Translator: CinderTL
Xu Sanyan sat on the bed, setting down the secret realm fruit he had been carrying on his back, and pondered silently.
For now, it seemed there were no further obstacles. Judging by the woman's demeanor, she wouldn't interfere again.
However, the matter wouldn't be fully settled until Wang Zixuan's father, the clan head of the Wang Family, gave his approval.
As he was deep in thought, faint footsteps approached outside the door. Xu Sanyan glanced up at the wooden door.
Creak—
The wooden door swung open, and Wang Zixuan darted into the room, immediately throwing herself onto Xu Sanyan. She wrapped one arm around his neck and exclaimed, "Brother Lin, I'm here!"
"Where's your mother?" Xu Sanyan waved his hand, closing the wooden door.
Wang Zixuan grinned triumphantly. "Hehe, never mind her. I snuck out!"
"What did your mother say?"
"She agreed! She'll take you to meet my father tomorrow. Once we pick a good date, we can become Daoist partners!"
Wang Zixuan pressed against Xu Sanyan's chest, feeling the heat of his body and the steady beat of his heart. A deep sense of contentment filled her.
Xu Sanyan lifted her thighs with both hands, their foreheads touching, lips barely brushing. In the darkness, their eyes met, each seeing the desire burning in the other's gaze.
"Isn't this... inappropriate?" Xu Sanyan hesitated. "Your mother might hear us..."
Though he had few moral boundaries, seducing her daughter under the mother's nose felt wrong. Besides, he needed to maintain his facade of restraint.
He had just told Madam he was pure and free from worldly desires. How could he then be caught "moaning and groaning" with her daughter? What kind of "pure and free from worldly desires" was that?
"It's alright, Brother," Wang Zixuan murmured, pouting slightly. "Even if Mother hears us, she'll know I belong to you now. She won't try to keep us apart anymore..."
With that, she puckered her lips and kissed him. Her red lips were sweet and tempting, like a ripe fruit begging to be plucked and tasted.
Seeing this, Xu Sanyan abandoned all restraint and responded passionately. The shimmering silk threads reflected crystalline light in the dimly lit room, while the clash of tongues and teeth grew increasingly fierce, neither willing to yield.
In a corner of the long corridor, a figure lurked in the shadows behind a pillar, her expression obscured. Only the faint purple glow emanating from her opulent robes betrayed her identity.
Hearing the sounds from within, the woman felt an indescribable bitterness. After nurturing this "cabbage" for decades, she had ultimately handed it over to another...
And the cabbage had even sprouted legs and run off on its own.
She had just finished lecturing her daughter about maintaining her dignity and avoiding recklessness. Yet the girl had nodded obediently, then promptly turned around and offered herself up.
"Sigh..."
Third Madam turned away, unable to bear the decadent sounds. Each syllable pierced her heart with a dull ache.
But the deed was done. She couldn't stop it now. She couldn't possibly barge into the room and humiliate her daughter, could she?
"Let it be, let it be..."
Outside Thousand Autumns City, deep within a dense forest, Princess Zheyun and her entourage gazed at the distant city, their silence heavy with unspoken thoughts.
The leader of the Qian Kingdom's expedition was no longer Princess Zheyun, but a middle-aged woman dressed in Daoist robes, her hair styled in a Daoist bun. Though her appearance suggested a benevolent Daoist nun, her expression was stern, devoid of any hint of compassion.
Zheyun pointed toward Thousand Autumns City and ventured cautiously, "Sister Mei, I'll take some people to search inside. Xu Sanyan might be hiding there."
The Daoist nun shook her head. "The Wang Family harbors deep grudges against Great Qian. As a royal princess, you cannot risk such dangers. Leave some men to search the city while the rest of us move on to the next location."
The Chaotic Cloud Mountains were vast and complex, with various factions vying for dominance. Searching for someone here was like searching for a needle in the ocean. Yet Zheyun had come, hoping for a stroke of luck. The allure of an independent secret realm was simply too great.
What if? she thought. What if we get lucky and find it?
Zheyun's disappointment was palpable, but she persisted, "The Wang Family might not recognize me..."
"Absolutely not," the Daoist nun replied firmly.
"Fine..."
The Daoist nun left a small group to search Thousand Autumns City while the rest of the party continued their journey into the mountains.
More than a month had passed since the Hundred Saints Secret Realm closed. The Heaven's Will Demon Subduing Temple had completed its initial exploration of the secret realm under its control.
This secret realm was jointly explored by the Heaven's Will Demon Subduing Temple, Source Worship Sect, Harmonious Mountain Praying Dao Sect, and Lu Clan. Although no specific details were officially released, the sheer number of participants meant rumors inevitably leaked out.
It was said that each faction had reaped significant benefits. Prodigies like Fang Qingge and Jingyi had even successfully broken through their realms, reaching the Peak Stage of Dao Seeking.
While still falling short of Xu Sanyan's achievements, they had far surpassed all other heavenly prides.
This news only intensified the various factions' covetousness for the secret realm fruit in Xu Sanyan's possession. Rumor had it that his fruit was even larger than the one held by the Heaven's Will Demon Subduing Temple, further fueling their greed.
Some even claimed Xu Sanyan possessed not only the secret realm fruit but also a sage's Heavenly Dao Enlightenment—a prize even more alluring to certain individuals than the fruit itself.
All of this plunged the Chaotic Cloud Mountains into even greater chaos.
Righteous Path cultivators, Demonic Path cultivators, and the original demonic and heretical forces dwelling in the mountains all took to the stage, ready for the grand drama to unfold.
Ten thousand miles beyond the Chaotic Cloud Mountains, a dusty figure hurried through the night. Under the moonlight, it became clear that this person was a young man.
His disheveled hair hung loosely over his shoulders as he licked his parched lips. He glanced at the tattered map in his hand, his eyes burning with determination.
"I've grown stronger," he muttered. "I should be able to help you now."
The young man brushed back his stray locks, revealing a vibrant face brimming with youthful energy. Though his appearance was disheveled, his vigorous spirit shone through.
This was Lin Fan—the true Lin Fan!
After returning to his hometown to avenge his family, he had intended to return to his mountain gate. However, he soon heard rumors that the holy son was being hunted by multiple factions. Some claimed he had no chance of survival, while others insisted he was already dead.
Uncertain of the truth, Lin Fan grew increasingly anxious. He immediately set out for the Chaotic Cloud Mountains, pushing himself relentlessly.
He spent every last spirit stone he had on travel expenses. When he finally exhausted his final spirit stone, he arrived at a city twenty thousand miles from the Chaotic Cloud Mountains.
With no money left, he had no choice but to rely on his own two feet, traveling day and night without rest. Even the map he carried had been a gift from someone else.
Despite the harsh conditions, he had to come.
In Lin Fan's heart, the holy son was his benefactor, the one who had recognized his potential and shown him favor.
At the sect, the holy son had provided him with protection, cultivation methods, medicinal pills, spirit stones, and a cultivation cave, helping him reach Foundation Establishment. In the secret realm, he had safeguarded him at every turn.
Whatever the holy son's motives might be, it was undeniable that he had never harmed Lin Fan.
Even if others slandered the holy son relentlessly, Lin Fan could never speak a word against him.
Lin Fan kept this debt of gratitude firmly in mind. When he heard of the holy son's peril, he rushed to his aid without hesitation.
He knew this journey would be perilous, but he had no choice.
For this was his Dao!
"Holy Son, hold on. This disciple is coming to help you..."
The night wind scattered his whispered words as Lin Fan strode toward the Chaotic Cloud Mountains.
Over ten thousand li remained. He would strive to reach them within half a month.
Meanwhile,
Xu Sanyan lay in bed with Wang Zixuan in his arms, playfully patting her bottom. "Little girl, was that satisfying?" he teased.
Wang Zixuan blushed crimson and burrowed under the covers, her face burning with embarrassment as she recalled their recent frenzy.
"Satisfying..." she murmured.
(End of the Chapter)
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