Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

A top student from Canglan University?

Or is he a top student?

Such a person is like a figure in the clouds in the eyes of ordinary martial artists, and they usually don't even have the chance to meet him.

No, that's not right!

A sudden inspiration struck Su Lingling.

Given Yang Xianna's somewhat passive and conservative personality when it comes to relationships... it's absolutely impossible for her to take the initiative to pursue such a cold and aloof academic genius.

Rather than saying that Yang Xian won her over, it would be more accurate to say that she took the initiative to win over Yang Xian!

"The late stage of the Third Realm is indeed formidable."

Su Lingling puffed out her chest and retorted defiantly.

"However, high cultivation level doesn't mean everything. I have S-level martial arts talent, and catching up with you is only a matter of time."

That's what she said, but her internal alarm bells were already ringing at their highest.

Damn it! There are more and more formidable rivals!

This is still the secret of Yang Xianneng's fertility that has not been made public!

If it were made public later, wouldn't female warriors all over the world go crazy and rush into his arms?

By then, there might not even be enough room to stand in this house!

That scene... she couldn't even bear to imagine it!

"Lingling is right, we're all family, there's no need to compare ourselves to these things."

Lin Qingxue tried to smooth things over in a low voice, attempting to ease the awkwardness.

Su Lingling, however, had no intention of letting Yang Xian off the hook. She patted the empty seat next to her.

"Honey, aren't you tired of standing? Come and sit down."

"Sit between me and Qingxue. You've been gone for over a month, so please spend more time with us."

Lin Qingxue also looked up, her eyes filled with hope, and silently moved to the side: "Yang Xian, come and sit down with me."

Jiang Mengyun, who was elegantly drinking tea, put down her teacup upon hearing this, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly.

"Honey, it's already crowded enough over there, don't squeeze Qingxue too much."

She pointed to the spacious area next to her.

"Come sit next to me, I have some things I'd like to discuss with you about the core area."

"Brother Yang! Can you spend more time with Xi'er? Xi'er misses you so much." Zhou Xi'er took the opportunity to hug Yang Xian's leg and rub her face against it.

Feng, who had been silent all along, also came closer, his wolf tail gently brushing against Yang Xian's arm. "Master... sit here."

Yang Xian felt his head start to hurt again.

This scene again, it really never stops!

Both are my flesh and blood; I can't bear to hurt either of them.

He'd seen too many of these life-threatening questions lately and had developed a certain immunity to them.

But he still felt that it was necessary to revitalize the husband's authority and establish proper rules in the future!

Otherwise, I'll have to shorten my lifespan to attend these large gatherings in the future, and I simply won't be able to keep them going!

Okay, I've learned another lesson today.

Just as Yang Xian was thinking about how to start the conversation...

"Yang Xian, why don't you go and keep Bai Chuyi company?"

It was Zhou Xiyan who spoke.

With a faint smile on her face, she looked at the girl with long blue hair: "Come to think of it, she's the person you've been separated from for the longest time."

After these words were spoken, the living room fell silent once again.

All eyes were now focused on Bai Chuyi.

Yang Xian breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze towards Zhou Xiyan filled with gratitude.

In fact, that's what he thought too.

The White Knight is a neutral unit independent of the three factions.

Choosing her would neither offend Jiang Mengyun, nor favor Su Lingling, nor embarrass the newly arrived Zhou Xiyan; it was undoubtedly the best choice.

However, Zhou Xiyan was the one who brought it up first, which gave Yang Xian a perfect way out.

She seemed utterly disdainful of playing such petty games of jealousy and rivalry with other women.

Because that's pointless and will only cause your man unnecessary trouble.

"Xiyan, you're right."

Yang Xian immediately seized the opportunity, saying, "I should spend some more time with Xiaobai."

Bai Chuyi was not only the one who had been separated from him the longest among all the people, but also the one who would send him messages almost every day without fail, sharing her daily life.

He kept this pure longing in his heart.

Yang Xian sat down next to Bai Chuyi, looked at her face which was covered in apple juice from eating, and reached out to gently wipe the apple juice from the corner of her mouth with his fingertips.

"You little glutton."

"Da Yang..." Bai Chuyi raised her head, her clear eyes sparkling.

She held up the half-eaten apple in her hand. "Do you want an apple? It's very sweet."

Yang Xian gently stroked her long, smooth, blue hair and smiled warmly.

"It's alright, you can eat. Your martial arts talent is quite special, you need to replenish your energy."

In an instant, the tense atmosphere in the living room was eased considerably by this heartwarming scene.

To contend is not to contend; not to contend is to contend.

Bai Chuyi, who seemed to have done nothing, was actually doing something in the atmosphere!

Jiang Mengyun and Su Lingling glanced at Zhou Xiyan thoughtfully.

This woman is more difficult to deal with than I imagined.

The atmosphere in the living room finally eased a bit. Although there were still undercurrents, at least they didn't start fighting on the spot again.

Yang Xian had figured out Jiang Mengyun and Su Lingling's tactics. One liked to probe indirectly, while the other liked to apply pressure directly, making them much easier to deal with.

Not to mention, there was also a high-IQ academic genius, Zhou Xiyan, who would easily defuse the impending conflict with a seemingly casual remark from time to time.

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"The food is almost served." Chen Yufen said with a warm smile, taking out a few bottles of drinks from the refrigerator.

"Come on, ladies, what kind of drinks do you like? Auntie will pour them for you."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mengyun knew her chance had come.

She put down her teacup, a perfectly measured hint of apology on her face, and smiled as she spoke.

"Thank you, Auntie, but I won't need it."

She gently stroked her lower abdomen, and said in a happy yet slightly shy tone, "During pregnancy, you can't drink these carbonated beverages; they're bad for the baby."

"Click."

Chen Yufen's hand, which was twisting the bottle cap, froze in mid-air.

Pregnant?

Her mind went blank, a buzzing sound.

I remember my son was a martial artist, right?

And martial artists experience drastic changes in their physical functions...

She must be completely infertile, right?