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Chapter 82 I, Han Jianqing, as the Young Master of the Yulong Sect
Perhaps because it was near the sea, Si Yang City inexplicably had a rain.
At first, it was a light drizzle, a fine rain sprinkling down.
Soon after, thunder appeared, and tiny silver lightning snakes flickered in and out of sight within the drifting dark clouds.
The sky gradually darkened, the thunder grew more urgent, and the fine rain suddenly turned into a downpour.
The shaded path outside Si Yang City had no stone paving and became increasingly muddy from the sudden rain…
This rain did not last long, gradually stopping two hours later.
The dark clouds did not disperse, and the entire city felt somewhat oppressive.
Inside the inn, Fu Huaian gently covered his Master with a thin blanket; she was sleeping soundly and contentedly.
Fu Huaian walked to the window by the next table and looked down; the street was slick with rainwater, which could be seen flowing in thin streams within the narrow gutters.
Someone had dropped a bag of goat milk on the street, and it mixed with the rainwater, appearing somewhat turbid in the small crevices of the bluestone paving.
Ji Nan Yuan glanced at him, letting out a soft, exasperated sigh, her voice small and alluring:
"Pervert…"
Ji Nan Yuan and Yao Qi did not join the fun, staying in the room to avoid it, yet they couldn't help but frequently look towards the bed.
Their mood was complex at this moment.
Fu Huaian did not cultivate with his Master using Cultivation Techniques; it was simply a matter of pure emotion.
He glanced at Empress Baby's charming face; her eyes still held an undissipated moistness, delicate and soft.
Fu Huaian sat at the table, pulled her into his embrace, and gently rubbed his cheek against her tender white face.
The slight warmth was especially comfortable.
Yao Qi lay on her side on the soft couch, her cheeks flushed as she looked at the two, her small, cherry lips slightly parted, revealing two small, white, pointed fangs.
Her lower body had transformed into a Dragon form at this moment, softly resting to the side.
A red dress enveloped her delicate body, her posture slightly languid and weak.
Ji Nan Yuan perhaps felt that this inexplicable sudden rain might start again, so she leaned forward slightly and closed the window.
The room instantly became a bit dimmer.
"Huai'an…"
Fu Huaian intertwined his fingers with hers, and with his other hand, lit a bright candle.
Under the illumination of the candlelight on the table, Empress Baby was exquisitely beautiful beyond compare.
The exquisite round table was not narrow.
Fu Huaian felt Empress Baby's delicate body becoming increasingly hot.
Thump.
The candle and Empress Baby's face were very close; Fu Huaian stood up, smiling as he slightly looked down…
Half an hour later, the table began to creak rhythmically.
Yao Qi bit her red lips tightly, her delicate body trembling slightly, and the golden light in her demonic vertical pupils involuntarily flickered as she stared fixedly at the round table!
She lightly licked her red lips with her tongue, and her figure flickered; her Dragon body wrapped around the two on the table, and they all tumbled onto the soft bed…
…
Boom—
Thunder roared, and tiny lightning snakes filled the sky endlessly.
Night had not yet fallen, but the sudden rain inexplicably began again.
This sudden rain did not stop at all, only showing signs of gradually ceasing three days later.
This made the Cultivators around Wanxiang Hall slightly frown.
In another two hours.
The Yinling Daoguo was about to be auctioned.
Creak.
Fu Huaian opened the door, feeling refreshed; the room was spotless, leaving no trace behind.
The three beauties gently exhaled, calming their emotions, maintaining composure, and followed Fu Huaian out of the inn towards Wanxiang Hall.
The four walked onto the main street, where most of the surrounding people were Cultivators of varying Realms, with few ordinary people.
Fu Huaian spent half an hour, following the flow of people into Wanxiang Hall.
Wanxiang Hall was extremely spacious; seating tens of thousands of people was absolutely no problem.
As a newcomer, Fu Huaian naturally did not have the privilege of a private booth or front-row seating.
He could only find a five-person spot in the back five rows and sit down, with his three wives seated on either side.
Soon after the four sat down, a group of unruly individuals whose gazes had noticed them eagerly came over, wanting to sit next to Ji Nan Yuan or Yao Qi!
Fu Huaian frowned, about to use his Divine Sense to scan the surroundings and look for a manager to inquire about paying for a private booth.
At this moment, Yao Qi suddenly stopped concealing her Realm and sent a Tai Xu Realm Cultivator, who was deliberately stumbling towards her, flying!
"Ah!"
Yao Qi showed no mercy; that young man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, let out a miserable wail, and flew high into the air, and by the time he fell to the ground, his bones were shattered, and his eyes were unfocused.
He looked like he was on the verge of death!
The people around immediately turned pale and quieted down!
"Such powerful spiritual fluctuations!"
"It's a Crossing Tribulation Realm Cultivator!"
"Why is a Crossing Tribulation Realm Cultivator sitting here?"
…
Fu Huaian frowned, stood up, and looked at the blue-robed elder rapidly approaching from a distance; his expression was slightly displeased as he glanced at the half-dead Cultivator.
When his gaze turned to Yao Qi, his expression became much more amiable.
Who was right or wrong didn't matter; the Crossing Tribulation Realm cultivation was the key.
In Si Yang City, although a Crossing Tribulation Realm Cultivator was not a top-tier Cultivator that would make people tremble in fear, they were definitely not insignificant figures, but rather upper-middle-class characters.
They could not be slighted.
The blue-robed elder bowed slightly, then looked up at Yao Qi, noticing her unusual eyes, and was slightly startled, but maintained a calm demeanor.
"Honored guest, please follow me; I will find you a quiet place."
Yao Qi looked at Fu Huaian.
The blue-robed elder was taken aback, then turned his gaze to the handsome young man.
His Yuanying Realm cultivation was terrifyingly solid.
Fu Huaian smiled and nodded at the blue-robed elder, gesturing with his hand:
"Thank you, please lead the way."
The blue-robed elder nodded and led the four to a quiet booth not far from the central high platform.
Inside, there were pretty maids, spiritual tea, spiritual fruits, and comfortable soft chairs.
The blue-robed elder smiled at Fu Huaian, his attitude gentle:
"Wanxiang Hall has special booths prepared for Cultivators above the Crossing Tribulation Realm; I hope the previous minor incident did not cause any displeasure to our honored guest."
Fu Huaian smiled and nodded, sighing inwardly.
Indeed, respect and courtesy are always built upon a foundation of strength.
The blue-robed elder did not stay long in the room and turned to leave.
The walls of the booth were arranged with Formations, like a shimmering water curtain, allowing a clear view of the high platform and the surrounding Cultivators, and external sounds could be heard or blocked.
Fu Huaian and his group had never seen such a thing before, and they all examined it with great interest.
The maid nearby was slightly curious; she had never encountered such… inexperienced honored guests before.
…
Above the center of Wanxiang Hall, a magnificent small hall floated.
Here sat the most noble group of people, each with unfathomable cultivation or terrifying backgrounds.
They chatted and communicated with each other, their faces all bearing a slight smile.
The small hall was exquisitely arranged, with its surroundings entirely formed by a Formation water curtain; everyone sat on soft couches, as if floating in the clouds.
Being inside, one could take in any corner of Wanxiang Hall.
But from the outside, the small hall appeared simple and unadorned, only its exquisite exterior walls visible.
At this moment, a young man inside the small hall was deep in thought.
He had inadvertently witnessed the small commotion below earlier, initially only amazed by the beauty of the red-dressed woman.
But when he noticed her pupils and the faint Demonic Qi on her body, his heart was filled with joy.
She was actually a flood Dragon.
His gaze turned to a certain booth in the distance, and some inexplicable thoughts immediately arose in his mind.
A flood Dragon was a considerable temptation for him, especially one so stunning.
His eyes suddenly became 뜨거워.
As Han Jianqing, the Young Lord of Yu Long Sect, I happen to lack a high-Realm female flood Dragon.
[Last time, I picked Han Jianqing after a long time. Now there's a Land Immortal. Is there anyone who wants to make a cameo?]
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