The next day.
The morning in the Frostbound Sanctuary carried a hint of icy chill, yet it was also infused with a refreshing crispness.
Inside the bedchamber of the sanctuary’s main palace, faint light seeped through the massive crystalline windows, casting a soft glow across the ice-carved and jade-adorned room.
Su Muwan’s long hair cascaded like a waterfall over the pillow, her fair cheeks still tinged with a faint blush. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still hazy with the drowsiness of sleep.
"Mmm…"
She let out a soft murmur, instinctively nuzzling closer to the warmth beside her. Her cheek pressed against a firm chest, and the steady rhythm of breathing reached her ears.
"Ah… haa!"
She took a deep breath of the morning air, her nose filled with a familiar scent—a delicate fragrance mingled with Qin Luo’s distinct presence, wrapping her in an indescribable sense of comfort.
"Huh? Why does it smell so good?"
Su Muwan blinked, still half-asleep, and inhaled deeply a few more times, as if trying to devour the scent whole.
"Ahh! Haa! Haa!! Qin Luo’s scent!! Haa haa haa!! I’ll inhale it all!!"
She trembled slightly as she breathed in greedily, only to suddenly realize she was curled up in Qin Luo’s arms.
"Eh…?"
She lifted her head slightly, her gaze settling on Qin Luo’s sleeping profile. His expression was peaceful, his breathing even, and a faint smile lingered at the corners of his lips.
Su Muwan’s cheeks flushed a deeper pink, an inexplicable warmth rising in her chest. She reached out, poking his cheek with her fingertip.
Blinking once, she muttered under her breath,
"Serves you right for causing so much trouble. Tired now, aren’t you?"
"Just a measly Qin Luo…"
A smug grin tugged at her lips, though she tried to suppress it.
Just then, Qin Luo’s lashes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened. His gaze was still clouded with sleep, but the moment it landed on Su Muwan, it softened instantly.
"Good morning, my lady."
His voice was husky from sleep, yet so tender it could melt hearts.
Su Muwan’s face burned even hotter. She quickly withdrew her hand and turned away with a haughty huff.
"Hmph! Who told you to hold me like this?"
In response, Qin Luo chuckled and pulled her even closer, murmuring by her ear,
"But wasn’t it you who crawled into my arms last night, whining about how cold it was and refusing to sleep unless I held you?"
"Y-You’re lying!"
Su Muwan’s face turned scarlet, and she glared at him indignantly.
"Am I?" Qin Luo feigned innocence, his smirk widening. "Should I remind you, my lady?"
"D-Don’t you dare!"
She thumped his chest in protest, though her fists carried no real force—more like kittenish pats.
Qin Luo laughed and caught her hand, holding it gently in his.
His lips curled uncontrollably.
Ah, yes.
A flustered Su Muwan was simply too adorable!
Under his gaze, Su Muwan’s blush deepened, her expression a mix of embarrassment and irritation. She tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened, the warmth of his fingers sending her pulse racing.
Suddenly, an idea struck her.
Gritting her teeth, she put on her most imperious tone.
"Y-You! Release this lady at once!"
She glared at him, her voice laced with feigned anger, though the mirth in her eyes betrayed her. Her gaze darted away, unable to meet his teasing stare, as if afraid he’d see right through her flustered heart.
Oh? Playing this game so early in the morning?
Qin Luo smirked, his voice dripping with playful mischief.
"How could I ever dare to bully the Frostbound Sanctuary’s lady? I merely wish to serve you properly, Your Grace."
His low, velvety tone sent shivers down her spine, her heartbeat growing even more erratic.
"Here, feel for yourself…"
Still holding her hand, he pressed her palm against his warm chest, his eyes wide with faux sincerity.
"Your Grace, I swear—my intentions are pure."
Thump. Thump.
Su Muwan’s fingertips tingled at the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, each pulse resonating deep within her. Her fingers trembled slightly, the heat radiating from him making her skin prickle.
Pure intentions?
That won’t do at all.
She bit her lip.
(Let it be known—Su Muwan was not some shameless girl!)
But!
This… this was all for the sake of cultivation!
So!
Hehe!
If you have no impure thoughts…
Then I’ll just have to supply them myself.
Her breath hitched, her lips parting slightly as she tried to steady herself. Yet Qin Luo’s smoldering gaze made it impossible to stay composed.
"Hmph! Smooth-talker! You’re clearly up to no good!"
She shot him a reproachful look, her voice laced with exaggerated haughtiness.
"This lady sentences you to punishment!"
"Let go—now!"
Qin Luo obediently released her hand, his expression the picture of feigned remorse—though his eyes still sparkled with mischief.
"Y-Your Grace… what do you intend to do?"
The more submissive he acted, the more excited Su Muwan became.
A sly grin curled her lips as she leaned in, her voice dripping with triumph.
"Hehe! What do I intend?"
She paused dramatically, then—
In one swift motion, she seized the front of Qin Luo’s robes and yanked him toward her.
Her movements were rough, almost domineering.
Qin Luo barely had time to react before her lips crashed against his.
"Mmmph!"
Slurp—!
Her lips were soft, warm, and sweet, as if determined to steal his very breath.
For a split second, Qin Luo froze—then his eyes crinkled with amusement, his arms encircling her waist as he kissed her back.
His touch was gentle, coaxing her to relax into the embrace.
At first, Su Muwan’s kiss was clumsy, but under his guidance, she gradually melted into it, her fingers tightening around his collar as if afraid he might vanish.
She was drowning in the heat of the moment, utterly lost.
Only after what felt like an eternity did she finally pull away, her face flushed crimson.
Her eyes were glazed, her lips slightly parted, her entire demeanor softened by the kiss.
"Th-This… is your punishment!"
She tried to sound stern, but her voice trembled, betraying her flustered state.
Qin Luo chuckled, brushing his thumb along her cheek, his gaze unbearably fond.
"If this is my punishment, Your Grace… then I’ll gladly accept it every time."
Su Muwan's face flushed even redder. She bit her lip and feigned anger as she glared at him, "Hmph, smooth talker! This lady won’t fall for your tricks!"
Qin Luo chuckled, gently pinching her cheek with a voice soft and deep, "Your Highness, are you... blushing?"
"W-who’s blushing?!"
"Well then, my lady, shall we get up now?"
"Get up?! We haven’t taken care of business in ages! Let’s settle it first!"
"Oh??"
Mwah mwah mwah mwah!!!
And then Su Muwan kissed him to her heart’s content.

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!

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."

【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.”