"You two must not do such things!"
Aina tilted her head slightly, clearly confused by Kalinda's words.
Kalinda swallowed hard. She had long noticed the excessive closeness between Aina and Xia Lun, but she had assumed it was just the natural bond between two people who grew up relying on each other. Never did she imagine they had already crossed into forbidden territory...
Sharing the same bed? Kalinda didn’t believe for a second that nothing had happened between them.
"I already know, Aina. What you’re doing is wrong... Your children could also be at great risk, born abnormal." Kalinda pleaded earnestly.
Aina’s gaze sharpened. How did Kalinda know about her and Xia Lun’s child being abnormal? That was a matter from a thousand years ago.
"Though I don’t know what you’ve been through, your relationship will never be accepted by the world."
Aina frowned.
Could it be... that Kalinda had discovered their true identities as the Hero and the Demon King? Impossible.
Unless... her own identity wasn’t as simple as she and Xia Lun had assumed?
Aina’s mind raced, wondering whether she should subdue Kalinda immediately and force the truth out of her.
"What are you talking about?"
Xia Lun had woken up at some point and now stood behind Aina. "Ah, Teacher Kalinda, did you need something from us?"
Aina was dressed in a thin nightgown, while Xia Lun wore only shorts and a loose shirt—far too intimate for siblings, in Kalinda’s eyes.
"Yes! Something urgent!" Kalinda stared sternly at the two. As their elder, she felt she needed to be firm to make them listen.
After all, once she secured Wolund’s hand, they’d be calling her "Mother" anyway.
"Listen carefully, Xia Lun, Aina... siblings must not marry..."
"Siblings?"
Aina and Xia Lun exchanged puzzled glances.
"I’ve already figured it out. Your true identities—you’re both Wolund’s children, aren’t you? My instincts are never wrong." Kalinda pressed on.
Xia Lun’s face flickered with surprise. He hadn’t expected Kalinda to jump to that conclusion... though, thinking about it, it wasn’t entirely unreasonable from an outsider’s perspective.
To Kalinda, his reaction only confirmed her suspicions.
This couldn’t go on any longer!
For all she knew, Wolund might not even be aware of this. If these two ended up conceiving a child, the consequences would be disastrous.
She had to find Wolund and explain everything immediately!
......
"That’s the gist of it." Xia Lun summarized the situation plainly in front of Wolund. "Teacher Kalinda seems to think we’re committing incest."
Wolund sat stiffly at his desk, his back drenched in cold sweat.
The gazes of Xia Lun and Aina pierced through him like twin blades.
Kalinda stood to the side, utterly lost, her expression blank.
"Explain things to your woman, Wolund." Aina’s voice was as cool and detached as ever.
Your woman...
Hearing that term, Kalinda covered her mouth in barely contained excitement.
Wolund didn’t dare argue. Clearing his throat, he hurriedly explained, "Ahem... Kalinda, you’ve misunderstood. Xia Lun and Aina aren’t my children... I’ve never even been in a relationship."
"Neither have I!" Kalinda blurted out.
"Er... As for Xia Lun and Aina, they’re actually elders in my family," Wolund forced himself to continue.
"Elders? But Xia Lun looks so young..." Kalinda frowned in confusion.
"They’re of a higher generation."
A much higher generation.
Wolund didn’t dare lift his head to see the expressions on Xia Lun and Aina’s faces now.
Kalinda was usually so sharp and capable—how had she suddenly made such a blunder?
"I am Xia Lun’s lawfully wedded wife," Aina suddenly declared, making Wolund jolt upright in his seat.
"Even if Xia Lun and I were blood-related, you still shouldn’t interfere in others’ private affairs, Kalinda," Aina admonished.
"My apologies..." Kalinda wished the ground would swallow her whole.
She had assumed they were Wolund’s children and worried that any scandal would tarnish his reputation.
"Wolund, keep a tighter leash on your people. Don’t let her wander around unsupervised." Aina gave a light scoff, and Wolund shuddered again.
Xia Lun watched the scene unfold with amusement, blinking slowly.
Aina seemed to approve of Kalinda—was she subtly trying to push them together?
But Aina said nothing more, simply taking Xia Lun’s hand and leading him out of the office.
"That woman is the fertile, obedient type," Aina remarked out of nowhere.
"But Wolund doesn’t seem interested yet."
"Does he dare defy our wishes?" Aina replied flatly. "Wolund isn’t getting any younger. Other men his age are already grandfathers."
Xia Lun tilted his head. "Aina, why are you suddenly meddling in their relationship?"
"Because of children."
"Hm?"
"I remember you like children."
Aina gently rested a hand on her abdomen. "Who knows if we’ll ever have another chance... So why not let Wolund have one first? You can play with it. If you get bored, we’ll just return it to them."
Xia Lun: "..."
Aina seemed to have some misconceptions about how children worked.
Children, huh?
Xia Lun did indeed enjoy well-behaved, innocent children. Their hearts were still pure, untainted by the world’s corruption... Being around them, he could learn much.
But his and Aina’s own child had been the exception.
Xia Lun thought of Aise, his son—the demon who should never have existed.
His words and actions sent chills down Xia Lun’s spine. Whatever dwelled within Aise wasn’t human, but something more akin to an eldritch horror from beyond this world.
And yet, he was Aina and Xia Lun’s only child. Xia Lun had checked—there was no possession, no external force at work.
"Xia Lun."
Aina stopped in front of him, rose onto her toes, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his.
Before Xia Lun could respond, she covered his eyes with one hand. When she withdrew it, the scenery had shifted—they were back in their room.
Familiar flames flickered across their bodies as Aina pulled Xia Lun down onto the bed.
"What’s this about?" Xia Lun ran his fingers along Aina’s unfurled bat wings. "It’s still early."
Aina nipped at his ear and whispered:
"When troubled... one should do things that bring joy."

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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!

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.”

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...