"Damn, damn, damn, Aotian, something's off with you, damn..."
The first person to notice Long Aotian's unusual state was Xu Shuai.
His repeated exclamations of "damn" made it clear he'd stumbled upon something shocking.
His dramatic reaction drew Huang Fei and Li Longlong's attention to Long Aotian, who had just returned to the dorm.
At first glance, however, they couldn't spot anything different about him.
Long Aotian chuckled at Xu Shuai. "What's off about me?"
His question made Huang Fei and Li Longlong turn to Xu Shuai, waiting for an explanation.
"You're drained!"
The dorm fell silent at those words.
Seeing Long Aotian's momentary stunned expression, Xu Shuai knew he'd hit the mark.
"What's going on?" Huang Fei asked, playfully punching Long Aotian's shoulder.
His muscles felt just as firm as ever—if not more so.
"No, it's different. Really different," Xu Shuai insisted.
"Then spit it out already! What's different?" Li Longlong couldn't stand the suspense.
Xu Shuai sniffed the air before speaking. "First, his scent changed. Can't you guys smell it?"
Huang Fei and Li Longlong took a whiff and immediately noticed it too—Long Aotian now carried a faint, pleasant fragrance.
It wasn't heavy like cologne but more refreshing, like shampoo mixed with an indescribable freshness.
Seeing their realization, Xu Shuai smirked and continued. "Second, haven’t you noticed he seems a little worn out today?"
"Like he’s lost a lot of energy. Think about how he usually is."
Xu Shuai spoke with confidence—after all, he’d been in the same state not long ago, after getting together with Wang Lijuan.
There was a clear difference between a man who’d been with a woman and one who hadn’t.
Normally, no matter how late Long Aotian returned, he was always full of energy, sharp in his movements.
But today, his eyes held a lingering satisfaction, his face bore subtle exhaustion, and even his steps seemed less brisk.
All signs pointed to one thing—Long Aotian had definitely been up late, and only prolonged intimate contact could leave such a lingering scent.
Late nights, long hours of closeness—Xu Shuai would bet his life something had happened.
"Hey, now that you mention it, he’s got dark circles too!" Li Longlong exclaimed, as if uncovering something hilarious.
But his laughter died abruptly when the implications sank in.
Faint fragrance, dark circles, exhaustion...
What exactly was he laughing about?
For a moment, Li Longlong felt incredibly foolish.
Long Aotian didn’t deny it.
He had been putting in work these past two days. After the first inexperienced attempt, none of their sessions had lasted less than an hour.
At first, it was within his physical limits.
But then Hu Yuying teased, "Careful, Long-ge, or you’ll be too weak to walk when you’re old."
Given Long Aotian’s mature mindset, those words ignited his competitive spirit.
He had to prove himself—and though he’d thoroughly conquered the little girl in the end, it had cost him a significant amount of energy.
The truth was, no matter how strong a man was, his legs would still feel like jelly after such intense exertion.
"Yeah, I’ve got someone to take care of for the rest of my life now," Long Aotian admitted plainly.
Why hide it?
Was the little girl something to be ashamed of?
Of course not. So why not declare it openly?
"Take care of for the rest of my life"—those words carried immense weight.
Yet coming from Long Aotian, they sounded utterly convincing.
Not because of anything else, but simply because Long Aotian was a man of his word.
Huang Fei and the others immediately grew curious about the "little girl" Long Aotian spoke of.
They’d speculated before, but Long Aotian had always just called her "little girl."
"Show us a photo! Let’s meet our future sister-in-law."
"You really wanna know?" Long Aotian teased.
"Of course! We need to know who could make our Aotian say he’ll take care of her forever."
"Call me ‘Daddy’ first."
"Damn, since when does our dorm play games like this? Aotian, if you’re gonna be like this, you’re not treating us as brothers. Daddy, please, just show us already!"
Seeing their eagerness, Long Aotian relented. "Fine."
He walked to his bed, pulled out his backpack, and retrieved the photos the little girl had developed for him during his visit to A University.
He’d kept them carefully preserved ever since.
He handed them two photos.
One showed their fingers hooked together, their backs turned.
The other captured the moment they glanced back, revealing their faces.
The second Huang Fei saw them, he slapped his thigh. "Damn! I knew it! I guessed it was this girl because the way she looks at Aotian is the softest!"
"If a girl ever looked at me like that, I’d chase her like crazy."
"Careful, don’t crease my photos," Long Aotian warned.
He hadn’t preserved them so meticulously just for these guys to ruin them in excitement.
"Yeah, yeah, look at you, getting all protective over a photo."
But to Long Aotian, this wasn’t just any photo—it was the first one they’d taken together, a memory he treasured deeply.
In most things, Long Aotian was easygoing. But when it came to this, he was downright possessive.
Without letting them look any longer, he took the photos back.
"Alright, you’ve seen enough."
"Enough? You just showed us!"
"Let’s go. We still have class. If we don’t grab seats now, we’ll end up right under the professor’s nose." Long Aotian packed up, refusing to admit his pettiness, and deftly redirected his "sons’" attention.
At the classroom entrance, Shen Mengjie leaned against the railing, chewing gum.
Her gaze slid past Huang Fei and the others, settling on Long Aotian.
She stretched lazily and drawled, "Well, well, look who’s back—the busy man himself..."
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
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.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
