Morning at Hundred Flowers Sect's guest hall…
Lan An entered with two women—elders' eyes were weird. Even Su Yan on the main seat wore a rare odd gaze.
Flanking her: stunning matrons Qin Meng Ying and Yue Qi. Last night, they'd had a sisterly all-nighter with Su Yan—now they looked amused, even teary-eyed, at Lan An and his pair.
Yan Ruo Xue and Hua Yu Feng knew why—last night's sounds had echoed sect-wide. En route, disciples blushed and giggled…
Yan Ruo Xue secretly pinched his waist: "Lan An, this is all your fault—we had the Spirit Realm Pearl for privacy!"
Lan An played dumb. The Pearl was private—but lacked thrill. Yesterday's open-air ecstasy was in a men-free Hundred Flowers; there was no shame.
He recalled: one dragon, two phoenixes. He had taught Hua Yu Feng the Dragon Immortal Holy Scripture—frenzied love till dawn. From the pond bank to underwater—blissful death.
"Ahem—as planned, today Lan Gongzi proposes to Hundred Flowers?" Grand Elder Hua Yu Loan coughed, cutting through the ambiguity.
"Correct—I seek three Saintesses' hands, fulfill the pact with Sect Leader Su Yan—and make her my wife!" Lan An was direct.
Yue Qi and Qin Meng Ying exchanged grins. Su Yan was speechless. This Junior had used her Master's bet as a shield.
The Elders had prepared, but were still stunned. After exchanging glances, Second Elder Yan Ruo Lan spoke gently:
"Lan Gongzi and our three Saintesses have deep love, known worldwide. Hundred Flowers won't separate lovers. As elders—we approve!"
"My thanks!" Lan An cupped his fists—but knew more was coming.
Grand Elder Hua Yu Loan continued:
"As for the Sect Leader—her marriage is her choice. We only ask she prioritize the sect. The Leader position can't be vacant… if marrying out, the husband must live-in!"
The women's faces shifted. Harem Master Lan An—a live-in son-in-law? Humiliating. From history to modern times, live-in men were scorned.
Su Yan bit her lip, complex eyes on Lan An—she met his gentle gaze, then turned away…
She was an orphan—raised by the old Sect Leader. She entered Holy Spirit Academy as Wu San Niang's disciple. She owed Hundred Flowers too much… she couldn't marry out.
Loss surged. She clenched her teeth: "Junior… I…"
"Live-in? A tiny matter—I accept!" Lan An was casual.
"This…"
The women gaped—had they misheard?
Lan An's strength far surpassed Hundred Flowers.
Yet he accepted the stigma?
Seeing their stares, Lan An looked puzzled: "Why look like that? Live-in or not—I'm husband to Mi'er, Feng'er, Xue'er… and future wife Su Yan. Hundred Flowers is home—my Harem is yours. Two yet one—what's wrong?"
Su Yan trembled—her heart melted.
His Harem could crush Ninth-Grade sects. Hundred Flowers was a developing Seventh-Grade. A Heaven-Earth gap.
Yet he equated them—accepted live-in, called Hundred Flowers home—all for her?
They didn't get it: Lan An was a 21st-century 4.0 youth. Live-in? He was open-minded. Strength ruled. Live-in at Hundred Flowers? Envy-inducing.
It was a man's paradise. Tired? Return to a floral haven and beauties—a true paradise.
The Elders were moved—and silent. Their initial fear: lose three Saintesses and the Leader—who would lead?
Live-in: Su Yan stays—Lan An and his Harem too. Their future was untouchable. The Elders were inwardly thrilled.
Su Yan was misty-eyed. Suddenly—two hands slapped her noble rear. Her cheeks flushed—Yue Qi and Qin Meng Ying.
"Why wait? Junior did everything for you!" Qin Meng Ying transmitted.
"Not marry—and die alone? Your strength is lagging!" Yue Qi teased.
Su Yan bit her lip—she wasn't unwilling. She was unsure…
In an instant—Lan An was beside her, his gaze intense.
He held her soft hand. With the other, he pulled out a jade box—a blinding light erupted.
Su Yan's heart raced.
The box opened—inside was a grass ring woven with tiny flowers.
Before she could react—Lan An kissed her hand, his eyes full of love:
"Su Yan—this grass ring, I made yesterday. It's not precious—but it holds all my sincere heart. Simple, treasured—will you marry me?"
Su Yan was shocked. Her heart pounded—her clear eyes teared up…
The Elders were enchanted—some recorded the moment with Image Jade.
Su Yan gazed at his sincerity and the ring—captivated. She calmed herself and whispered:
"Defeat me—and I'll wear it forever…"
She honored Wu San Niang's playful words.
"Defeat how?" Lan An smiled.
"I lose combat ability!" She was firm.
"Make you unable? I'd sooner stab my heart!" He caressed her cheek.
Su Yan's heart clenched—she never wanted to hurt him…
He made a triumphant return—crushing three prodigies for her. He accepted live-in.
She realized: without him—there would be no other. She would be alone to death.
Now—a sincere grass ring. Pure love. She was Su Yan—not Shui Ji Jun. She felt joy, anger, and love—she was moved.
"One move—decide!" She was decisive.
Lan An pondered—then nodded.
They flew from the hall—staring down at each other from the sky…
The women rushed out—ready to aid. Disciples gathered.
Su Yan was serious—she raised her Flower Jade Flute. Wood, Earth, and Wind spiritual energies surged…
"Triple Spirit One Flute!"
Three forces layered. A whirlwind howled, and space shattered…
"Peerless Under Heaven!"
Lan An activated his technique, his Heavy Sword cloaked in Lightning. His muscles bulged—Body Cultivation peak.
"Come!" Su Yan was grave—the pressure was heavy.
"No holding back!" Lan An roared. Charm Shadow Evasion blurred him—Heavy Sword Heaven Splitter…
Su Yan gritted her teeth—the Flute spun, a triple-force spear. The Fairy was charging…
Space collapsed where she passed—onlookers sweated.
The weapons neared—Lan An smiled warmly, eyes closed. His Sword dropped—he welcomed her strike…
"As I said—hurt you? I hurt myself!"
At the same instant—Su Yan closed her eyes. Her Flute vanished—she accepted his…
"Take this—I can marry!" She smiled contentedly.
Their bodies collided—a direct impact…
There was no pain—their skin touched, and the opposite scent enveloped her. Confused—she opened her eyes…
Stunned—time froze.