"Mr. Xia Lun... are you Lady Aina's student?" A mage in a deep blue robe asked hesitantly, his tone laced with curiosity and respect.
"Ahem... yes," Xia Lun coughed lightly.
When out in the world, your identity is whatever you make it.
Xia Lun subconsciously tensed his face, trying his best to look the part of Aina's student.
"Then your accomplishments in magic must be quite outstanding, otherwise Lady Aina would never have chosen you." The other party's tone carried genuine admiration.
"I suppose... so." Xia Lun was someone who had seen his fair share of grand spectacles, so his face maintained a calm and composed expression.
"Then could I ask for your advice on the relationship between the anti-mana resonant frequency of repelling-stone transport devices and mana concentration? I've been researching this lately." The mage who had struck up the conversation looked at Xia Lun with a face full of expectation.
He truly had no ulterior motives and wasn't trying to make things difficult for Xia Lun; he simply wanted to hear another person's perspective for reference.
"Uh..."
Xia Lun's expression instantly froze.
Those convoluted terms smashed into him like magic missiles. He hadn't even fully caught what the other person was asking.
Anti-mana resonant frequency... mana concentration... repelling-stone transport devices? What in the world was all that?
"Ah, my apologies, is magical material science not your area of expertise? I was being too presumptuous." The mage suddenly realized something and immediately apologized. After all, not everyone was a genius across all magical fields like Lady Aina.
Furthermore, Xia Lun looked like a very young human. His accumulated knowledge naturally couldn't compare to those long-lived scholars who were easily hundreds of years old.
"Ahem... it's nothing. Ah... you were asking about the relationship between the anti-mana resonant frequency of repelling-stone transport devices and mana concentration, right? I believe the relative relationship between the two is influenced by many factors. The most prominent of these is naturally the quality of the repelling stones, followed by the mana concentration. However, maintaining an environment with high mana concentration is a very extravagant endeavor that consumes a massive amount of magic stones, making it rather impractical for actual operation. In addition to this, temperature is also a highly crucial metric. Temperature variables are frequently overlooked and underestimated... If one could integrate a magic tool that controls temperature, it might very well improve the transmission efficiency of the repelling-stone transport device."
Xia Lun spouted a long string of professional jargon that he himself didn't understand, his tone even carrying a kind of well-thought-out steadiness.
Aina naturally couldn't let her husband lose face in public, so she secretly used telepathy to directly feed him the conclusion.
Xia Lun was merely mechanically repeating what Aina said.
Having fluently delivered this long string of professional terminology, even he felt a little dazed.
"So that's how it is! What a unique perspective!" The questioning mage's eyes sparkled with brilliance. "As expected of Lady Aina's student... Thank you so much, your line of thought has been a great help to me."
This exchange immediately attracted the attention of more people, and Xia Lun instantly became the center of a small discussion circle.
"Hello, Mr. Xia Lun... I would like to ask for your guidance regarding the spatial coordinate settings of spatial magic tools..."
"Mr. Xia Lun! I have a question too! Regarding the energy conflicts in composite elemental arrays..."
"Mr. Xia Lun, please..."
Xia Lun answered their questions fluidly and naturally, while Aina sat to the side, her eyes slightly narrowed as she elegantly sipped her tea.
Aina's long eyelashes drooped, concealing the faint, teasing smile hidden in the depths of her eyes. Whenever a question was thrown at Xia Lun, her cool and precise telepathic voice would chime in his mind at just the right moment, serving as his most solid backing.
No matter how thorny the problem, Xia Lun was able to provide a highly reasonable solution.
The way the people present looked at Xia Lun gradually changed. From their initial curiosity and slight scrutiny, their gazes completely transformed into amazement and admiration.
"What an incredible genius... No wonder even Lady Aina took him in as a student and kept him by her side to personally instruct him."
"He still looks quite young, doesn't he? To think his knowledge is so profound and extensive..."
"Even his problem-solving approach is exactly the same as Lady Aina's! He is definitely a student trained by Lady Aina."
Xia Lun's performance left everyone staring in awe, and gasps of admiration rose one after another.
Professor Manrid, who had been silently observing all along, shifted his gaze back and forth between Xia Lun's overly young human face and the leisurely and content Aina. His grizzled eyebrows furrowed slightly, revealing a trace of deep thought. Given the growth rate of humans, achieving such depth and breadth in the field of magic was truly somewhat inconceivable.
He stroked his beard, his eyes gradually becoming profound.
Aina noticed Professor Manrid's gaze and slowly raised her head to meet his eyes, saying nothing. Professor Manrid was slightly taken aback, but then, as if he had understood something, his furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curled into a meaningful smile.
Just as the atmosphere was reaching its peak, a voice laced with obvious confusion and hesitation interjected:
"Uh... Mr. Xia Lun? And... Lady... Aina?"
Xia Lun turned his head to look, and a somewhat familiar face caught his eye.
"Ah, it's Mr. Goth."
Xia Lun still had some impression of this person. Back in Olifendo, they had explored the Ashen Corridor labyrinth together.
"You've already graduated from Olifendo? Congratulations." Xia Lun smiled and reached out to shake hands with Goth.
"Ah... I came with my mentor. I heard there would be an important figure giving a lecture today, but I never expected..." Goth's gaze was somewhat complicated.
He never expected that the important figure his mentor had mentioned would actually be his former teammate.
"However, Mr. Xia Lun, I remember that back then, you and Lady Aina were..." Goth's gaze lingered on Xia Lun and Aina for a moment.
The intimate behavior between Xia Lun and Aina back then made them look like a young couple no matter how you looked at it. How had they suddenly turned into a teacher and student?
Xia Lun discreetly winked at Goth. Goth was slightly taken aback, but he tactfully shut his mouth, subsequently revealing a hint of solemnity.
"Who is that young man? He knows Lady Aina?"
"He seems to be a newcomer who hasn't been here long, having come here after graduating from Olifendo."
"He's the student that old fellow Quian just took in."
"Quian? Didn't he say he wasn't taking any more students?"
"Oh, please, this is already his third final student." ...
"Lady Aina, long time no see," Goth bowed slightly toward Aina.
"Mhm," Aina nodded lightly in response, offering no other reaction.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Goth was here to network and build connections.
After returning, he would definitely receive more attention and importance.
But Aina didn't mind and was quite cooperative with him.
After all, in this place, one's true ability was the only foundation for establishing a foothold.
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!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.
