Era of Order, Year 1138.
"Xia Lun, oh, Xia Lun."
"What is it?"
"I think we should talk about our life ideals," Aina said, keeping a straight face.
Xia Lun leaned in close to Aina's ear and whispered something suggestive.
"You misunderstood, Xia Lun. I'm talking about our ultimate goal in life. When it comes down to it, what are we living for?" Aina coughed lightly and continued asking.
Xia Lun leaned into Aina's ear again and whispered some more suggestive words.
"That's not it at all!"
"Then what could it be?"
"Forget it, I'm not talking to you anymore."
Xia Lun chuckled. Had this girl entered sage mode?
But he certainly hadn't.
A moment later.
"Xia Lun... you're even more energetic today than you were on our wedding night," Aina sighed faintly.
"Yeah, because I feel like I love you more and more every time." Xia Lun's fingertips gently traced the outline of her slightly flushed cheek.
The tips of Aina's ears turned a faint red. Ever since they got married, this guy could say the most incredibly cheesy things without missing a beat.
"But even if you say things like that, you still have to wait until I've rested up."
"Am I that kind of person? Aina, I say these sweet nothings simply because I want to confess my true feelings to you. It has absolutely nothing to do with anything else." Xia Lun immediately put on the righteous look of a perfect gentleman, speaking so convincingly that Aina almost believed him.
"I can use my wings to help you."
"You misunderstand, Aina. This is just a normal reaction. In my heart, I'm actually not that indulgent; I just want to spend some quality time with you." Xia Lun coughed lightly in embarrassment.
"Do you really not need it?" The blood wings on Aina's back unfurled before Xia Lun. Like a merchant peddling her wares, Aina reached out and pinched the fleshy membrane of her wings. "Look, my wings are soft and warm. They'll definitely satisfy you."
"Mhm... I really don't need it." After thinking it over for a moment, Xia Lun still refused.
Aina pursed her lips. If she could convince Xia Lun to take a shortcut using other methods, things would be much easier for her.
Suddenly, a soft knock came from the door.
"Lady Aina," Feina's deliberately lowered voice came through the door. "The meal you ordered has been placed outside." This was followed by the faint rustle of a skirt brushing against the floor as footsteps quickly faded away.
Xia Lun looked at Aina, and Aina looked back at Xia Lun.
"You go get it," Aina urged, stretching out a leg to gently kick Xia Lun.
"Why me?" Xia Lun raised an eyebrow.
"Because I'm not wearing any clothes, of course," Aina grumbled playfully.
"But I'm not wearing anything either." Xia Lun looked down at his bare chest, which still bore the wet marks left behind when Aina sucked his blood and bit his neck.
"You're fine. What does it matter if a grown man like you goes shirtless?" Aina snorted lightly and pulled the blanket up, revealing only her shimmering, expressive eyes. "If I went out topless and my subordinates saw me, what would happen? What would they think of me?"
It was a trap question.
Given Aina's petty jealousy, if he were to be seen naked by others, who knew how badly her jar of vinegar would spill.
Xia Lun silently threw off the covers and got out of bed. He casually grabbed a black robe scattered by the bedside, draped it over himself, and deftly tied the belt.
"Xia Lun, that robe is mine!" Aina exclaimed loudly, recognizing the unique patterns on its hem.
"Oh, no wonder it feels a bit small and tight." Xia Lun wrapped the robe tighter around himself, clearly having no intention of taking it off.
"Aren't you going to change?"
"Why bother? A robe is a robe, they're all about the same." Xia Lun lifted the cuff to his nose and took a sniff. A familiar, cool, and elegant fragrance unique to Aina drifted into his nasal cavity, making him feel completely refreshed.
If he hadn't grown used to smelling it all the time, Xia Lun might have suspected that Aina marinated herself in mint.
"Besides, it's not like I'm going out," Xia Lun argued plausibly. "I'm just going to the door to grab something. I'll have to take it off again when I get back anyway."
"You said it yourself," Aina grinned, revealing her sharp little fangs.
Aina's words made Xia Lun feel a bit confused as to their meaning.
He opened the door. A dining cart was parked outside, and Xia Lun pushed it straight into the room.
Suddenly, Xia Lun noticed a few gazes. He turned his head and saw two little heads peeking out from behind the wall at the corner of the hallway.
Making eye contact with Xia Lun, Feina and Niya's heads retracted behind the wall like gophers.
Niya lowered her voice, "Sister Feina, is he really Lady Aina's husband?"
Feina cupped her heated cheeks with both hands, "Of course he is... but why is he wearing Lady Aina's robe? And that neckline is so..."
Niya covered her mouth, "So that means he and Lady Aina really... did it?"
Feina said as a matter of course, "Isn't that obvious! They already had a child before, so they definitely..."
As she spoke, Feina's cheeks grew redder and redder, and puffs of white smoke began to rise from her head.
"Sister Feina, I didn't expect you to be surprisingly innocent," Niya glanced at Feina's chest. "Even though you have such an indecent figure."
"Huh? What are you saying?"
"It's understandable. After all, Sister Feina's mind is completely filled with how to serve Lady Aina, so she definitely hasn't had any contact with men," Niya said expressionlessly.
Feina pinched Niya's cheeks hard, "What about you, Niya? You speak as if you're so experienced."
Niya tilted her head up slightly, "I've read a lot of human romance novels. My body already contains the powerful force of pure love..."
This little girl was starting to say things she couldn't understand again.
Feina sighed and ignored her.
...
"Aina... can you let me go now?"
"Xia Lun, I warned you earlier." Aina giggled. "You were the one who wouldn't listen, what can I do?"
Xia Lun was helplessly controlled by the robe he was wearing, feeding Aina like a mechanical puppet.
He never expected that Aina's clothes, infused with her blood, would act as if they were alive and directly take over his body.
Man and clothing as one, the Divine Robe Aina!
Naturally, Xia Lun couldn't rely on brute force to break free of his restraints. If he ruined Aina's robe, there was no telling what kind of outrageous demands Aina would make of him.
"Aina, even if you let me go, I can still feed you your meal... Even mouth-to-mouth is fine."
"Xia Lun, it's not me actively controlling you to do these things. My blood naturally follows my instincts... I don't control that robe. Even if you kiss the tips of my toes to beg me, it won't be of any use." A sly gleam flashed in Aina's eyes. "By the way, this blood robe is my favorite, so you are absolutely not allowed to break it."
Xia Lun remained silent.
Earlier, when Aina was burning with fiery passion, she hadn't shown the slightest bit of hesitation.
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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.”
