"No way!"
Lan An broke into a cold sweat at his master's words. This female powerhouse truly acted unconventionally. He hurriedly said: "The Rear Palace's motto is: If others don't offend me, I won't offend them!"
"Fine. Worst case, on Man Huang, I'll take you grave-robbing. Eight Revolution Body Cultivator tombs aren't few there!" Wu Sanniang offered another plan.
Man Huang Star's grade surpassed Yue Long Star—naturally more powerhouses, thus Eight Revolution graves aplenty. The key: Can you dig them up?
Lan An pondered. Sneaking to rob graves wasn't exactly virtuous, but far better than killing for bones. Satisfied: "Decided!"
Seeing his resolve, Wu Sanniang ignored him again, engrossed in Eight Gates Evasion Armor.
"Hm?"
Lan An suddenly sensed movement atop the Palace Tree. He flew up to inspect.
A massive, round beast egg with Azure Luan bloodline quivered gently. Beside it floated a resplendent feather—Divine Beast Azure Luan tail feather, traded during the Nga My Archipelago grand assembly.
This egg had incubated for ages—mostly in the Time Acceleration Array. Even Lan An lost count of spent Spirit Stones. Finally, signs of life.
Inside: a being with innate Divine Beast bloodline. Lan An rarely mentioned it but eagerly awaited another Rear Palace member.
"Life inside awakens slowly. Hatching won't be quick—unless a true Azure Luan Divine Beast incubates it!" Jin'er assessed.
Lan An's mouth twitched. If I had a Divine Beast to hatch it, why need the egg? Still, positive signs were good. Timing didn't matter.
He piled heaps of Extreme-Grade Spirit Stones around it, boosting spiritual energy, then grinned wickedly toward Qingquan Palace.
Xiao Qingquan had been restless since Lan An's morning words. She'd accepted marriage, wouldn't refuse herself to him—but thinking of it flushed her cheeks, heartbeat racing wildly.
Creak…
The door opened. Xiao Qingquan jumped. Lan An's evil grin approached; she averted eyes.
"Qing'er, Husband has awaited this moment forever!" Lan An sat opposite on the silk bed, admiring her peerless face tinged with shyness, whispering.
Feeling the man's heat draw near, Xiao Qingquan—having endured past bitterness—quickly composed herself, gazing at him. Lips parted doubtfully: "When you first saw me… did you already harbor ill intentions?"
Lan An nodded unashamedly, grasping her hands sincerely: "You're the woman who conquered Husband at first sight. Seeing your unyielding climb up Heaven Weight Mountain, I vowed to protect you for life!"
"Husband…" Xiao Qingquan murmured tenderly. Recalling their meeting, him carrying her up final steps, yielding Tribulation Realm inheritance—her eyes glazed dreamily.
She wasn't his first, but their tale still echoed worldwide. Countless women envied her—Xiao Qingquan felt it all.
Long ago, family was luxury. But with Lan An and Rear Palace sisters, every memory rebuilt it.
Moreover, her grudge with Blood Spirit Sect—Husband avenged her, crushing them utterly.
Thinking of his deeds, warmth enveloped her heart. She lifted her head, voice trembling with emotion: "Husband… kiss me!"
Lan An obeyed reverently, lowering to claim her luscious red lips…
Xiao Qingquan jolted like lightning, arms wrapping his neck for support. Four lips caressed greedily, savoring each other's breath.
Qingquan's lips—soft, sweet, laced with alchemist-exclusive medicinal fragrance. Lan An's tongue invaded, entwining hers.
Not their first kiss, yet each time, she felt his cherishing, treasuring—drowning her in bliss.
Lan An released her flushed lips, gazing into watery eyes, voice laced with desire: "Darling, a spring night is worth a thousand gold—we can't waste it!"
"Mmm…"
Xiao Qingquan sank into ecstasy, body yielding to his arrangements.
Lan An pinned her to the bed, eyes devouring her transcendent beauty—pure admiration…
Long, silky black hair splayed. Jade-smooth forehead, starry eyes, straight jade nose, oval face with dimples, vibrant pink lips.
She shared Nangong Wenyun's noble beauty, but where Wenyun was gentle and virtuous, Xiao Qingquan bore unyielding fortitude—heroic aura forged by past trials, her unique allure.
Suddenly, a ring on the bedside table floated, attempting escape from the embarrassing scene.
Lan An grinned evilly, snatching it, slipping it on his finger.
"You… shameless! What are you doing?" Dan Mengji's voice—angry yet shy—rang out, losing all former cool detachment.
"Heh heh, I want you to witness how I dote on Qingquan—so you won't worry!" Lan An declared righteously, mouth curling wickedly.
"Pervert! Degenerate!" Dan Mengji fumed. Clearly teasing her!
Lan An ignored, lips finding Xiao Qingquan's snow-white neck, savoring every inch.
"Husband… with Master watching…" Xiao Qingquan panted, cheeks burning hotter—exquisitely beautiful.
"Relax. Mengji can't escape me… let her learn from experience!" Lan An chuckled, sucking her exquisitely carved collarbone.
"Shameless!" Dan Mengji exploded. She wished to shatter the ring and kick him—but her noble, dignified nature limited curses to "Shameless, vile, pervert…"
Hearing Lan An, Xiao Qingquan pondered. She loved him—of course hoped Master married him too. Fertile water shouldn't flow to outsiders' fields. A lifetime of happiness for three—she held little resistance to Master watching.
What must come, came. Amid Xiao Qingquan's shy moans and Lan An's valor, they melted completely into one.
Inside the ring, Dan Mengji's soul trembled violently. She wanted to seal perception—but feminine curiosity surged. She said nothing, letting it unfold.
Living millennia, this was her first such spectacle. Not curious? Lies. Moreover, it was her disciple—not a stranger. And Lan An forced her to stay—not voluntary.
Dan Mengji justified herself, openly continuing to watch—seeing her disciple blissfully embrace the man, drifting to sleep.
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