"Teach me how you did that."
Xuan did not answer to that. Instead, he walked towards her, but Zhao Lan kept moving back—until Xuan grabbed her by the waist.
He moved his lips closer to her ears and whispered, "Be my wife."
It came as a surprise to Zhao Lan, especially when she knew Xuan knew about her husband, Mr. Lan.
Immediately after he whispered those words, she moved back away from him and cupped her mouth with her hand.
"Oh my," the words came out of her dramatically. She walked past him and turned to face Xuan, who was staring at the night.
"Is it me you want? Or is it my body?" asked Zhao Lan with a jovial expression, like a mother proud of her son for taking a bold step.
Silence.
Xuan chuckled for a few seconds. Turning to face her, he replied, "I want both."
Zhao Lan felt satisfied hearing him say that. Although she was above her early 30s, she wasn't too old to feel butterflies in her stomach.
She kept staring at the floor with her hands behind her back, like a shy schoolgirl with flushed cheeks.
"Well okay, I'll think about it," said Zhao Lan. "But that means you'll have to marry me to your world, right?"
Xuan nodded. "If that's what you want."
All that happened a few minutes ago, and Xuan was back in his world, staring at his ceiling while thinking about Zhao Lan.
In terms of beauty, he would rate her pretty high, and on top of that, she was a Divine Combustion cultivator at Stage 01.
'Even after knowing I was some fake great warrior, she let me cultivate with her,' thought Xuan.
Deep down, he couldn't thank Zhao Lan enough. Most of the techniques he used were all on her, and he didn't beg.
She opened her legs willingly for him. "I owe you my life, Zhao Lan," Xuan said to himself.
The nighttime would soon be over, and he wanted to get some sleep. After today, the next day would be when he destroys Han and Li Zhi.
Xuan already knew how to destroy the meridians of a male cultivator. After all, he was an avid chaser of knowledge when it comes to dual cultivation.
To destroy a male cultivator's meridian was simple: a man has to cultivate with the desired target, and when the other male involuntarily takes in the yin—
Xuan sighed. "Too easy." He already had a person planned out for that.
Speaking of Fang Yuan, he needed to cultivate with Ru Chen today.
What tradition calls an engagement cultivation—but Xuan wouldn't let that happen. He was going to be the one to fuck Ru Chen.
And for Li Zhi, the Son of Heaven's daughter won't see it coming. Even after that threat, she did not bother bringing back Xuan's money.
"Xuan!" yelled the fat man standing at his door. He rudely knocked the door open unannounced.
It was his uncle, Han.
"You know you made me lose a lot of horny customers, and you have the guts to still be sleeping by this time," said Han.
Silence. Xuan wasn't answering him and pretended to be fast asleep.
"Xuan, are you deaf?"
But he had to stand up—not because of his uncle, maybe he just hadn't given his legs a good stretch.
So Xuan sat up on his bed. Then a big bag full of dual medicines landed on his bed beside him.
His uncle did not say anything after that and just left the room. Xuan sighed.
Picking up the backpack, Xuan walked out of his room while pretending to still be a cripple.
Just outside, he saw his mother speaking with Fang Yuan—no, she was smiling with the young master. She kept disgusting him by the moment.
(A/N: I want to ask if Xuan should also have revenge on his mother. I.e., Cultivating, just asking.)
"Ah, Xuan, where are you off to so early?"
Fang Yuan noticed him when Xuan was just at the sect's exit and sauntered toward the assumed cripple.
"Uh? Are those dual medicines? Are you off to Xianxia City?"
Xuan smiled, confirming the young master's words. "Woah, that's many miles from here. Do you want me to fetch a beast goose?"
Before Xuan could even reply to Fang Yuan, Han came out of nowhere with his big belly and started blabbering.
"Haha, he can't ride one... he's stuck at Meridian Stage, and his meridian is broken. That's why he's a cripple, hahaha."
Though Han was laughing, it didn't make Xuan feel bad. Plus, Fang Yuan wasn't laughing at Xuan. Instead, he felt pity while staring at his legs.
This was the man Xuan wanted to use to destroy his uncle's meridian.
'Why is he pitying me?' thought Xuan. His uncle's meridian would be broken, but also, Fang Yuan would never be able to release yin again.
Well, it didn't matter. If Xuan couldn't find an alternate, then Fang Yuan would have to do it.
Xuan walked far away from the sect and stopped at a tree. Looking left and right before his sticks vanished using his mediocre skill.
"Jeez, now that I'm not a cripple, it feels like stress using the sticks."
An idea crept into his mind, and Xuan wanted to give his legs some stretch, instead of walking on the ground.
Boom!
Xuan started leaping on the branches. "Damn, this feels good." He perfected his landing on a slim branch, then slipped.
However, he was quick enough to grab the vine and swing himself back up on another tree. That's when something stopped Xuan.
"It's just one elf, you idiots! Fucking get her already!"
"Don't you guys want to fuck an elf?"
"Not only would we enjoy the fuck, it makes breakthroughs abnormally faster."
Xuan's eyes exploded—not because of what he heard, he already knew all that, and it was true.
Cultivating with an elf was the most effective dual cultivation. His current Spirit Combustion Stage 01 could reach late Combustion Stage 05 with just a one-night stand.
Xuan's eyes were exploding because he was seeing a real elf. These creatures were supposed to be like air—everywhere but never seen.
And she had the royal seal on her arm.
However, this elf was backing away, with a big tree behind her back, and five probable slave traders were grinning at her.
These rogues had a cargo cart. Maybe after raping her, they planned on selling her—who knows?
"Hehe, a fuck from a royal blood," one of them muttered.
If Xuan's estimation was correct—he wasn't very good at it yet—but four of them were at Martial Realm Stage 01, and only the muscular one was at Stage 03.
Xuan sighed. "This isn't about being the hero." He leaped down in a pose where his fist struck the ground. "Ouch." But he was composed.
The slave traders immediately turned around to see who it was. Staring at each other, they thought it would be someone like Martial Realm Stage 05.
Because Divine Combustion cultivators were rare in the outskirts of the Harem Empire.
"Uh? A Spirit Combustion Stage 01?"
With the news spreading out like a woman's legs, the slave traders began to laugh at Xuan.
"What? Are you here to look at us fuck the elf?"
But Xuan, was fucking confident.
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