That night, some people grew up a lot, in every sense of the word.
Her Majesty—that person, as soon as she slipped back into her room, buried herself under the covers, giggling one moment and screaming the next, startling her attendants terribly.
She had imagined many ways to give herself entirely to Yun Liu, but she never expected it would be in such an embarrassing posture.
A certain swollen part clearly told her this was not a daydream.
Even though she was tossed about until she cried for her parents, I finally became the teacher’s woman…
No, it’s that the teacher finally became the king’s man~
That person was the dazed and confused lady boss of the Rosy Fragrance Pavilion.
No matter how the customers called out, she couldn’t hear them; the medicinal herbs were already pounded to mush, yet she hadn’t noticed, her hands still mechanically speeding up.
Her rosy cheeks looked as if they were smeared with rouge, breathtakingly beautiful.
For the traditionally-minded senior sister, such a first time was far too casual.
And it was even a threesome…
Was that hysterical woman last night really herself?
It’s just too shameful!
Wah…
That person was also the foolish, self-proclaimed clever one in Ao Tian’s mouth.
Was that hysterical woman last night really as he saw her?
She squatted in front of the counter, pinching the little girl’s cheeks and kneading them back and forth, ignoring the kanban girl’s vehement protests.
The “secret affair” with the inner master was like exchanging symptoms of an illness, filled with greed and craving, reveling in the edge of taboo, wildly indulging.
The complete, wholehearted union with Xiang’er and Tan’er was a completely different experience, much more reassuring, completed in a half-drunken, half-awake state.
Yun Liu, for once, entered a sage-like period of contemplation, pondering life, completely unaware of the frantic Yu Steward biting down hard on his arm.
He wasn’t a greedy person.
At the very beginning, he just wanted to trick a passing beautiful girl to be his mountain stronghold wife, work honestly at the Shanhai Pavilion, and live a peaceful, uneventful life.
Instead, he ended up bringing back the Clear Mist Peak senior sister, revived a lively tsundere princess, and those strange, beautiful girls surrounding the protagonist couldn’t be chased away no matter what.
That other future vision always seeped into reality, confusing matters, just like that ambitious woman earlier.
Ruan Yu extended an olive branch, sincerely inviting him to interfere with her future.
This was clearly the plot where Ji Shiyu formed an alliance with her in the Boundless Sea!
With just a little trickery, he could win over the Mingguang Sect Master’s future Dao Companion, unlocking the CG was right within reach…
Yun Liu could initially laugh secretly with the silly bird, gleefully watching the first wife beat up the “mistress” Fengtou.
But as fortune accumulated more and more, the thought that he himself had become shaped like a “minotaur” made him unable to laugh anymore.
Ever since signing Youyou’s contract of servitude and taking over the East Pole Province branch, his dream of a laid-back life seemed to have vanished forever, and keeping a low profile seemed unlikely.
The Yudu trip, impersonating the Holy Son, left him with a mountain of debt, as if guided by some unseen force, unable to escape his heavenly fate.
Only after witnessing the flowing light entwined around the golden core did the young man gradually understand what Ao Tian had said in the past—this was cause and effect, seemingly coincidental, yet inevitably so.
At this very moment, outside the Dragon Subduing Hall, a huge crowd had gathered, everyone focused on this pivotal battle.
The bell tolled—
Celestial Phenomena Peak’s Yun Liu, versus Falling Cloud Peak’s Gao Mingyuan!
The First Peak disciple, Jing Youyou, let go of her bite, tilting her head to look out the window.
“Well, it’s fate that brings enemies together. It’s your turn, you!”
Even for other peak’s chief disciples, this was a formidable opponent.
Coincidentally, Yun Liu’s opponent was another powerful rival.
Was it luck or skill?
The answer would soon be revealed.
Yun Liu tugged at the corner of his mouth, pushed the door open, strode out with large steps, and rode his sword into the air.
Since he couldn’t figure it out, he’d stop thinking about it!
He wasn’t the type to sit and wait for death.
Since things had come to this, he could only play out the “Huangmao script” to the hilt before retiring from the jianghu, and incidentally rescue the junior sister.
When the three-year promise ended, he wondered if there would be a chance to return the inexplicably seized fortune to its original owner…
Two beams of white light shot straight into the clouds, moonlight scattering everywhere, sword energy crisscrossing.
Today’s Heavenly Phenomena Chief seemed different from usual.
Ao Tian yawned, crawling out of the chicken nest.
“Your daddy’s here!”
“Where?”
Ji Shiyu paused, licking the sugar figure in her hand.
Strangely enough, her spirit was exceptionally good today, her divine soul full, her Qi Sea brimming.
She had inexplicably reached the peak of the Sixth Stage of Foundation Establishment, enough to make her laugh even in her dreams.
Too bad there was no fight.
If Xiao Ran were unharmed and hadn’t withdrawn, she definitely could have beaten that foul-mouthed brat to a pulp!
In the crowd, a green-clad mature beauty had just finished a battle and retreated to the front of the Dragon Subduing Hall.
Defeating a Golden Core initial stage opponent within seven moves earned the admiration of many inner sect disciples.
Senior Sister Qin had grown even more stunning, and her skills were increasing day by day.
Just the faint medicinal fragrance wafting from her as she passed by made disciples from various peaks’ hearts flutter, stealing glances from time to time.
Qin Xiang sheathed her sword and returned to the Qingxia lineage, determined to settle accounts with her master first.
But her unruly junior sisters swarmed her first.
Huo Tian Tian, having just thrown herself into the senior sister’s arms, noticed something odd.
She looked left and right, exclaiming loudly:
“That’s strange. How come after just one day, Senior Sister seems to have become more beautiful?”
“R-Really?”
Qin Xiang lowered her head guiltily, flusteredly adjusting her appearance.
Remembering the wild night, her face still felt hot.
Perhaps because all her attention was stolen by the one in her heart, aside from her senses becoming sharper, had she changed from a mature beauty to a wife?
She didn’t feel any obvious change in herself.
If she had to say, she had taken three baths and changed into a new cloud robe, so she shouldn’t have given anything away.
“Yes!”
The disciples all nodded, guessing that Yun Liu had secretly slipped her some beauty-enhancing spiritual medicine, complaining that the first senior brother-in-law was biased.
Not only was she glowing, but the senior sister’s aura had become increasingly ethereal and transcendent, pure and striking.
Her jet-black hair faintly shimmered with an ink-green luster, very similar to the Head Seat.
The transformation brought by the milk tea was from the inside out, not achieved overnight.
Gelan had long sensed that Qin Xiang’s divine soul had reached the mid-stage of Nascent Soul, and it was still steadily rising as the soul essence was digested.
Huo Tian Tian spread her hands.
“Is this the magic of love? Heavens, give me a man too!”
“You and your glib tongue.”
Qin Xiang raised her hand to hit her, but her appearance—that of a little woman immersed in love—made the junior sisters wail in despair.
They didn’t get any spiritual medicine, but they were fed dog food first.
The Qingxia Head Seat, who had been frowning worriedly, was now beaming with joy.
Seeing her “daughter-in-law,” their eyes met, everything understood without words.
Qin Xiang couldn’t help but stamp her foot, wanting to question her, but didn’t know where to start.
Even if she was ten thousand times willing in her heart, she was still somewhat annoyed.
“Master!”
“What, so eager to start calling me ‘Mom’ already?”
“I… I’m not!”
Gelan, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, made her proud disciple blush crimson again.
Yan Bingling looked utterly confused.
That big-breasted cow kept glancing over at her, clearly wanting to say something but not speaking, looking smug and triumphant, as if showing off something.
“Is there something on my face?”
“No, there isn’t.”
“…”
Gelan grinned mischievously.
“At least that cup wasn’t wasted, last night was quite enjoyable.”
She secretly felt pleased, but still didn’t avert her gaze.
This feeling of “stealing home,” tsk tsk, was better than her own…
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