Name: Xuan Chen
Strength: 2.5
Meridian Yins Released: 95
Meridian Points Gained: 50
Stage: Spirit Combustion Stage 01
Age: 20
Xuan sighs. Finally going back inside his house, checking his progress was the first thing, and he had confirmed it. NGT (Nipple God Technique) did give him fifty yins.
And Zhao Lan did a great job absorbing that much; he could only now imagine the load he had poured inside her.
She could be pregnant with his child, but that was up to Xuan and her, depending on how intense they go.
"Still, I think I owe Zhao Lan big time," Xuan clenched his fist. "But first, I have scores to settle in my world."
And with that, Xuan kept the bookmark and his stick, then slept happy that night because he could now begin cultivating.
Very early in the morning, as usual, before any sect members woke up, Xuan had already woken up and picked a broom to sweep his quarters.
Today, the son-in-law is to be expected, so Han would make all the slaves work twice as hard.
Like him now telling someone to clean the wooden floor more than once. "I don't want to see a stain on it," said Han.
"The third day of this week is the next twin moon. I promised I'd cripple her."
As Xuan was sweeping, he kept revising his plans against his uncle and Li Zhi as well. It appears the six times a day requirements fell on the day of his retribution.
However, his thoughts were quickly shifted as the wind began spreading his dirt around, but not too strong.
It wasn't just where he had swept; the nearby trees around the sect were also waving due to the wind's pressure.
Xuan looked up and saw spirit beasts approaching his sect—a total of five spirit beasts, a goose with a long neck and decorated with gold armor.
Normally, an ordinary man could not afford a travel beast such as the goose beast, and on top of that, the gold armory on the beast was definitely not something an ordinary man could afford.
Xuan already knew this must be Ru Chen's fiancé, Fang Yuan, Son of Wealth's first son.
"Uncle Han must have searched heaven and earth for this man," thought Xuan.
The Yuan bloodline wasn't of royalty, but the wealth they had gave them some sort of edge over common folks.
Like every influential cultivator, the Yuan bloodline also has enemies, which was why they reside in the Harem Empire.
If it wasn't kept a secret that the first son of Son of Wealth is out in the open, then this sect should be expecting trouble soon.
Fang Yuan was accompanied by four escorts, and the last goose was the one carrying all the loads—probably gifts, as Xuan saw them.
The moment the goose had landed, Han had quickly run outside with a couple of servants to welcome the young master.
"You must be exhausted from all that flying. Please, come have some rest."
"Ah, yes, indeed I am exhausted," said Fang Yuan, waving his long hair. One could actually mistake him for a lady, especially with that feminine voice of his.
"I shall have the finest tea, and my fiancée by my side," said Fang Yuan.
"Yes, yes, indeed, Son of Wealth." As expected, Xuan knew his uncle would be more of an obedient dog to someone of Fang Yuan's status.
He just kept his head bowing while nodding countless times. Xuan didn't bother counting. He just watched them go inside.
"Tea, eh!" Xuan mutters to himself before carrying on with his sweeping.
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After Xuan was done with the sect sweep, although he could already walk now, he was still limping with his sticks as if he were still a cripple.
He managed to enter the kitchen where the tea was being prepared. Luckily, there was but one person inside.
Xuan sighs.
He already knew what would happen if he walked in as a cripple. This guy in the kitchen would toss him out because Han had strictly told them to do so.
Not because Xuan heard him telling them, but it had already happened to him, and he was just five seconds rewound, so he was starting over again.
"Alright, I know now."
Xuan walked to his room and hid his stick underneath his bed, then tiptoeing his way, he began looking for the guest room.
A few maidens almost saw him, but he quickly maneuvered past them. He was looking for the Son of Wealth's guard uniform.
Unlike his sect members, Son of Wealth's men had their uniforms concealing their mouths as well—like some ninjas.
So it would be hard to tell it wasn't Xuan. He successfully stole the clothes and now headed towards the kitchen.
"Ahem! Master Fang Yuan has requested for his tea," said Xuan, imitating the voice of a mature person.
The kitchen slave looked at the guard. Well, someone had to take the tea there. It should have been him, but it seems this guy was already taking his place.
"Well, okay, that's it there," said the man.
Xuan nods and picks the tray, having a cup and a hot glass kettle with the tea in it.
Xuan made sure no one was following him, so he quickly brought out one of those medicines he sells, already knowing what it'd do.
"Green cough powder," thought Xuan. He sprinkles the green powder inside the kettle and concealed it with his mediocre skills that had always come in handy.
Xuan enters the gathering, where he saw his mother, Han, Yu Chen, and Ru Chen sitting with her fiancé.
There were also a few guards in the room. While Ru Chen was getting teased by Fang Yuan on the bed they sat, Xuan dropped the tea on the little chair in front of them.
"Ah yes, finally a tea from the Chen Sect. Be best, I assume?"
"I assure you it is, Young Master Fang Yuan," Mr. Han replies jovially, looking around while he said that.
Xuan bows to them and left the room, quickly rushing to his room and pulling off the guard clothes. He took his stick and left his room very fast.
"Where are you going? Stop there!"
A guard tried stopping the limping cripple, but it was no use. Xuan seemed to be in a hurry, and one could be confused if he was using the sticks to move that fast or his legs.
But the guard didn't think much of it because it was a well-known fact that Xuan was crippled.
Fang Yuan poured the hot tea, smiling and having a watery mouth. But before he could drink the tea, Xuan was there just in time.
Shatters
Xuan knocked the glass cup from Fang Yuan's grip, sending the tea spilling on the floor as the cup shattered to pieces.
Mr. Han was pissed off.