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

"Sister Liu?"

Yang Xian's voice suddenly rang out, exceptionally clear in the empty living room.

"Ah!?" Liu Qin suddenly came to her senses, her long eyelashes trembling a few times.

"You look...not feeling well?" Yang Xian subtly moved his chair back, slightly distancing himself from the other person.

He could clearly see the other person's emotional value on the system panel; half of it was shame, and the other half was anticipation.

They're obviously going to do something bad!

"No...nothing's wrong." Liu Qin forced herself to maintain her aloof, scholarly demeanor, adjusting her glasses. "I'm probably just overworked lately, it's nothing serious..."

Liu Qin sat down on the chair and elegantly crossed her legs.

The pink silk nightgown rode up a few centimeters because of my sitting posture.

She cursed herself inwardly.

What do you mean by "accidentally slipping and falling"?

What does "falling into someone's arms" mean?

I'm a seventh-realm Martial Emperor now! Even if the floor is covered in lubricant, I won't slip so easily!

"Since you're tired, why don't you finish this meal and get some rest?" Yang Xian didn't expose him and sat down in his seat.

Then, he picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it in Liu Qin's bowl: "Come on, try my cooking."

Liu Qin picked up her chopsticks blankly and looked at the ribs in the bowl.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do next.

"Sister Liu, actually I have something I'd like to ask you." Yang Xian put down his chopsticks, his tone becoming sincere:

"I've been away from South China Sea City for some time now, and I can't contact them there for the time being. Could you please help me get in touch?"

"Or... how about sending someone to take me back?"

"If that doesn't work, I can borrow a vehicle..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Qin's eyebrows shot up, and her grip on her chopsticks tightened suddenly.

"Why go back?"

"South Sea City is still under reconstruction. Wouldn't it be better to stay in Star City?"

"We can protect your safety!"

"You don't understand..." Yang Xian sighed, his eyes filled with helplessness. "Anyway, I must go back. Please help me think of a way."

There are still more than a dozen women waiting for me to go back to the South China Sea!

Several of them were pregnant!

If I, as a father, were to disappear for too long, it would be a serious dereliction of duty.

Moreover, in order to advance to the ninth realm, all the emotional points in the system have been squandered.

Whether it's spending time with family or elevating one's spiritual level, one must return to the South China Sea!

Star City may be nice, but it's not my home.

"I can agree to anything else, but this is absolutely unacceptable!" Liu Qin put down her chopsticks, her deep purple eyes fixed on Yang Xian.

"You should be very clear about your own worth."

"That kind of physique that can make high-level female martial artists pregnant is enough to drive martial arts forces around the world crazy."

"Neither I nor the higher-ups in Star City will let you go easily."

Hearing these words, Yang Xian was not surprised.

But his eyes turned cold:

"So...this is your reason for placing me under house arrest?"

"You also want to exploit my value?"

Liu Qin stared into Yang Xian's eyes, remaining silent.

As expected of China's top genius, nothing can be hidden from this kid!

He probably saw through my attempt to stage an accident beforehand.

"Yes!" Liu Qin readily admitted.

"As a martial artist, although I am unable to have children due to the 'extinction of martial arts lineage,' I still want a child of my own."

"Name your terms. Whether you want money, power, or cultivation resources, I can satisfy you."

"Please allow me to refuse." Yang Xian shook his head decisively.

"I am not a commodity with a price tag, and my children are even less so."

"This is a matter of principle, there's no room for discussion!"

"Sister Liu, please have some self-respect!"

The atmosphere in the restaurant instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The two faced each other across a dining table.

Liu Qin slowly stood up, and the unique aura of a seventh-realm Martial Emperor began to spread in the small space.

"Have some self-respect?" She smiled dismissively.

"Yang Xian, are you sure you're not mistaken about something?"

"This is my home, and I brought you back here."

Do you think you have the right to refuse?

"Even if I use force, how can you resist?"

Yang Xian felt the pressure, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and his breathing became somewhat rapid.

But he remained seated in the chair, completely still.

"You won't..." He looked at Liu Qin with certainty.

"If you really wanted to use force, you wouldn't have waited until now without doing so."

"You are a martial emperor, and also a respected scientist."

"This kind of forced buying and selling...is not befitting your status."

Yang Xian is gambling.

Even someone like Du Liuqin, who is engaged in scientific research, still retains a touch of the aloofness of a scholar deep down.

In order to leave smoothly, he has been cleaning and cooking for the past two days.

I've been waiting for this moment, hoping the other party will show some leniency.

It's a risky move, but whether we can get out of here depends on tonight's move.

Unfortunately, when faced with the crisis of "extinction," people have no bottom line.

"Then you've really misjudged him."

Liu Qin snorted coldly, and an even stronger aura instantly locked onto Yang Xian.

Yang Xian felt his muscles become heavy, and it became extremely difficult to even move a finger.

He watched helplessly as Liu Qin walked around the dining table, barefoot, step by step toward him.

broken!

This woman doesn't play by the rules!

Reading too many romance novels can indeed make people more extreme!

Liu Qin came to Yang Xian.

She bent down slightly, her exquisitely flawless face less than three centimeters away from Yang Xian.

Because they were so close, Yang Xian could even smell her faint fragrance.

"Sister Liu, let's talk this out!"

"You can't just touch me like that!"

But Liu Qin didn't care!

She reached out, her cool fingertips gently caressing Yang Xian's cheek, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.

"well--!"

"If only you had been born a few years earlier..."

"That way I won't have to face those cold machines every day, and I won't have to worry about my age."

As Liu Qin spoke, she actually straddled Yang Xian's lap.

The pink silk nightgown clung tightly to Yang Xian's pants.

The amazing elasticity and softness made the hairs on Yang Xian's body stand on end.

Liu Qin wrapped her arms around Yang Xian's neck and buried her head in the crook of his shoulder.

"However, as a Martial Empress, with a little effort in dressing up, my sister shouldn't be any less attractive than those young girls, right?"

She had already figured it out.

Discussing marriage is too troublesome; you also have to consider the age gap and how others perceive you.

But if you just want a child, you don't need to think about all that.

Another reason is that Liu Qin is too busy with work and doesn't have time to date.

Perhaps being lovers is more suitable than marriage.

"Sister Liu, forced love is never sweet...!"

Yang Xian stiffly twisted his neck.

Not good!

This is bad!

I know this plot all too well!

If this plot continues, will the next step be...?

"Yang Xian, forced love is never sweet, but it quenches thirst..."

Liu Qin suddenly stood up, slowly took off her glasses, and casually tossed them onto the dining table.

Without the glasses to conceal it, that aloof and ascetic aura completely crumbled.

"Let my sister have some snacks before dinner!"