Blood Princess wore a thoroughly bewildered expression, while Su Bai’s eyes brimmed with doubt. Zhou Xuan, on the other hand, seemed to have come to a sudden realization, his face darkening instantly.
“It’s me, Mother.”
Ignoring Zhou Xuan’s near-murderous glare from the side, the storyteller swiped both hands across his face. In an instant, a different visage was revealed—distinct features, a high-bridged nose, a tall and upright posture, and an aura that radiated a unique charm, combining the vigorous spirit innate to the people of the Northern Plains with the lively intelligence of the Central State.
At the sight of this face, information immediately surfaced in Su Bai’s mind: Ma Zhen, Lord Hongyuan, Nascent Soul perfection stage, third-ranked war general of the Azure Emperor Divine Palace.
In this life, due to the subtle shifts in fate, he had been fortuitously brought along by Su Bai, becoming both a cheap second son and a second disciple.
“Second son, it’s been a long time.” Su Bai reached out and patted Ma Zhen’s shoulder, smiling warmly and greeting him affectionately.
“Mother, happy new year.” He grinned, his smile bright and radiant, exuding an easy warmth like a guileless big boy.
“Big brother, happy new year.”
Ma Zhen then cast a blessing-laden glance at Zhou Xuan. At this moment, his gaze fell upon the red-haired, crimson-eyed young lady cozily nestled in Zhou Xuan’s arms. He asked, “Big brother, this fellow Daoist is…?”
“I am your sister-in-law.” Blood Princess sat herself firmly, dropped a kiss on Zhou Xuan’s cheek, then pointed at Su Bai with authority—assuming the identity Zhou Xuan had crafted for her—“Also your mother’s younger sister, so you can call me Aunt as well.”
Sister-in-law, Aunt.
Ma Zhen’s mouth twitched slightly. He looked at Blood Princess and Zhou Xuan, a strange look flashing in his eyes, but he covered it up well.
As for his big brother, who now counted as his master, his father, and now his aunt—he really wanted to point at Zhou Xuan’s nose and demand, “Why is it that, though we were taught by the same mother, you turned out so perverse?”
But he didn’t dare. After all, his big brother was a Heavenly Venerable at the Transformation level, his presence imposing. That was exactly why Ma Zhen had used the excuse of garrison duty to slip away to the East Sea for some peace and quiet.
“By the way, second son, haven’t you been stationed at the East Sea lately? How come you’ve run back to the Central State? And without any notice beforehand.”
“Mother, this is just a spiritual avatar of mine. I let it out to travel, so I could see the beings of the five domains, the sights and scenes of the mortal world. My true self is still stationed at the East Sea. Even if this avatar meets with misfortune or perishes in the outside world, my true body won’t be affected in the least.”
As Ma Zhen spoke, his tone hinted at another meaning, as if implying something deeper.
Su Bai opened his mouth to say more, but Zhou Xuan raised a hand to stop him. Zhou Xuan turned a serious gaze to Su Bai, enunciating each word: “Master, it’s getting late. Let’s spend the night in this city.”
Then Zhou Xuan turned to Ma Zhen. “Second brother, I’m new to this city and unfamiliar with it. Would you be willing to take me to a good inn?”
“Oh, by the way, I like big beds.”
A faint smile played at the corners of his lips. Yet within those seemingly gentle words, a trace of unyielding authority could be sensed.
Ma Zhen’s face remained calm, without the slightest ripple, as he respectfully replied, “You are absolutely right, brother. Allow me to arrange lodging for Mother and Aunt—sister-in-law as well. Please, this way.” With that, he led the group toward the inn.
From afar, the innkeeper spotted two dashing gentlemen entering with two stunningly beautiful women, and instantly realized another profitable business opportunity had arrived. He hastened his abacus, calculating away.
However, Ma Zhen’s next words made the innkeeper’s busy hands freeze mid-motion.
“Innkeeper, prepare a Heavenly Suite for my brother, mother, sister-in-law, and aunt. Yes, the very best room. I’ll pay with spirit stones.”
Brother, Mother, Sister-in-law, Aunt.
Four titles, yet besides the men, there were only three people: one man, two women.
Watching the four head toward the Heavenly Suite, the innkeeper was stunned for a moment. Then he shook his head and muttered quietly, “Young cultivators sure know how to have fun.”
The reputation of the Heavenly Suite was well deserved. Not only was the room ingeniously equipped with arrays to adjust lighting and temperature, even the quilts atop the bed were meticulously sewn from precious snow fox fur—soft to the touch, the bed spacious and supremely comfortable.
As soon as they entered, a delicate fragrance wafted through the air. Various trinkets decorated the elegant room; dreamlike gauzy canopies hung down, creating an enchanting atmosphere.
Su Bai had barely taken in the surroundings when a strong arm wrapped around his waist from behind, and another seized Blood Princess. Both of them were easily tossed onto the bed.
With the door shut, a certain ill-tempered troublemaker snapped his fingers. Instantly, the clothes on the two beauties slipped off, revealing their exquisite curves and two flawless, snowy bodies.
“What the—! You fiend, what are you trying to do!!” Su Bai was shocked and dismayed. Things had seemed fine just a moment ago, so why the sudden turn?
Unlike Su Bai, Blood Princess appeared extremely excited. Seeing Su Bai reaching for the imperial robe to cover her naked body, she kicked it off the bed, along with her own clothes.
“A’Xuan, you finally figured it out—sisters’ feast yyds!!”
“Awooo!! Sampling the sisters’ feast for New Year—next year will be smooth sailing, everything auspicious!!”
Blood Princess pinned Su Bai beneath her, forcefully subduing her. Her knee pressed against Su Bai’s thigh, forcing her legs apart, baring herself to the man behind them in a completely defenseless, servile posture.
She howled:
“Double happiness + sensation sharing, long live! I’ll die of pleasure on this bed!”
The man behind them, however, made no move. He merely patted Blood Princess’s supple rear and said softly, “Get off first.” Only then did Blood Princess reluctantly get off the Empress.
Su Bai was still celebrating his temporary escape when he heard the man’s next words: “Lie down. Turn around.”
Though unwilling, with Blood Princess raring to go in front and Zhou Xuan in a foul mood behind, Su Bai knew she couldn’t avoid it. She turned around to face Zhou Xuan, lying prone.
Su Bai and Blood Princess, hair cascading, lay side by side, cheeks flushed. Their rosy lips pointed toward Zhou Xuan, and their snow-white hips, trembling, pressed together—though, naturally, Su Bai’s were larger.
Outside the Heavenly Suite, not long after escorting the three inside, waves of alluring moans began wafting out, evoking all sorts of images.
Ma Zhen let out a long sigh.
He’d long known Zhou Xuan harbored such master-defiling, incestuous thoughts. Zhou Xuan also knew that he knew. He pretended not to know that Zhou Xuan had such thoughts, and Zhou Xuan pretended not to know that he knew Zhou Xuan harbored such thoughts.
In front of Su Bai, in front of the world, in front of the Azure Emperor Divine Palace, the two played the roles of affectionate brothers—a harmonious scene. But in secret, if not for his own good luck, he might have “accidentally” died far from home, body and soul erased.
Otherwise, he’d never have volunteered to garrison the East Sea—just to avoid this elder brother who secretly wanted to kill him.
For instance, this time he’d just sent out a spiritual avatar to offer New Year’s blessings to his mother, who’d been confined for years, and Zhou Xuan had specifically told him to open a room for the two of them—no, three, no, now there’s an aunt-sister-in-law, four titles, three people, one man, two women.
The cries from inside the room only grew louder. Ma Zhen rubbed the bridge of his nose, preparing to leave—he wasn’t the sort to eavesdrop.
Just as he was about to leave, he found he couldn’t move his lower body at all. No matter how he tried, it wouldn’t budge. A bitter look appeared on Ma Zhen’s face.
His Transformation-level brother was using an extremely childish method to declare his sovereignty.
How bitter~
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