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Qingshan City, rear courtyard of the City Lord's residence.
Late at night.
Strands of moonlight slipped through tiny gaps in the doors and windows, dispelling a bit of the darkness in the otherwise pitch-black room.
On the bed, the curtains rippled and shifted.
Through the sheer curtains, one could vaguely see two figures entwined together, lingering in deep intimacy.
After a long while, the storm of passion finally settled.
Wei Yang lazily leaned against the headboard, looking thoroughly satisfied, with one arm wrapped around the soft, limp woman in his embrace. His palm gently stroked the smooth, jade-like skin of her back.
Even though he had felt it many times already, this skin — so slippery and delicate like the finest silk — still made him completely unable to let go.
A trace of moonlight filtered through the curtain, illuminating the woman's back with a faint, glistening glow.
So white it nearly hurt the eyes.
Coupled with the waterfall of snow-white hair draped over it, barely concealing that perfectly graceful and alluring silhouette, it was enough to make one's blood race.
Wei Yang had to take several deep breaths before he could suppress the surging fire in his belly.
The woman in his arms was still breathing a bit raggedly, looking as if she had melted into a puddle, with no strength even to lift a finger.
"Hehe."
Seeing this, Wei Yang couldn't help but chuckle smugly.
"You rascal, coming back in the dead of night, and then pouncing on me right away — hateful."
Xian'er shifted her body a bit, letting out a soft, drowsy, coquettish complaint.
"Hmph."
Wei Yang snorted in satisfaction.
After resting for quite a while, Xian'er finally recovered a bit of strength. She shifted around in Wei Yang's embrace to find a more comfortable position, then looked up at him and asked:
"In a few days, when you go back to the Jia Ma Empire with Xiao Yan, you're going by yourself?"
"Mm."
Wei Yang nodded casually.
"I'll just go on my own, I'll be back in a few days."
"Why not bring Du Jiao along?"
Xian'er frowned slightly, sounding worried.
"No need, let Du Jiao stay here with you. That way, if there's any news about the Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva, you'll still have enough power to guarantee absolute safety."
"As for the trip to the Jia Ma Empire, with my strength, dealing with Yun Shan, who just stepped into Dou Zong, is no problem at all," Wei Yang said indifferently.
"Alright, just be careful."
Xian'er still reminded him.
"Relax. With my strength, there is no one in the Jia Ma Empire who can threaten me. And even if I can't beat them, can't I still run?"
Xian'er wrinkled her nose, giving a little snort, but said nothing more.
"Once we get the Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva, we'll head out to the depths of the void to search for the Nine Serene Wind Flame, and after that, it'll be time to go to Central Plains…"
Wei Yang spoke softly, laying out his future plans.
"Central Plains, huh…"
Xian'er murmured quietly, a hint of expectation flashing in her eyes.
Toward the heart of the continent, the Central Plains, she also felt a trace of yearning.
After all, the prosperity of that place could never be matched by the barren northwest continent.
"When we go to Central Plains, will we go to the Pill Tower first?"
Xian'er asked.
The legendary Pill Tower, holy land of alchemists, had long been something she dreamed of.
If there was anywhere in Central Plains that attracted her most, it would definitely be the Pill Tower.
"That's the plan for now, but we'll see when the time comes," Wei Yang said.
"After all, we don't yet know what the trip to the depths of the void will bring."
"Oh."
Xian'er gave a soft reply, wrapping her arms around Wei Yang's neck, pressing her fragrant, soft, enticing body even closer to him.
A moment later.
She quietly said:
"Brother Yang, Qing Lin is already nineteen now… when do you plan to, hmm?"
"What?"
Wei Yang was startled, then quickly pretended not to understand. In truth, he also felt somewhat tempted in his heart.
In the blink of an eye, Qing Lin had grown up too — blossomed into a beautiful young lady.
If he said he felt nothing at all, that would be a lie.
But right now, in front of Xian'er, of course he couldn't show it too clearly, and could only play dumb.
"Hmph, don't you play dumb with me. You think I don't know what you're thinking?"
Xian'er gave a cold little snort, reached out to pinch the soft flesh at Wei Yang's waist, and gave it a gentle twist.
Tss—
Wei Yang drew in a sharp breath, pretending to be in pain as he begged for mercy:
"Xian'er, Xian'er, easy, easy, it hurts!"
"Hmph, serves you right if it hurts."
Only then did Xian'er seem a bit satisfied, letting go and even helping to rub the pinched spot for him. Her tone, however, still carried a faint hint of displeasure:
"I can see how that little girl looks at you, probably dying for you to gobble her up already."
Though she had long since prepared herself mentally, as a woman, to say she was completely unconcerned would be impossible.
Still, angry as she might be, she wouldn't actually oppose it.
Qing Lin — she had already accepted her in her heart.
"Hehe, that girl, I… I've always thought of her like a little sister…"
Wei Yang gave a forced, awkward laugh, telling a lie with a guilty conscience.
How could he not understand Qing Lin's little thoughts?
"You think I'll believe that nonsense? Little sister? More like a sweet sister!"
Xian'er shot him a sidelong glare, then shifted the hand at his waist from rubbing to pinching again, muttering as she did:
"You big scoundrel, I'll pinch you to death, pinch you to death…"
Wei Yang could only force a bitter smile, tightening the arm around Xian'er while gently comforting and coaxing her with sweet words.
For someone as usually quiet and graceful as Xian'er to suddenly throw a small tantrum, it really left Wei Yang a bit flustered and helpless.
In his heart, he could not help sighing — enjoying the blessings of having so many women was truly not as easy as one might think.
In the end, he had no choice but to use his ultimate move, flipping Xian'er underneath him once again...
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In the hours before dawn, Wei Yang was finally chased out of the room.
He wore only a loose robe, standing in the courtyard. He turned to glance at the tightly closed door behind him, then shifted his gaze to another room not far away — that was where Qing Lin lived.
Although Xian'er hadn't said much, her meaning was quite obvious — telling Wei Yang to go and take Qing Lin.
In Wei Yang's mind, the image of Qing Lin's slender, impossibly alluring snake waist — even more dazzling than Xian'er's — along with that graceful, delicate figure, could not help but surface. He reflexively reached back to rub his own waist.
He'd already gone three rounds tonight — going again might really be a bit much.
But then he thought of that flawless snake waist, soon to be twisting beneath him with breathtaking curves, and his spirit was instantly reawakened.
And so, Wei Yang tiptoed to the door of Qing Lin's room.
He pressed his ear to the door, listening. Inside, there was no sound at all, not even the faintest breathing.
If he hadn't listened so carefully, he truly might not have noticed.
This little girl, looks like she's still awake?
Wei Yang's eyes turned slightly, thinking to himself.
Deliberately quieting her breathing so obviously — it was no different from burying the silver under no-silver-three-hundred tael.
Taking a quiet breath, he raised his hand and tapped lightly on the door.
Dong dong dong—
Inside, dead silence.
Only that nearly undetectable breathing suddenly turned a bit hurried.
Wei Yang found this funny, coughed lightly, then guiltily glanced around before softly saying:
"Qing Lin, are you asleep? It's me."
Still no response from within, even the earlier hurried breath slowly faded away.
Wei Yang waited for a moment, then, getting no reply, could only grit his teeth and try pushing gently on the door.
Creak—
Unexpectedly, the door opened with just a light push.
No lamps were lit inside, complete darkness.
Wei Yang's eyes lit up, and he slipped quickly through the gap.
Bang—
With a backhand, he quickly closed the door behind him, the latch falling into place with a click.
Inside this fragrant boudoir, there was no source of light at all, not even moonlight could seep in, leaving pitch-blackness so thick it was impossible to see one's hand in front of the face.
Wei Yang didn't use any soul perception to scan, but instead groped his way in the darkness around a screen, arriving at the inner section.
Taking a slight sniff, a faint, pleasant fragrance filled the air — Qing Lin's own scent.
Up ahead, the outline of the bed was faintly visible.
Wei Yang tiptoed to the side of the bed, and through the thin curtains could vaguely see a graceful figure, covered only with a light blanket, curled up there.
"Qing Lin," Wei Yang called softly.
"...Mm."
After a long moment, a barely audible, mosquito-like sound of agreement came from under the blanket.
Its meaning was hard to tell, both shy and happy.
Wei Yang grinned, then gently shed his robe, climbing naked onto the bed in one fluid motion, flipping open the thin blanket in a flash.
"Ah~"
A startled cry rang out.
At the same instant, an incredibly pleasant, delicate fragrance rushed into his nose, while his arms wrapped around a warm, soft, faintly hot body.
Under his palm was smoothness beyond compare — not the slightest obstruction.
Silky, hot, delicate, soft…
Wei Yang's eyes went wide in surprise.
Then — pure delight.
He hadn't expected that this little girl would actually be wearing nothing at all!
His arms tightened a bit instinctively.
"Young master, y-you must… be gentle with me…"
The girl in his arms pressed tightly against Wei Yang, burying her head into his chest, her voice shy and tremulous, as if half-scared and half-expecting.
"Mm."
Wei Yang nodded heavily in response.
Lowering his head, he lightly pecked a kiss onto her hot forehead, then asked:
"Qing Lin, are you willing to become my woman?"
"Mm, I'm willing."
Came the girl's soft reply.
"Then from now on, call me Brother Yang, or even husband, alright?"
Wei Yang's hand roamed over her body as he spoke.
"No…"
The girl shook her head lightly, embarrassed:
"I still like calling you young master…"
"Silly girl."
Wei Yang's breathing grew heavier, then he flipped over, pressing her beneath him.
"Mm, young master, mm, please be gentle…"
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