After completing the cleanup mission, he hurried home to catch adultery. The two Aunt Masters were about to collide, while Fairy Yan of Divine Tree Yingzhou remained completely unaware.
The next morning, Yun Liu and Gelan sat on the porch eating watermelon, looking as usual.
Yan Bingling carefully observed the two, confirmed there were no strange smells or marks, and that they hadn’t even changed clothes, only then she felt relieved.
“The Heaven-rank Mudflow Pill has successfully come into the world. Does that mean you can be considered a fourth-grade Heavenly Dao Alchemy Master? By the way, why are you making a Mudflow Pill? Don’t you have confidence in Xiang’er’s Embryo Nourishing Pill?”
Gelan felt her jaw was a bit stiff. She yawned, then moved her jaw around as if it had been open too long.
“The main ingredients can be bought at pharmacies in all major cities. The Mudflow Pill is a relatively low-grade fourth-rank spiritual medicine, commonly seen. It’s mostly used by Earth Spiritual Root cultivators to quickly fill their Qi Sea. One pill can boost a Nascent Soul cultivator’s mana bar by a chunk, and make a Golden Core cultivator’s spiritual energy overflow.”
“The quality gap for this type of consumable isn’t big. The Heaven rank only recovers 80% more than the Profound rank, but the cost is more than double. It’s completely unnecessary to waste effort on a whole batch.”
Yun Liu looked at the earth spiritual energy phenomenon gathering in the sky, hoping only that the Heavenly Phenomenon would be as strong as possible, not afraid that the old thief Longyi wouldn’t take the bait.
“Because this thing has other uses. It can be used to cultivate spiritual plants, grow herb gardens and spirit gardens. It’s exactly the earth nutrients that the Imperial Divine Tree needs most.”
“So it’s bait. No wonder you said they would invite you in.”
Gelan crossed her arms. The heavenly phenomenon spreading across the sky was like that brat baiting a fishing pond, already attracting many busybodies to come and watch.
“But once you get in, how will you bring Ah Lian out? The area around Heavenly Cherry Pavilion and Imperial Cherry Shrine is full of experts—at least three Lianxu, ten Huashen, and many Nascent Soul cultivators. It’s said that the current patriarch of the Yushen Clan, Longyi, is a Hegemony Realm powerhouse, and his talisman arts are unfathomable.”
Such a force could rank in the top ten in the Heavenly Concord Alliance, and all of them are sworn to die for one person.
Yan Bingling took small bites of watermelon, swinging her legs, completely unconcerned about anything except her beloved son’s chastity.
“The guards all have to die, and no one can negotiate with them either. That’s where you two come in to support me.”
Just a bunch of defeated opponents. Who dares to stop them from being together forever?
Yun Liu glanced at the silly bird on his shoulder. From now on, in the dragon’s pool and tiger’s den, only Ao Tian could protect him, a mere Golden Core small fry.
“That’s where you two come in to support me.”
Yan Bingling was holding her watermelon, suddenly realized something, and stared at Yun Liu with wide eyes.
“You can’t fool Yushen Longyi. The Spirit Breath of a Sword Cultivator is too easy to distinguish.”
“What do you mean? You’re not taking me in with you again!?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t. Neither of your low-level illusion techniques can…”
Yun Liu didn’t waste words. He directly kissed Yan Bingling, his movements becoming more and more skilled. He chuckled and said:
“Let’s make a pact. When the signal sounds, whoever clears all obstacles and gets to me first will have three reward rights. The other can only watch from the sidelines.”
Gelan rolled her eyes.
“There’s such a move? Are you rolling your mothers? Actually, you really are rolling both mothers…”
“Really!?”
This trick can only fool the children of the Four Institutes, but it’s very effective against a Demon-fallen Master. The thought of being able to ride the cow and be rewarded by Liuer made Yan Bingling even more excited.
Deep inside Heavenly Cherry Pavilion, an old man draped in a dragon-cherry robe leaned on the railing and looked into the distance, overlooking the high city below.
He was short in stature, decrepit with age, and his Spirit Breath was unusually weak.
Yet in the old man’s eyes there was impatience and cruelty. Clearly, he had lost patience and couldn’t wait to force-ripen the Divine Tree and bury more seeds into the bodies of the spirit-attendant maidens.
Yushen Longyi’s lifespan had ended. He had barely clung to life for centuries, depending entirely on the blood granted by the divine dragon to prolong his life.
As long as he could continue living, he was willing to become the slave of Yinglong and help it absorb the essence of the Mother Tree of Yingzhou’s people.
Lord Yinglong’s injuries were very severe. That woman from East Pole Province was too formidable, actually able to challenge a god with a mortal body.
This also forced it to “marry” a dragon bride ahead of schedule, urgently needing to consume new Fortune Fruits.
But Ying Lian was still too young, far from being ready to be plucked. She still needed more Divine Tree Seeds to nurture, countless spiritual medicines to irrigate.
The dragon blood pressed for life every day. If he couldn’t obtain enough spiritual medicines to ripen the Divine Tree within three years, then all previous efforts would be in vain.
He must sacrifice this generation’s Daughter of the Spirit Attendant as soon as possible.
“Lord Longyi, the last Star Lord of Kaimo has just arrived. The seven High Heaven Star Lords have all assembled.”
Yushen Longyi withdrew his gaze, leaned on his cane, and went downstairs to personally receive the honored guests.
“Understood.”
If that crazy woman or other Sword Sect experts come back to snatch Ying Lian, who could stop them?
Out of desperation, Yushen Longyi had to drink poison to quench his thirst, turning his gaze to the stars and promising generous rewards.
But it’s easier to invite a god than to send one away. The High Heaven Seven Stars were all more troublesome than the last, especially that golden-haired woman with a friendly smile.
Yushen Longyi sensed the same aura from her as from Yan Bingling—heart palpitations.
Legend said that the Palace of Heavenly Pivot Master’s cultivation had reached Mahayana, that mysterious realm he dreamed of. He didn’t know if it was true or false.
Fortunately, Lord Yinglong’s injuries were unknown to outsiders. The seven stars checked each other, so they should not dare to act rashly and offend Heavenly Cherry Pavilion, lest they incur divine punishment.
“Also, Patriarch, the Divine Path Replenishing Water has run out.”
The attendant envoy reminded him softly.
“Already gone?”
Yushen Longyi was slightly taken aback, then nodded.
That group of Boundless Sea Elixir Cultivators being so diligent was a good thing, indicating that more and more spiritual medicines were being offered.
Thanks to that Young Master Ji who likes big-breasted female cultivators.
The attendant envoy Yamamoto, wearing a Sacred Tree Mask, had a proud look in his eyes, just waiting to report the latest exciting good news to the patriarch later. He would surely secure a few broad-minded shrine maidens to serve at his side.
Young Master Ji works so hard, he must be enjoying the young lady’s foot-washing water, right?
As long as the patriarch gives the order, it’s not impossible to make an exception and bestow some higher-quality Divine Path Water as encouragement.
For example, saliva, toilet water, or even…
Everything on the Daughter of the Spirit Attendant is a gift from the Divine Tree. The closer and more intimate the place, the denser the Divine Tree Fortune.
If Young Master Ji can prove his worth, he can even enjoy Lady Ying Lian’s blood, just like those lords from Star Isle downstairs.
The old man waved over a maidservant and gave an order: it was time to go to the shrine and remind the young lady to wash her feet.
That’s right. The shrine maiden always felt nauseated by the thought of strangers drinking her bathwater, so each time she would soak her feet in a bucket of clean water instead.
Yushen Longyi didn’t care either. For outsiders coveting the Divine Tree Fortune, it was enough to just brush them off casually.
All the clan members knew Ying Lian’s fate, but until then, she was still the most noble young lady of the Yushen Clan.