow quietly," Feina secretly transmitted her voice to Niya, who nodded gently.
Because of her past experiences at home, Niya was destined to have a cold and silent personality. However, when facing Aina, Niya always found it somewhat difficult to manage the emotions in her heart.
Aina took the two of them and soared into the sky.
After landing, a tall, ancient-looking building stood before them.
"This is..."
"An auction house," Feina explained softly to Niya. "Lady Aina must have set her sights on some material."
Niya found it a bit strange. "With Lady Aina's status, does she still need to come in person?"
"She just wanted to come out for a stroll."
The figure and aura of Aina in front of them dissipated silently like ripples on water.
Niya was momentarily stunned.
"It is fine. Lady Aina is still here; she just hid her presence... After all, if she showed up in person, absolutely no one would dare to bid against her."
"Huh..." Niya was a bit surprised, and then she watched as Feina also put on a mask.
"Sister Feina, what is this for?"
"Despite how I look, I am actually quite famous outside. After all, I have followed Lady Aina for so long... Someone might recognize me," Feina said softly. "So, you will be in charge of bidding at this auction."
"Eh? Me?"
"Rest assured, there is no need to be nervous. You just need to call out the price." Feina patted Niya's shoulder. "Lady Aina said that if there are any other little trinkets that catch our eye, we can also bid on one or two to take back."
Niya shook her head repeatedly; she would not dare to actually bid on something for herself.
Although she was not good at dealing with such occasions, having Feina by her side allowed Niya to relax a little.
Niya did not really understand. Clearly, as long as Lady Aina said the word, anything would be delivered right to the ancient castle... Why go to all this trouble?
"That would break the rules," Feina explained to Niya.
"Rules?"
"Yes. Even though this auction house is a vampire property and Lady Aina could get whatever she wants with ease, if this precedent is set, the long-established rules would quietly collapse. The resulting chain reaction might not be what Her Ladyship desires."
Niya nodded in half-understanding, vaguely grasping the order and balance involved.
"That is why Lady Aina rarely does things that break the rules..."
Feina suddenly clutched her head, as if she had just been flicked.
"Ugh, apologies, Lady Aina."
Entering the auction house, Feina led Niya straight to the VIP seats on the second floor.
This spot offered a bird's-eye view of the entire venue and was clearly reserved exclusively for distinguished guests.
Looking down, a sea of people surged, and there were no empty seats, but the second floor was practically empty.
Without too much of an opening speech, the auction quickly commenced.
Precious collectibles were brought to the stage one by one... The exaggerated numbers made Niya secretly click her tongue, feeling no sense of reality.
Niya's former family was a declining minor nobility. Although her father held a noble title, he did not have many assets. Yet, her father would occasionally spend large sums of money buying flashy but useless things just to keep up appearances.
Niya had never understood her father's actions. If that money were put into daily expenses, their standard of living would definitely have improved by a level...
"Niya." Feina called Niya's attention back. "That is Lady Aina's target for today."
Niya looked toward the stage. It was a strangely shaped piece of wood; she had no idea what kind of material it was.
"How much should I bid?" Niya asked quietly.
"One hundred thousand gold coins."
"Oh." Niya raised the paddle in her hand, even though the starting price of that material was only ten thousand gold coins.
"One hundred thousand!"

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.”

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

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.

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!