When Huo Yuhao's gaze turned to Nan Shuishui, he found her chasing several frantically fleeing disciples, unleashing her Annihilation Light.
Getting hit by that thing would probably be fatal, right? If you're bad at drinking, why drink so much?
What Huo Yuhao didn't know was that in the past, even if Nan Shuishui got drunk, there were several other Soul Douluo-level elders in the sect to restrain her until she sobered up.
But now, with the sect's elders either dead or defected, there was no one left who could subdue her except for him, Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao didn't dare to be negligent. He immediately used an Advent of a Thousand Hands of Wood on her, restraining this drunkenly rampaging woman.
"Guheh, guhehehe..." With her soul power drained by the Immortal Spirit Wood, Nan Shuishui laughed foolishly, an alluring drunken blush rising on her face.
"Big sister, if you're bad at it, you should practice... uh, no, if you're bad, don't drink! Look at what a disgrace you are." Huo Yuhao speechlessly lifted Nan Shuishui onto his back. Without her soul power, the latter was no different from an ordinary person. The only sensation she gave Huo Yuhao was that she was soft.
"I'll carry her back first. You all carry on with the music, carry on with the dance." Huo Yuhao instructed the group of panicked disciples.
"We're counting on you..." The group of disciples hid far away, afraid that Nan Shuishui would hit them with another Annihilation Light.
A comical look appeared on Huo Yuhao's face. He then sighed, and carrying Nan Shuishui on his back, he walked towards her residence.
"Guhehehe..." Nan Shuishui lay on his back without any regard for her image, drool flowing onto Huo Yuhao's shoulder.
"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have let you drink." The corner of Huo Yuhao's mouth twitched, and he shook his head helplessly. "You, a person who has lived in the north for many years, actually can't handle alcohol..."
Only then did Huo Yuhao remember that when they first arrived at the tavern, Nan Shuishui had only ordered a cup of hot water.
Nan Shuishui's residence was very messy. It was obvious that she had been busy with the sect's repairs these few days and had no time to tidy up.
Huo Yuhao finally found her bed behind a pile of cardboard boxes and put her down.
But just then, Nan Shuishui suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, her rapid breathing full of the smell of alcohol.
"Huo Yuhao... don't go..."
A new blush uncontrollably rose on Nan Shuishui's charming, pretty face. It was definitely not the complexion of a normal drunken state.
"Hm, are you sober?" An embarrassed look appeared on Huo Yuhao's face. Their current posture was not very decent. Just as he was about to struggle and escape, Nan Shuishui tightened her hands.
"Senior, you are..." Huo Yuhao's heart tightened, and a very bold guess suddenly formed in his mind.
"Huo Yuhao... I, I'm not drunk." Nan Shuishui looked at the handsome face so close to hers with a complicated expression. "Can... can you... stay with me tonight?"
"Huh?" Huo Yuhao was instantly flustered. It was true that he had offended her before, but when it came to the real thing, he was still a bit at a loss.
"This isn't right... after all, you are Qiūqiū's mother."
"No, I'm not..." Nan Shuishui shook her head unexpectedly. "This is a secret..."
In this strange position, Huo Yuhao listened as Nan Shuishui carefully recounted the events of that year—
"So, Nan Qiūqiū is quite pitiful..." Huo Yuhao thought of that spoiled and willful young girl and sighed softly.
Moreover, the woman before him seemed to have lived an even more painful life. In the eyes of outsiders, she was a widow who had to consider not only the reputation of the sect but also the feelings of her "daughter," Nan Qiūqiū, and live out her life alone.
"You are the infamous Demon King of the continent, and also the continent's number one prodigy. Giving myself to you, this life will not have been in vain..." Nan Shuishui's beautiful eyes stared affectionately at the change in Huo Yuhao's eyes. "If I miss tonight, I will regret it for a lifetime—"
After speaking, she suddenly used her strength, pulled Huo Yuhao's head down, and kissed him fervently.
Her movements were clumsy. How could she be a match for the hundred-million-battle-hardened Huo Yuhao? Under Huo Yuhao's skilled response, she quickly lost herself.
Huo Yuhao knew that this woman wanted to use her relationship with him to protect the Earth Dragon Gate in the future. He sighed in his heart. She probably didn't know what a huge favor the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Marrow she had gifted him was.
A moment later, the two were breathing rapidly. Huo Yuhao's hands uncontrollably grabbed the clothes on her shoulders. Then he looked at the mature woman beneath him with a solemn expression.
"You won't regret it?"
Nan Shuishui just trembled as she stretched out her fingers. A blast of Annihilation Light easily dissolved his and her own clothes, showing her determination with her actions. From then on, there were no more obstacles between the two.
In this atmosphere, Huo Yuhao was no chaste Tang San Shao. The God of Lust had once amplified his desires, leading to a constant stream of beauties around him. Now, he could only let things take their course. He knew well that the most difficult thing in this world to repay was a woman's affection.
Since he already owed so much, there was no need for him to pretend to be noble and chaste anymore.
The narrative then describes their lovemaking in a series of highly elaborate and coded metaphors based on cultivation and famous Tang Sect techniques. Little Huo's Flying Dagger finds its mark, but the scabbard is new and tight. He must persevere. She fights back, biting his shoulder. He retaliates, using the Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon technique. The battle is fierce, and his Guanyin's Tear makes her cry like rain. They fight until they are exhausted, even using the Buddha's Fury Lying Lotus position.
The battle on the collapsed bed did not stop until dawn the next day. It also made Huo Yuhao deeply understand that once a prodigy who had never been on the battlefield grasped the rhythm of war, she was not someone he could easily conquer.
How can the side of the bed endure the fierce battle of two people?
After a night of conquest, Huo Yuhao and the enemy in his arms gradually felt a wave of weariness. After a final battle of words and tongues, both fell into a deep sleep.
Only in that otherworldly space, Die Qiu, who had been observing the battle, trembled all over. A small notebook in her hand, filled with densely packed notes on Tang Sect's secret techniques and how to counter them, fell to the ground with a slap as her concentration broke.
This Huo Yǔhào was not that Huo Yuhao. The direction of his training was different. Thus, Die Qiu decided that the most urgent task at hand was body training!