Order Era, Year 1136.
"Wow... this bed is so soft and huge..."
Mo Lini hugged the pristine white pillow, rolling around excitedly on the bed.
She never imagined she’d one day live in a place like this.
A few people had suddenly appeared, claiming to be acquaintances of her ancestors, insisting she come with them for her own protection... Something about the whole situation felt off.
But Mo Lini had no power to resist—Principal Wolund and Professor Enlaisi were on their side, leaving her with no choice but to comply.
At first, she thought they might have sinister intentions, but after bringing her here, they seemed to have forgotten about her entirely, never bothering her again.
The door suddenly swung open.
"Mo Lini, how are you finding this place? Settling in alright?"
It was Liyana who entered.
Mo Lini’s hair was long, and soon Liyana saw a red ball of yarn happily rolling around on the bed.
Mo Lini lifted her head, staring blankly at Liyana standing in the doorway, her face flushing crimson.
"Seems like you’re enjoying yourself. That’s good—keep having fun. I won’t disturb you."
Liyana’s tone was teasing as she spoke, then she left, considerately closing the door behind her.
Mo Lini froze on the bed, hugging her knees, instinctively licking them as she curled into a tiny ball.
Ugh... she’d been seen in such an embarrassing state.
The door suddenly opened again, Liyana poking half her body through the gap.
"Oh, right! I almost forgot—I came to give you the key. Even though the manor has defensive barriers and no one could possibly intrude, it’s still good to lock the door out of habit... According to Xia Lun, it’s about the ‘ritual of daily life.’"
Liyana tossed a brass key onto the bed, right in front of the adorable little red creature. "Okay, now I’m really leaving. Won’t bother you anymore."
Bang—
The door slammed shut.
Aaaah, she’d been seen again... Mo Lini collapsed onto the bed, limbs splayed out, then clawed at her cheeks in frustration.
What was that elf woman even doing?
What was her life going to be like from now on...?
Outside the door, Liyana vigorously slapped her own cheeks.
Mo Lini... Mo Lini is so cute! What kind of ultimate-level adorable creature is this?!
No! She already had Delyan—she couldn’t let herself fall for another woman. She couldn’t be unfaithful!
Right, she’d go find Delyan right now. She wouldn’t come back tonight.
......
"You seem distracted?"
Delyan let out a soft murmur before smoothing her disheveled hair.
Liyana’s body stiffened slightly.
"Hmm?" Delyan narrowed her eyes, propping herself up on one arm beside Liyana. "What’s wrong, my dear elf? Is there something you can’t tell me?"
"N-no... nothing." Liyana stammered.
"You look awfully guilty." Delyan’s gaze sharpened. "Don’t tell me... you’ve taken up with a man behind my back? Is it that Xia Lun guy? You’ve been spending so much time with him lately..."
"No! Don’t say nonsense like that! Xia Lun is just a good friend—nothing could ever happen between us!" Liyana hurriedly denied.
"Oh? Then what is it?" Delyan, for the first time, seized the upper hand, pinning Liyana beneath her.
"I... I’m sorry, Delyan. I think I’ve developed feelings for another woman." Liyana’s face burned, but she forced the truth out.
"Huh?" Delyan blinked. "That’s it? Have you two already...?"
"No!" Liyana shook her head frantically. "I just... I feel like I’ve emotionally cheated on you. I’m so sorry."
Delyan burst into laughter.
"You’re... not mad?" Liyana asked timidly.
"I feel like I should be, but..." Delyan leaned down, nipping at Liyana’s long, pointed ear. "So, do you not like me anymore?"
"Of course not! I’ve seriously thought about spending my whole life with you!" Liyana protested.
"You’re such a smooth talker." Delyan scoffed. "And yet, you’ve fallen for someone else."
Liyana fell silent.
"But... I don’t hate it. Liyana, you’re an honest girl. Maybe that’s what I love about you." Delyan pinched Liyana’s cheeks playfully.
"So, you mean..."
"I forgive you." Delyan flipped her hair. "Now, who’s the woman who caught your eye?"
"It’s... Mo Lini." Liyana confessed.
"Ah, her. That makes sense." Delyan’s expression shifted slightly. "Mo Lini really is incredibly cute... The students even call her the ‘Ultimate Adorable Creature.’"
"Huh—?" Liyana blinked.
"You’re interested in Mo Lini?"
"Y-yeah, I guess..." Liyana shrank back.
"Fine. I won’t stop you from pursuing her—if you can win her over, that is. But I have one condition."
"Condition?"
Delyan licked her lips. "Once you’ve got Mo Lini, I want in too."
Liyana: "......"
......
"That’s the situation! Xia Lun, give me some advice—what should I do now?" Liyana pleaded.
"I think it’s simple." The first to answer was Aina, who was clinging to Xia Lun’s arm.
Liyana’s face lit up. "Really? Aina?"
"Of course." Aina shot her a disdainful look. "A two-timing scumbag like you should just die... Xia Lun, let’s not talk to this kind of person. We’ll get tainted."
Liyana: "......"
Xia Lun sighed helplessly. "I don’t think I should interfere in your love life. But personally, as long as everyone involved is okay with it, outsiders shouldn’t have a say..."
Liyana’s eyes sparkled with hope.
"Xia Lun... my dear Hero, what are you saying? You think someone who wants to date two people at once deserves forgiveness?"
Xia Lun felt Aina’s grip tighten around his arm.
Seeing the danger, Liyana hastily fled.
"Ah... yes, that’s right. Many nobles among you humans have multiple wives and concubines... Hero-sama, your status is no less than theirs, is it? When do you plan to find another ‘little sister’ for me?"
Aina looked up with a sweet, terrifying smile.
"What are you talking about, Demon King-sama?" Xia Lun leaned in, whispering into her ear. "Have you forgotten? Everything I have left—my freedom, my life—it all belongs to you."
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.”
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...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
