Deceiving the Master and Running Away Pregnant

Lin Queli transmigrated into a novel featuring a domineering protagonist and ended up bound to a system. The world is on the brink of collapse because the protagonist, the domineering dragon, has yet to be born. **"So, dear host, to save the world, your mission is to seduce the protagonist’s father—the Snow-Treading Immortal, leader of the immortal sects—and conceive the domineering dragon!"** Lin Queli: ? Seriously? Which savior's world-saving task involves borrowing a man's seed to give birth?! And I'm a guy! --- The Snow-Treading Immortal, He Lanxue, practices cultivation with absolute detachment—emotionless, desireless. Having secluded himself for a millennium, he has long severed ties with the mortal world, making him nearly impossible to approach. The difficulty level of seducing him is off the charts. Then Lin Queli transmigrates into the original novel’s arch-nemesis of He Lanxue—the wicked Demon Sovereign, who was later dismembered by He Lanxue and turned into a "human stick." Lin Queli: ??? Facing the frosty glare of He Lanxue, Lin Queli instantly melts into his arms, delicate and weak like a willow in the wind. *"Immortal… You’re so scary, I’m so afraid, eep."* Who’s the Demon Sovereign? No idea. --- He Lanxue’s heart had remained unshaken for a thousand years—until recently, when a certain disciple sent his temples throbbing every day. This disciple showed no ambition for cultivation and instead schemed daily to dual-cultivate with him, dreaming of soaring to the heavens overnight. *"Aiya! Shizun, I fell~ It hurts~"* The sweet-voiced little thing called him "Shizun" before clumsily sliding into his embrace. **"..."** Absurd. He Lanxue raised a hand to discipline him, only to see the other’s teary eyes and pitiful trembling, like an abandoned puppy. ...Fine. His disciple was just too delicate, too naive—he’d have to teach him slowly. --- Later, Lin Queli, having successfully "schemed his way in," patted his round belly… and ran away. Not long after, news spread across the three realms that the Snow-Treading Immortal had led an army to exterminate demons. It was said He Lanxue stormed the Demon Mountain and slaughtered half the demonic realm. That night, frost weighed heavy on the branches, and snow swallowed the Demon Mountain. The snow-robed Immortal stood at the foot of the mountain, sword in hand, his voice icy as he gazed at his "*too delicate*," "*too naive*" disciple lounging atop the Demon Sovereign’s throne. **"A Li, come here."**