"A Carefree Journey Through the Tang Dynasty" by Beichen Xingye

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Author: Beichenxing
First Published: Cuiweiju

Synopsis: The story of

a young man who has never entered the world, is well-read but somewhat stubborn, and "refines his heart" in the world of *The Legend of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty* . [Author's Note] This is an expanded version (1.61 million words), different from the public version (1.32 million words), 　　　　　as promised by the author. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 001 Learning Skills in Tianshan 　　In 2082 AD, Xinjiang, China, Tianshan Mountains, at the summit of Khantengge Peak, Wuji Cave, Yunji Immortal Abode. 　　The scene was incongruous: a strange old man, with white hair and beard, gave off an air of otherworldly elegance. At first glance, one would think that even if he wasn't a deity, he was definitely a highly accomplished hermit. However, what was comical was that the old man was holding a comic book in one hand, while his eyes were fixed on a ball of light about ten feet in diameter a few feet away. 　　The situation inside the ball of light was unknown, because the seven-colored light emanating from it was too dazzling. 　　"Seven years have passed, Xiaoze, you should be emerging from seclusion soon," the old man sighed, then lowered his head to continue reading his comics. 　　Another six months passed. 　　That night, the old man, as always, stared at the sphere of light while reading his comics. Suddenly, the light within the sphere began to dim slowly. The old man's face lit up with joy. He put down his comics, went to the sphere, and stared at it intently. 　　"Snap!" With a soft sound, the sphere ceased to emit any light, and began to slowly show signs of cracking. When the cracks became countless, the sphere shattered silently, its fragments vanishing into thin air. 　　"Master!" 　　The moment the sphere shattered, a young man rushed forward like the wind and knelt before the old man. Although it was night, the young man's body emitted a pale white light, enough to replace a fluorescent lamp. 　　The old man smiled and helped the boy up. The boy was about twenty years old, with a handsome face, bright eyes, and a refined, elegant demeanor. He was about 1.85 meters tall, a head taller than the old man. His skin was fair, like a woman's, yet also full of life like a newborn baby. His muscles weren't particularly developed, yet he exuded a perfect, peaceful aura. He possessed an ethereal, almost otherworldly quality, making him instantly approachable. 　　"Good lad, you've finally grown into a man! I'm very pleased. Go find some clothes to wear," 　　the old man said, patting the boy's shoulder with a hearty laugh. 　　"Okay," the boy nodded in reply. He went to where the old man had been sitting and found some clothes to put on. 　　"Master, how have you been these past seven years? How is the outside world? I came up the mountain with you when I was four, and it's been fifteen years now. This seclusion has made it seven years since I last saw you. I've only come down the mountain a few times before. The books say the outside world is wonderful, and I want to go out and see it too." 　　The boy said, picking up the comic book the old man had been reading and flipping through it casually. 　　"Don't rush, this is also the last time your master will see you in the mortal realm. With you now, even if you go out, I'll be at ease no matter where you go." 　　The old man smiled. 　　"What! The last time we'll see each other? Master, what's wrong? Are you going to ascend to immortality? Will I never see you again?" 　　The boy was anxious, and a series of questions left the old man speechless. 　　"Haha, don't worry, let's sit down and talk slowly." 　　The old man said. 　　"Xiao Ze, do you know my identity?" 　　the old man continued. 　　"Didn't Master tell me your name was Yun Jizi when you accepted me as your disciple?" 　　the boy replied, puzzled. 　　"Indeed, my name is Yunjizi, but I haven't yet told you my detailed identity," 　　the old man said . 　　"Detailed identity?" 　　the boy asked again. 　　"Yes, my immortal title is 'Ancient Sword Immortal,' and I am 130,000 years old this year. After participating in the final battle of the God Realm with a group of great gods at the beginning of the primordial era, I traveled to the mortal realm. Although the scenery of the upper realm is beautiful, the lower realm also has its own unique charm. Fortunately, I met you. You possess a physique and mind rarely seen in the mortal realm, far surpassing my own aptitude. However, I could see from your appearance that you have a very deep romantic entanglement in the lower realm, so I took you in and forcibly helped you refine an extraordinary body within a dozen years. This way, I won't have to worry too much about your safety after we part ways. After cultivating and rejuvenating in the mortal realm for several hundred years and achieving a complete divine body, you can ascend to the true Yunji Immortal Mansion in the upper realm and seize your own destiny," 　　the old man said with a smile. 　　"What? My love life is full of troubles? Don't joke around, Master. I'm nineteen years old, and I've been cultivating in the cave all day. I haven't even seen a real woman yet. I blush when I see those scantily clad women in books. Don't lie to me. Do you think it's fun to fool a young person at your age?" 　　The boy looked unconvinced. 　　"You brat, why would your master lie to you?" 　　Yun Jizi gave him a flick on the forehead. 　　"Alright, alright, I surrender. Please continue, Master. " 　　The boy surrendered with both hands. 　　"For the past fifteen years, all my energy has been focused on creating a body for you. I haven't taught you any martial arts. Have you ever wondered why I did this?" 　　Yun Jizi asked. 　　"Yes, I did have that question at first, but I gradually forgot about it." 　　The boy answered while flipping through the comic book. 　　"..." 　　Yun Jizi was speechless, thinking to himself, this brat looks like a greenhorn. How could he be destined for such deep troubles? Could it be that my Heavenly Evolution Divination can fail me? 　　It's no wonder Yun Jizi thought that way, because our protagonist—oh, right, we haven't introduced his name yet—is surnamed Yuan, named Yueze. He's an orphan. Since our protagonist hasn't really experienced the world, in Yun Jizi's eyes, he's like a blank sheet of paper. 　　Yun Jizi shook his head, thinking, "What am I even thinking about?" He continued, "I'll stay with you for another year. During this year, I'll teach you martial arts and other skills you like. In addition, I'll give you ten pills, each of which can restore youth and increase lifespan by ninety-nine eight hundred and ten years. You must not give them away casually afterward. You must fully verify their character before giving them to anyone. Otherwise, if you give them to an evil person, I won't forgive you! You brat, are you even listening?" 　　Yun Jizi was furious when he saw Yuan Yueze constantly looking down at his comic book. 　　"Yes, I'm listening, Master, please continue," 　　Yuan Yueze replied without turning his head.

Just as Yun Jizi was about to continue, Yuan Yueze suddenly asked, "Master, what martial arts do you plan to teach me? Also, you said I have many romantic entanglements, but what if all my wives die after a hundred years?"

"Martial arts are up to your own preference. As for your wives, your worries are completely unnecessary. Every woman who has had a physical union with you, after receiving your life essence, will also be influenced by you and gain eternal life. After another hundred years of cultivation, they will naturally achieve a complete divine body like you. But you're still a greenhorn, worrying about their lives before you even have a wife. That's really strange,"

Yun Jizi replied.

"Haven't I ever seen a sheep walk even if I haven't eaten mutton? Besides, I've read all the books around Master. Although I haven't practiced, I'm still very confident in my theory," Yuan

Yueze said confidently. Yun Jizi

curled his lips, thinking to himself: You're a king of theory, huh? You'll know what a headache it is when you actually run into a hole.

"Master, what kind of martial arts do you think I should learn?"

Yuan Yueze asked.

"You can learn whatever you like, but wouldn't you like to create your own martial arts style? That would be so exciting!"

Yun Jizi said.

Yuan Yueze nodded.

Then he thought: If I could create my own martial arts style, it would really be as exciting as Master said!

So he said, "I'll refer to the manuals Master has collected. It would be best if I could summarize my own martial arts style. If not, I'll just learn a few."

Yun Jizi was taken aback when he heard his words, and laughed, "You're really a newborn calf that's not afraid of tigers. But with your temperament, summarizing a martial arts style might not be too difficult!"

"Yes? I wonder if I can be invincible in the lower realm and protect myself and the people around me?"

Yuan Yueze continued to ask.

After a moment's thought, Yun Jizi replied, "This is a difficult question to answer. Martial arts are not as simple as you imagine, nor can invincibility be achieved solely through physical strength. Moreover, you haven't yet entered the world. When you truly integrate into it, you will gradually understand that invincible power is not the most terrifying thing."

He then wanted to explain the aspects of martial arts—body, mind, spirit, and technique—but realized that explaining to this childlike young man would be of little use. It was better to let him comprehend it little by little on his own.

With this in mind, Yun Jizi continued, "A hundred years from now, when you and your wives have all attained the power to travel between the upper and lower realms, go and live in the Yunji Immortal Mansion in the upper realm. The scenery there is picturesque, one of the most beautiful fairylands in the Chaos Realm."

Yuan Yueze couldn't help but show a longing expression upon hearing this. However, relatively speaking, he wanted to go out and explore more now. After all, he had lived for almost twenty years without entering the world, and there was probably no one else in the world with such an experience.

In the following year, Yuan Yueze began his path of martial arts cultivation.

This young man was simple and innocent, untouched by worldly affairs, and had spent years studying various books. In the end, he actually spent half a year perusing the "secret manuals" collected by Yun Jizi. These "secret manuals" were actually just a set of golden, black iron scrolls, completely blank without a single word. Yun Jizi simply said to call it the "Wordless True Scripture," containing all the secrets of martial arts, and what martial arts one could comprehend depended entirely on the viewer's comprehension. Yuan Yueze was astonished; this thing was too mysterious! He was about to ask Yun Jizi to give him a few copies of the "Four Great Classical Books" to look at when he realized Yun Jizi had already fallen asleep.

Left with no other choice, Yuan Yueze could only stare blankly at the blank scrolls. Within a few months, through his own comprehension and further modifications, he actually created his own set of martial arts techniques.

This technique is based on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. During meditation, all this energy is continuously gathered into 108 major acupoints throughout the body. As the energy circulates, it is gradually transformed into primordial energy. This primordial energy is then concentrated in the Hundred Meridians, flowing throughout the limbs and bones, and finally merging into the dantian. Through continuous refinement, energy gathering, and mental concentration, it is further tempered into true primordial energy, ultimately becoming completely absorbed into one's own power.

This is an unprecedented phenomenon in the history of martial arts.

According to common sense, Yuan Yueze starting martial arts at nineteen would be laughable, for the obvious reason that he had long missed the golden age for martial arts training.

However, this young man possesses a body unlike any other. Although his body is neither human nor divine—more accurately, a monster—this monstrous body brings him immense advantages. His meridians and acupoints are not limited by the constraints of a normal human body. In other words, if an ordinary person's body is like a pool of water, then Yuan Yueze's body is like an ocean. This greatest advantage is enough to allow him to progress rapidly in his cultivation.

However, this progress will slow down at a certain point, which is related to the source and the flow of water, and also to the relationship between primordial essence and primordial energy. No matter how long and wide a river is, without a source, it will remain a dry river and will never become the Yellow River or the Yangtze River.

But the cultivation method that Yuan Yueze comprehended precisely fills the gap in the 'source' problem. As long as one absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for a long period of time, transforms it into primordial energy, and ultimately integrates it into one's own body, making it one's own.

Superior innate qi cultivation emphasizes mental techniques, and deliberate actions can easily lead to inferior methods and even demonic possession. But Yuan Yueze's strange cultivation method is precisely the one that follows nature and conforms to the way of non-action. As long as he persists in it for a long time, his future will surely be limitless.

However, relying solely on internal energy is insufficient. True martial arts cultivation requires mastery of body, mind, spirit, and technique.

'Body' refers to physical development, including physical strength, the purity of internal energy, and so on. 'Mind' represents a higher level, encompassing mental control, willpower, and emotional management—in simpler terms, spiritual cultivation. 'Spirit' refers to understanding the universe and all things, ultimately achieving harmony with it. 'Technique' refers to moves; as cultivation deepens, it encompasses the intent behind those moves.

At this point, Yuan Yueze's physical and spiritual cultivation are relatively good. However, his mind and technique are much weaker. His temperament is a double-edged sword. His simple and straightforward nature makes it easier for him to communicate with the universe—this is an advantage. However, his weakness is also obvious: he has almost no worldly experience. How can a 'mind' that hasn't been tempered be considered a complete 'mind'?

Yun Jizi seemed quite satisfied with Yuan Yueze's physical training, thus reminding him to continue cultivating other aspects of his body.

It was nearly June.

Yuan Yueze sat alone atop the snow-capped Tianshan Mountains, his figure ethereal, seemingly blending into the background.

He had been sitting there for two months, repeatedly trying various methods to perceive the universe with his heart.

Time passed unnoticed; Yuan Yueze had long since entered a state of complete absorption, feeling his mind grow increasingly still and profound. Suddenly, a faint, strange white light began to flash in his upper dantian. This light, like a gentle breeze awakening rotten wood, went unnoticed by Yuan Yueze, yet it nourished his entire body. "All things arise and flourish, and

I observe their return. All things, in their myriad forms, return to their roots. Returning to the root is called stillness; this is called returning to one's destiny. Returning to one's destiny is called constancy; knowing constancy is called enlightenment." Yuan Yueze condensed his vast true energy into a stream, gradually merging it with all things in the outside world, perfectly in accordance with the principles of Taoist cultivation.

In this state, his soul seemed to leave his body, wandering freely in the void.

As his mind and true energy merged and became natural, Yuan Yueze slowly regained consciousness.

Everything was sought in stillness.

A sudden, serene tranquility welled up within him. At this moment, Yuan Yueze sat there, as stable as a mountain, yet his true energy roared like thunder, and his thoughts moved with lightning speed. This feeling of movement within stillness, and stillness within movement, was akin to a state of complete freedom from any discrepancy or stagnation, a feeling of being pulled or stuck in any direction.

Yuan Yueze's breathing gradually became calm and long, and with each breath, as he inhaled and exhaled and absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, his mind became clearer, his understanding of all things in the universe more profound, and the strange white light in his upper dantian became increasingly evident.

Stillness overcomes agitation, cold overcomes heat.

Yuan Yueze's spirit seemed to have entered an incomparably profound state of tranquility, a state of transparent emotion filtered of all impurities, a state of pure and serene peace. Body, mind, and will became increasingly harmonious. Yuan Yueze's consciousness seemed to have grown antennae, able to clearly perceive the movement of everything within a radius of several dozen feet through his inner eye, even seeing the path of his own true energy with remarkable clarity.

A gust of biting wind swept by, and Yuan Yueze's entire spirit expanded and soared with it, seemingly merging completely with heaven and earth.

At this moment, Yuan Yueze had become someone who possessed the ability to communicate with the universe. An inexplicable sense of comfort unexpectedly rose in his mind, and he could truly feel the way all things exist and operate. If the scene were to change, he was equally confident that he would feel the fields would be even more open, bright, beautiful, and ethereal; famous mountains and great rivers, small bridges and flowing water would be pleasing to the eye; the chirping of cicadas and insects, the sounds of wind and rain

would move his heart. Even the movement of waves, the flying clouds, the surging tides, and the shifting stars would touch his heart.

This was a pure, selfless emotion, a calm, smooth, peaceful, and generous style. It would be like a warm current of youth and warmth, constantly nourishing his heart, which he strived to cultivate to be the best, most beautiful, purest, and truest.

As if realizing that he had glimpsed the path to 'cultivating the mind,' Yuan Yueze shouted excitedly and jumped up. In an instant, the strange white light in his upper dantian vanished, along with the changes in his state of mind and everything around him.

Yuan Yueze gave a helpless bitter smile, realizing that his path of 'cultivating the mind' was still far too long. How to freely control and guard his state of mind seemed to be the key.

The one-year period he had promised Yun Jizi had finally arrived, and Yuan Yueze was very reluctant to part. After all, they had lived together for sixteen years, and Yun Jizi was now his only family, a mentor and father figure deeply etched in Yuan Yueze's heart.

Seeing Yuan Yueze's expression, even a primordial god like Yun Jizi, who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, couldn't help but feel a little sad. Yun Jizi made an exception and stayed with Yuan Yueze for an extra day. The two of them ended up getting completely drunk and unconscious.

The next day, when Yuan Yueze woke up, he found that Yun Jizi was nowhere to be found.

"Master should have returned to the Chaos God Realm by now, right?"

Yuan Yueze thought. After moving slightly, Yuan Yueze noticed a letter on the small table beside his bed, addressed to "Xiao Ze." He slowly unrolled the paper: "Xiao Ze, all good things must come to an end, and besides, I am not dead. I look forward to seeing you and your family in the Cloud Machine Immortal Mansion in the Upper Realm several hundred years from now. You are still innocent and pure-hearted, and I couldn't bear to see you so reluctant to part, so I left after you got drunk. Don't worry about me. There are a few other things I haven't had time to tell you in detail. One is about your health. Because for the past ten years or so, I have forcibly helped you refine your body with chaotic energy to reach a level that others would need thousands of years to achieve, you have paid a price. I haven't been able to explain this to you face to face." "It was my forced refinement that caused you to lose the ability to conceive. Similarly, the women you are destined to marry will also lose their fertility. Although you now possess an extraordinary body, and your wives will become gods in the future, you all came from ordinary people. Some of you may place great importance on the ability to reproduce, which is why I dared not tell you. As for your future wives, that's up to you to handle. Actually, it doesn't really matter. Just because you and your wives can ascend to the higher realms doesn't mean your offspring can. So even if you still have fertility, think about how tragic it would be to watch your descendants slowly grow old and die!"

"Furthermore, the *Yunji Lu* (Record of Cloud Mechanisms) that I gave you contains a wealth of knowledge. The last page even contains methods for controlling and using the power of space travel. With your current abilities, you can use it in the lower realms. However, you still need to continue practicing the power to travel to the upper realms."

"Before I leave, I have nothing to give you except a space bracelet that I spent a hundred years refining from Nine Heavens Profound Iron. The bracelet is connected to your mind and contains many things I prepared for you: daily necessities, weapons, money, books, medicine, and so on. Among them is a replica of the Xuanyuan Sword that I made. Although it's not the real thing, its power is by no means simple. You must find it a destined owner."

"I noticed you used to enjoy reading the novels I collected. You can also travel to the eras depicted in those novels. You don't need to worry about your actions altering history, because the eras in novels are mostly fictional. Even if you return to the Song Dynasty and cause the Mongol invasion of the Central Plains to fail, it won't have any impact on later history. That's the principle."

"Furthermore, Xiaoze, you are of pure and kind nature. In the outside world, you are easily hurt, deceived, or even led astray. Although you are already twenty, you have had too little exposure to the outside world, and I cannot help but worry about this. For most of these years, you have been refining your body; your master hasn't taught you much in other aspects. But seeing that you always love to read alone, I believe books will teach you a lot."

"Just remember, one thought can be good, another evil. There is no absolute good or evil in this world, only the choice of the heart."

"I will give you one last piece of advice: Do not let any woman who loves you be sad or heartbroken." —Master, Yun Jizi's words.

"Phew—"

Yuan Yueze let out a long sigh. His master was finally gone; he would have to rely on himself from now on. A bitter feeling welled up in his heart. He didn't know when he would see his only remaining family member again.

Yuan Yueze, this simple-minded boy, was sadly reminiscing about the past. Meanwhile, in the Yunji Mansion in the Upper Realm, Yun Jizi stood alone at the door, his face expressionless. In reality, the old man was overjoyed: "Nuwa, Nuwa, I'm back! I've finally finished training Xiao Ze. This time, I must sneak a peek at you bathing..."

The scene then returns to the protagonist, Yuan Yueze, who mournfully reminisces about the past. Composing himself, he begins to plan for the future: his martial arts skills aren't perfect yet, only a matter of time before he can fully comprehend them. There's no rush. With his current abilities, he's already considered a master in the lower realm, though he doesn't know exactly which level. Besides, he has this seemingly indestructible golden body!

Looking down, Yuan Yueze discovers a pair of pure white bracelets, about two inches wide, on his wrist. According to his master, these are divine objects. Let's see what's inside. He closes his eyes and scans the bracelet on his right wrist with his mental eye. Yuan Yueze can't help but gasp: Good heavens, the area is practically a miniature Earth warehouse, filled with all sorts of things. Money, books, clothing, food, weapons, and a small jar of pills refined by Yunjizi, etc.

Yuan Yueze scanned the bracelet on his left wrist again and discovered it was completely different from the one on his right wrist. The left bracelet contained only a vast, boundless space—a life space. A life space could store living things. Moreover, it was a self-contained world, with mountains and rivers, houses and fields, spirit beasts and birds—a beautiful, picturesque landscape, like a fairyland. Yuan Yueze jumped for joy.

Suddenly remembering the counterfeit Xuanyuan Sword mentioned in his master's letter, he scanned the storage bracelet on his right wrist and finally discovered a longsword radiating a sacred light.

Remembering his master's words about giving the sword to someone destined for it, Yuan Yueze wondered if he was destined for it. What exactly constituted being destined for it? Thinking these questions, Yuan Yueze reached for the Xuanyuan Sword to play with, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch the blade. He sighed softly and muttered to himself, "Is this what they mean by not being destined for it?"

This sword should be an emperor's sword, and given his personality, he certainly couldn't be an emperor. After figuring this out, Yuan Yueze smiled and simply forgot about the sword. He

then found another sword among the others, made of Chaos Refined Iron. It was quite novel in appearance, completely transparent, and instead of wings at the hilt, it had a beautifully crafted disc serving as the guard, connecting the hilt to the blade. Each side of the disc was imprinted with a four-foot-long sword symbolizing the Taoist Tai Chi symbol. He would choose this as his future weapon.

After scanning the bracelet with his mental eye, Yuan Yueze retrieved the *Yunji Record* left to him by Yunjizi. It contained a vast amount of information, categorized into numerous sections. One section, called the *Concentration Technique*, contained a mantra that Yuan Yueze found remarkably effective, even though it wasn't a martial art, for calming the mind. Whether it had other effects remained to be explored. Turning to the last page, he mastered the method for traversing the lower realms in just half a day. However, he still couldn't fully understand the chapters on traversing the Chaotic God Realm.

Yuan Yueze thought: Now that I have everything, where should I go? My master says I'm destined for a life of many romantic entanglements. Perhaps I should first travel through the timelines of novels? Experience history, and wander through the legendary martial arts world!

But where to go first? Thinking carefully, he realized his favorite female characters were all from Huang Yi's late 20th-century works: Jin Bingyun and Xu Yeyue from *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, Wanwan and Zhu Yuyan from *Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty*, and Shan Rou and Ji Yanran from *A Step into the Past*.

A headache struck. Which should he go first?

"Let's draw lots," Yuan Yueze told himself, still unable to decide.

The order of the lots was: *Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty*, *A Step into the Past*, *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*. Thus, "Yuan the Fool's" journey through the Tang Dynasty was about to begin.

Chapter 002: Mistakenly

Entering the Eastern Sea Within the territory of the Sui Dynasty in the Central Plains, at the mouth of the Yangtze River.

On an incomparably luxurious giant ship, three beautiful women sat at the bow and stern. While describing the women as 'pretty' from behind might be a rash judgment, judging from their silhouettes, the women in front, even if not stunning beauties, were certainly not plain or ugly. The three women stood in a line, the one dressed as a maid at the back clearly a servant.

"Mother, why didn't you send our trusted confidants back with Elder Shang and the others? Aren't you worried about their underhanded dealings?"

asked the younger of the two pretty women at the bow of the boat, her voice as melodious as a nightingale's.

"They've had our spies under close surveillance for months. Even if we send someone now, we can't infiltrate their core, let alone uncover their inner workings. Alas!"

replied the other woman. Her voice alone was enough to evoke a sense of melancholy, and her soft sigh conveyed a profound sense of loss, making one instinctively want to hold her close and cherish her.

“But, Mother, if we don’t take some action, the days of our clan becoming increasingly difficult…”

the girl continued, her voice growing slightly more urgent.

The woman the girl called “Mother” suddenly fell silent, standing motionless at the bow of the boat, staring blankly at the water.

“Mother, what’s wrong?”

the girl asked, noticing her mother’s silence.

“Wanjing, look at that dark shadow on the water!”

the woman called “Mother” said to the girl.

The girl looked in the direction her mother was pointing, a strange expression slowly spreading across her face.

Ten feet ahead of the boat, a spherical dark shadow was slowly growing larger on the water. The girl and her mother were both skilled martial artists, but even with their keen eyesight, they couldn’t see what was hidden beneath the ever-growing shadow. Driven by the human instinct to fear the unknown, a nameless dread gripped their hearts.

"Madam, Miss, it's not water, it's the sky!"

The maidservant behind them pointed to the sky directly above the water, her voice trembling slightly.

The two women in front immediately looked up, their fear replaced by horror.

In the sky, a black hole was slowly expanding. The previously clear, sunny sky was now strangely discordant because of this slowly growing black hole.

The black hole continued to expand slowly, stopping when it reached a diameter of several feet. Suddenly, a dark figure plummeted from the black hole with a "plop," hitting the water and continuing to sink due to inertia.

"Mother, what was that just now? What fell out of that black hole? Did you see it clearly?"

After a long while, the young woman, recovering from her shock, asked first.

“Mother didn’t see clearly either. It fell too fast, and it seemed to be surrounded by flames,”

the woman replied, her expression calm but her heart filled with fear. She wondered, “What happened? What was that thing that fell?”

“Could it be a treasure from heaven?”

the girl asked, tilting her head and thinking for a moment. Then, as if remembering something, she exclaimed, “Oh, Mother, let’s send someone to retrieve it!”

The woman didn’t reply, but looked at the water: “Wanjing, look underwater.”

The girl looked down and saw that the object that had fallen from the black hole was now submerged, and a faint white light was rising more and more clearly. A moment later, the white light finally surfaced. The three women on the boat were certain that the light contained a person, but because the light was so bright, they couldn’t discern any details inside, no matter how hard they tried.

“Mother, what should we do?”

the girl asked, completely at a loss.

"Let's wait and see, make sure we get a clear look first."

A quarter of an hour later, the halo of light began to weaken and slowly dissipate. It turned out to be a young man whose skin was blackened and charred, as if burned. The only thing covering his skin was a pair of white bracelets on his wrists.

The three women at the bow were clearly stunned. So, the person who fell from that black hole in the sky was actually a person? They just didn't know where he came from, or whether he was alive or dead.

The lady was the first to react. She lightly touched the bow with her lotus feet, her delicate body rising into the air. She swept over the man in the distance and used a gentle stream of internal energy to pull up his left arm, which was floating on the water. However, for some reason, she paused slightly when she saw the man clearly. She shook her head, then calmed down, caught her breath, and darted back to the bow. Her movements were graceful and natural, like a fairy gliding across the water. It was clear that the lady's martial arts were indeed quite good; this single display of lightness skill alone was enough to demonstrate it.

The lady flew back to the bow of the boat, placed the man's body on the deck, and turned to the two women, saying, "This man's body is very strange. He has no heartbeat or breathing, but his body remains warm in the cool river water, and his body temperature hasn't dropped. I guess he might be practicing some kind of kung fu. Ruyin, go find a piece of cloth to wrap him up and put him back in the cabin to take a closer look. If he wakes up, we can ask him some questions later."

The lady had seen a man's body before, but her daughter and the maid were seeing it for the first time. They were stunned. Although the man's features were obscured by the fire, the perfect combination of muscles and bones was enough to make the two girls, who had never seen a man's body before, gasp for breath. They stared intently at the man's body.

"Wanjing, Ruyin, didn't you hear what I said?"

The lady noticed the girls' unease and raised her voice. But then she thought: even she herself had been momentarily captivated when she saw a man's body up close.

"Ah?"

The two girls, who had been staring at the man, finally snapped out of their daze, their faces flushed, and their gazes began to dart away, no longer daring to look at the man's body.

The lady smiled slightly, repeated what she had just said, and then returned to her cabin alone.

"What happened to me? Am I dead?"

Yuan Yueze wondered, still unconscious. It turns out that this clueless young man, since his body was refined by Yun Jizi with chaotic divine power at the age of four, had never truly used his power, let alone fought anyone. That's why the scene at the beginning unfolded. Because Yuan Yueze was unfamiliar with controlling spatial teleportation power and it was his first time using it, he made such a fool of himself. As for the burn scars on his body, it could be understood as the reason he didn't release his true essence energy to protect himself in time when traversing space.

Scanning his entire body with his divine sense, Yuan Yueze breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were just superficial injuries. Using his true essence energy within half a quarter of an hour would be enough to heal them. Actually, it wouldn't even take half a quarter of an hour, because he had never properly applied his true essence energy, so he was inevitably rusty.

Having made up his mind, he focused his thoughts, and his true essence energy began to fill his entire body, repairing the damaged skin all over his body.

All of this seemed natural to Yuan Yueze.

But what about to an outsider?

After returning to her cabin, Lady Dongming sat down alone, her mind replaying the man from earlier: Why did he evoke such a sense of familiarity? Had he descended from the sky—was he a deity? Why did her heart, which had been calm for so many years, suddenly race when she saw his body? Lost in thought, a blush crept onto Lady Dongming's face.

Suddenly, her door was flung open, and her daughter, Shan Wanjing's, voice rushed in: "Mother, go quickly and see that man who fell from the sky today! Something strange has happened again!"

Lady Dongming was lost in thought when her daughter abruptly interrupted her. Remembering the slightly hot feeling she had just experienced, she took a deep breath and scolded Shan Wanjing, "How many times have I told you? You're all grown up now. You need to be more composed and dignified. Otherwise, how can I entrust the affairs of the sect to you?"

"Yes, Mother,"

Shan Wanjing replied awkwardly, then raised her voice, "But Mother, it's really terrible! You have to go and see. The person who fell today is acting very strangely."

With a "whoosh," Shan Wanjing felt a fragrant breeze waft past her. When she came to her senses, she heard her mother's voice from afar: "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Why was her mother in such a hurry? She herself wasn't composed, so why was she telling her to be? Tilting her cute little head, Shan Wanjing thought for a while but couldn't figure it out. Full of questions, she followed.

At this moment, Madam Dongming was already in Yuan Yueze's room, staring at the man on the bed with disbelief. Yuan Yueze's body floated in mid-air, enveloped in a faint white light. His skin and muscles were rapidly recovering. After a short while, Yuan Yueze slowly opened his eyes. Turning his head, he saw three young and beautiful women staring intently at him. Yuan Yueze, a novice, had never experienced anything like this before. His face flushed red, and he panicked, forgetting to control his true energy. With a

"thud," he fell from mid-air onto the bed.

A cry of "Ouch!" brought the three beauties by the bedside back to their senses.

Lady Dongming's heart was now filled with even more turmoil: What eyes those were! Clear and transparent, like a vast starry sky. Looking into the man's eyes, she felt as if she were in a boundless sea of stars, utterly blissful. Looking more closely at the man's features, his handsomeness was indescribable; the entire room seemed to pale in comparison. She was nothing like the woman who had rescued him just moments before! Looking at her jade-like skin, even she, a woman herself, felt a pang of envy. Lady Dongming, already a peerless beauty, felt a sense of inferiority before this man.

After a moment of inner turmoil, Yuan Yueze silently recited the "Concentration Technique" and calmly began to speak, looking at the most beautiful woman among them. He said, "My surname is Yuan, courtesy name Yueze. May I ask how you three sisters are addressed, why I am here, and where this place is?"

Lady Dongming, having seen many grand occasions, quickly regained her composure and said, "This is the Piaoxiang ship of my Dongming Sect. I am Shan Meixian." She

then pointed to the two women beside her, still gazing at her with infatuation, and said, "These two beside me are my daughter Wanjing and my personal maid ." "Your hair is like a lush foliage. And where did Young Master Yuan come from? Why did you fall into the river from the black hole in the sky? I saw that you had no breath, but you still had body temperature, so I rescued you. I didn't expect you to recover so quickly." "So you're my savior. It seems I still need to slowly familiarize myself with this time-traveling power; this time I've really embarrassed myself. Wait a minute, Shan Meixian, Shan Wanjing, Ruyin… So we've arrived at the Dongming Sect. I just don't know the exact year; I'll ask later."

Yuan Yueze lowered his head in thought.

Seeing Yuan Yueze deep in thought, Shan Meixian didn't want to interrupt. Thus, the room, with its three women and one man, was utterly silent, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. After a long pause, Yuan Yueze bowed deeply to the three women and said, "I am deeply grateful to you three sisters for saving my life. Such kindness needs no words of thanks. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, I will certainly do my utmost to help you. As for the question you asked me, it's a long story, shall we discuss it here?"

As he spoke, Yuan Yueze gestured to a small table in the room.

"We were being impolite. Young Master Yuan, please take your time to recover. We'll invite you back for dinner later."

Shan Meixian was itching to be called "sister" by Yuan Yueze, and was also strongly attracted by the inexplicable sense of intimacy brought about by the chaotic divine power emanating from him. She couldn't resist saying this and hurriedly pulled Shan Wanjing away.

After the three women left the room, they all took a deep breath, realizing the strangeness between them, and exchanged bewildered glances. Shan Meixian said, "Ruyin, go and tell the kitchen to prepare the best meal for dinner. Wanjing, come with me to the room."

Shan Ruyin responded and went to work, looking somewhat lost.

After Shan Meixian returned to the room with her daughter, the two sat silently around the small table for a while before Shan Meixian muttered to herself, "This Young Master Yuan is too mysterious. Could he really be a god descended to earth?"

Shan Wanjing, meanwhile, seemed lost in thought, absentmindedly playing with her teacup.

Seeing her daughter's expression, and recalling the way her daughter had looked at the mysterious Young Master Yuan earlier, Shan Meixian smiled and said, "Wanjing, have you fallen for Young Master Yuan?"

"Ah?"

Shan Wanjing's teacup slipped from her hand, her face flushed, then dimmed again. "No, not at all! Young Master Yuan was looking at Mother the whole time, he barely even glanced at me, and he even blushed when he looked at Mother!"

Shan Wanjing remembered the way Yuan Yueze had looked at her mother, and unconsciously felt a pang of jealousy, saying sourly. Then she thought of her already arranged marriage…

Hearing her daughter's words, Shan Meixian blushed deeply. Recalling the mysterious Young Master Yuan's gaze in the room just moments before, she felt a pang of shyness. Logically, she should be past the age of a young girl, and her experiences over the years had rarely moved her. Yet, why did her heart seem to flutter again when she saw Young Master Yuan's eyes? The more Shan Meixian thought about it, the more shy she became, unable to figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it. She'd talk about it properly at dinner. Just who was this mysterious Young Master Yuan? Why did a single glance make her so captivated? She had only saved his life; would he tell her his background? Would he lie to her? Lost in thought, Shan Meixian found herself in a rut, the typical anxieties and uncertainties of lovers manifesting themselves vividly in her.

In truth, all of this can be attributed to Yuan Yueze's unique aura refined by chaotic divine power, coupled with his dashing and handsome appearance. These are powers that shouldn't exist in the lower realm, and their attraction to mortals is unimaginable. Whether it's Shan Meixian or Shan Wanjing, no matter how high their martial arts cultivation or how strong their spiritual power, they can never escape the realm of the "lower realm." While

Shan Meixian and her daughter were lost in their own thoughts in their room, what was our "foolish Yuan" doing?

Actually, his body had long since recovered after being repaired by true essence, but this young man simply couldn't resist Shan Meixian's unparalleled charm, to the point that he didn't dare to look at her directly. So when Shan Meixian suggested discussing things further at dinner, he readily agreed, hoping to calm himself down first.

"I even told my master I was the king of theory, but it seems theory alone is useless. Practice makes perfect. Just Lady Dongming alone makes me afraid to look directly at her. What kind of charm will Empress Yin, one of the four beauties of the previous generation, and the five beauties of this generation possess? Will they steal my soul with just one glance?"

Lost in thought, Yuan Yueze turned over and fell asleep.

Two hours later, Shan Ruyin came to call Yuan Yueze for dinner. Yuan Yueze slept for an hour and spent the remaining hour thinking a lot. His master was right; he lacked experience and hadn't interacted much with outsiders. He should get much better after a while.

Looking at Shan Ruyin's blushing and lowered face outside the door, Yuan Yueze bowed gently. Shan Ruyin blushed even more and led Yuan Yueze to Lady Dongming's door. After Yuan Yueze entered, Shan Ruyin closed the door and stood guard outside.

Just as Yuan Yueze was wondering why Shan Ruyin hadn't come in to eat with him so he could express his gratitude in person, Shan Meixian's voice came: "Young Master Yuan's recovery ability is truly astonishing; he looks completely recovered in just a few hours."

Yuan Yueze raised his head, meeting Shan Meixian's gaze, and immediately blushed, lowering his head and saying, "Sister, you flatter me. It's all thanks to the sisters who saved me; otherwise, I wouldn't be alive to have dinner."

At the dining table in the room, only Shan Meixian and her daughter were present, surrounded by a large table of sumptuous dishes. Yuan Yueze bowed and sat down. Shan Meixian personally poured Yuan Yueze a full cup of wine, which he hurriedly accepted with trepidation, repeatedly saying he dared not accept it. Shan Meixian spoke first: "Today we witnessed a miraculous phenomenon; Young Master Yuan descended from the sky. We are truly destined; let us drink this cup first."

With that, she downed her cup in one gulp, a blush spreading across her face. Yuan Yueze quickly raised his cup as well, gesturing to Shan Wanjing, and drank it down as well. The strong liquor stung his throat, causing him to cough uncontrollably. Shan Wanjing quickly offered him warm tea, which finally calmed the burning sensation.

Thanking Shan Wanjing, Yuan Yueze blushed and said, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, sister. This is the first time I've ever drunk such strong liquor."

Shan Meixian, seeing Yuan Yueze's reaction, couldn't help but chuckle inwardly: it seemed he had no drinking skills whatsoever. But that wasn't the case. Back when Yuan Yueze was with Yun Jizi, he began a seven-year seclusion at the age of twelve. Before twelve, he hadn't been exposed to much alcohol, only occasionally drinking a little wine from Yun Jizi's reserves. In the last year of his life with Yun Jizi after emerging at nineteen, Yuan Yueze developed a liking for tobacco and alcohol, but those were all high-end items from Yun Jizi's reserves—how could there be such strong liquor?

Shan Wanjing picked up a piece of food for Yuan Yueze, blushing as she said, "Brother Yuan, please try this Kunlun Purple Melon. This dish was personally approved by the Emperor himself."

Shan Wanjing finally spoke her first words to Yuan Yueze, addressing him as "Brother Yuan" instead of "Young Master Yuan." Yuan Yueze didn't seem to mind, smiling and nodding. Shan Wanjing became even more shy.

He picked up a piece of the "Imperial Approval" Kunlun Purple Melon, chewed a few times, and frowned. This dish was actually approved by the Emperor himself—it must be awful! Shan Meixian, not minding Yuan Yueze's "rudeness," smiled and asked, "Is this dish not to your liking, Young Master?"

This naive young man, Yuan Yueze, knew very little about social etiquette; the only etiquette he knew was being polite when speaking to people. He didn't care much about other formalities. Firstly, he had spent a long time refining his skills in the Tianshan Mountains, with little contact with outsiders; secondly, the era he lived in was not as strictly governed by ancient etiquette.

Yuan Yueze nodded shamelessly at Shan Meixian's nonchalance and gentleness, a gesture that was extremely rude. However, perhaps due to his great charm, Shan Meixian and her daughter didn't say anything. Yuan Yueze then realized: This is ancient times. Books say that people in ancient times valued etiquette highly. They had gone to great lengths to prepare a meal for me, and I had criticized them without hesitation. I need to think of a way to make amends.

Seeing that the mother and daughter remained silent, clearly displeased with his "rudeness," he noticed... Yuan Yueze smiled and said, "Please forgive me, sisters. I have been cultivating in Tianshan for sixteen years and rarely interact with outsiders except for my master. Therefore, I am not very familiar with etiquette. I apologize for any rudeness. May I have the honor of making amends to you two?"

Hearing Yuan Yueze recount his background, the mother and daughter became interested. Then, hearing his apology and offer of compensation, their attention was immediately diverted. "Brother Yuan, what kind of compensation?"

Shan Wanjing asked sweetly.

"Let you two taste my cooking."

Yuan Yueze naturally reached out and pinched Shan Wanjing's delicate nose. This was bad news! In ancient times, this was practically a rogue's way of harassing a respectable woman. Shan Wanjing's face instantly turned bright red, almost drooping to the floor.

Yuan Yueze then realized that he had done something against ancient etiquette again and quickly apologized. Shan Wanjing was even more ashamed and dared not raise her head. In truth, Yuan Yueze now regarded Shan Wanjing as a younger sister, so he naturally considered his actions perfectly normal. Shan Meixian watched the two with amusement: "Young Master Yuan is also skilled in cooking?"

"Skilled, I wouldn't say. However, during the more than ten years I spent with my master in Tianshan, I cooked most of the meals, so I have some experience. May I ask what kind of dishes you two prefer? I'll definitely have them ready within half an hour."

Shan Meixian preferred light flavors, while Shan Wanjing wanted to try everything.

"In that case, please wait here for a moment. I'll borrow the kitchen for a moment."

Yuan Yueze acted immediately, getting up and following Shan Ruyin to the kitchen.

His entrance startled the other chefs, who wondered if this was a newly hired chef. Why are all the chefs so handsome?

He told the other chefs to stand aside, and under Shan Ruyin's astonished gaze, Yuan Yueze closed his eyes and scanned the bracelet with his divine sense, retrieving a set of kitchen utensils. These were modern kitchen utensils, leaving Shan Ruyin and the other chefs dumbfounded. The sheer number of pots, pans, and seasonings that appeared out of thin air left them completely bewildered. Yuan Yueze chuckled to himself, "Master is truly thoughtful; he even prepared kitchen utensils for me. This way, I won't starve to death even in the wilderness."

Scanning the stunned crowd around him, Yuan Yueze said to Shan Ruyin, "Sister Ruyin, could you lend me a hand this time?"

Hearing him address her so affectionately, Shan Ruyin's ears turned bright red. She lowered her head and said, "Please feel free to give your orders, young master."

Yuan Yueze smiled and nodded, then began working with Shan Ruyin. The other chefs watched as if they were observing.

Before long, Dongpo pork, lion's head meatballs, boiled beef, Kung Pao chicken, braised eel, Three-Snake Dragon-Tiger-Phoenix Feast, oyster sauce beef, winter melon soup, Cantonese roast goose,

and stir-fried double crisp in soup were all served. The kitchen was immediately filled with a delicious aroma. Because Yuan Yueze used many cooking methods from later generations and various seasonings that had only been imported from overseas, everyone in the kitchen was constantly swallowing their saliva. Then, Yuan Yueze and Shan Ruyin carried the dishes into the room of Shan Meixian and her daughter, who were chatting about something. The mother and daughter's eyes lit up immediately, and they unconsciously swallowed their saliva.

When all the dishes were served, Shan Ruyin got up to wait outside the door. Yuan Yueze then asked, "Why doesn't Sister Ruyin sit down and join us?"

Seeing the three women looking at him strangely, Yuan Yueze was completely bewildered, wondering what he had done wrong.

Although Shan Ruyin had grown up in the Dongming Sect and her relationship with Shan Wanjing was nominally that of mistress and servant but practically sisters, Shan Ruyin had never dined with Shan Wanjing. This was a manifestation of the class divisions of this era. Whether you and I were true sisters or not, as a maid, you were inferior. Yuan Yueze's words had precisely touched upon the class line of this era.

Shan Ruyin was extremely grateful; this strange man had actually treated her, the Madam, and the young lady as equals. However, even with her gratitude, she dared not disobey etiquette. Shan Meixian looked at the two and said, "In that case, Ruyin, you should sit down too." Hearing

the Madam's approval, Shan Ruyin nervously approached to sit down, only to find there were no extra cushions.

Yuan Yueze then did something surprising: he pulled Shan Ruyin over and pressed her onto his cushion, then stood up, closed his eyes, scanned his bracelet, and took out an ordinary cushion, sitting down.

After sitting down, he noticed the three women staring at him. Yuan Yueze scratched his head and said, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

He then picked up a wine glass, suddenly remembering how painfully he had choked on the strong liquor earlier, so he closed his eyes again and scanned his storage bracelet, taking out a bottle of low-proof Moutai. The three women watched him with astonishment as he conjured something out of thin air.

Seemingly oblivious to their expressions, Yuan Yueze casually unscrewed the bottle cap, releasing a rich aroma of liquor into the room. Seeing the glasses already filled with strong liquor in front of each woman, Yuan Yueze took out clean triangular glasses from his bracelet, poured half a glass for each of the three women, and then filled his own glass. He tilted his head back and said, "Please, all three of you, try my cooking." He then

raised his glass in a gesture of invitation and downed it in one gulp.

Shan Meixian and Shan Wanjing also took a small sip and exclaimed, "This is truly excellent wine, much better than what we prepared!"

So they began to eat and praise the food.

Seeing Shan Ruyin sitting beside him, somewhat awkwardly hesitant to touch her chopsticks, Yuan Yueze asked curiously, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...no, thank you for your concern, young master,"

Shan Ruyin replied, still somewhat reserved.

"Ruyin, don't be like that. Eat and drink freely. Don't you see how easygoing Young Master Yuan is?"

Shan Meixian reassured her.

Shan Ruyin gradually relaxed, and the group drank and chatted, their conversation revolving around the food and wine. Yuan Yueze carefully answered the women's questions. The atmosphere among them gradually became closer and more harmonious.

Seeing that Shan Ruyin's wine glass remained untouched, Yuan Yueze asked, "Sister Ruyin, don't you drink? This wine isn't strong, it's quite delicious."

"No...no, this servant has never touched wine before, I'm afraid I'll make a mistake if I drink too much,"

Shan Ruyin explained, her face flushed.

"Oh, I see. Why didn't you say so earlier? Then I'll get you some drinks,"

Yuan Yueze said with a smile. He closed his eyes and took out some juice from his bracelet, personally pouring it for Shan Ruyin, making her so embarrassed that she stood up to thank him, but Yuan Yueze pulled her back down to sit.

"Sister Meixian and Sister Wanjing, would you like to try some too?"

It seemed that Yuan Yueze's way of addressing the women had become so intimate.

Shan Meixian, seeing him seemingly conjure one thing after another out of thin air as if using magic, had some questions, but thinking it would be too impolite to ask, she began to focus on enjoying her food. Shan Wanjing, with the mindset of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, was preoccupied with the table laden with delicious food and fine wine. Although she had some doubts about Yuan Yueze's ability to conjure things out of thin air, her mind was currently focused on the food and drinks.

Then, Yuan Yueze produced colorful, transparent containers out of thin air. Upon opening the lids, the fruity aroma emanating from the noodles was delightful for the girls. Shan Meixian and Shan Wanjing each had a glass; the juice tasted even better than the wine. Fragrant and delightful.

After taking another sip, Shan Wanjing exclaimed with delight, "It's summer now. If these juices were a little colder, they would be even more refreshing."

Yuan Yueze smiled and said, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

He then picked up the juice bottle beside him, subtly channeling his inner energy, and poured another glass for Shan Wanjing. "Sister Wanjing, have another taste. Is it not cold enough? Would you like it even colder?"

Shan Wanjing took another sip and said, "It's cold enough. Thank you, Brother Yuan."

Shan Meixian, standing nearby, was astonished to see Yuan Yueze's simple touch of the bottle make the juice so cold: What kind of technique was this? Although martial artists who specialized in cultivating Yin energy could also do this, their inner energy would inevitably leak out slightly during the process. Yuan Yueze, however, released his inner energy without a sound, and she herself didn't feel any flow of inner energy. Shan Meixian thought to herself: Could it be because his cultivation is far superior to mine? But he looks to be only around twenty years old; how could he have such a high level of cultivation? But there was indeed a faint, extremely powerful and surging aura of heaven and earth flowing within his body. What was going on?

The meal was enjoyed by everyone, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. After the meal, Shan Ruyin was about to get up to clean up when Yuan Yueze pulled her back, saying, "Why don't you sit down and chat, Ruyin? Let someone else clean up."

Shan Ruyin blushed again and waited for Shan Meixian's instructions. Seeing that Yuan Yueze seemed to treat Shan Ruyin exceptionally well, Shan Wanjing couldn't help but feel jealous. Even Shan Meixian felt a little sour. Helplessly, Shan Ruyin nodded and knelt down below Shan Meixian.

After cleaning up, she noticed that no one had made tea yet. Shan Ruyin wisely stood up and said, "This servant will go make tea. Please wait a moment, Madam, Princess, and Young Master."

"Wait, Ruyin, just go and fetch some clean, cold water. Go quickly and come back soon,"

Yuan Yueze interrupted.

Seeing the strange expressions on Shan Meixian and her daughter's faces, Yuan Yueze laughed and said, "It's too troublesome and time-consuming to boil water and make tea."

Shan Meixian and her daughter were still confused and didn't know what Yuan Yueze wanted to do.

A moment later, Shan Ruyin brought over a small basin of cold water. Yuan Yueze smiled, his right hand forming a claw shape, and he reached for the teapot on the nearby table. He then lifted the lid with his left hand and placed it aside. Extending his index and middle fingers, he pointed them like a sword, causing the cold water in the basin to transform into a thin stream, shooting directly into the teapot. Normally, the water, controlled by force, would splash upon entering the teapot with such a rapid jet. However, the small stream of water entered the teapot as if someone had carefully poured it in, without splashing at all. Once the teapot was full, Yuan Yueze cupped the bottom of the teapot with his right hand, and instantly, steam rose from within. He casually took out some fine Longjing tea from his bracelet, pinched some out, placed it in the teapot, closed the lid, filled the three women's teacups, handed them to them, poured himself a cup, and savored it slowly.

The series of techniques he had just used seemed ordinary to Yuan Yueze, but the shock he caused to Shan Meixian and the other two women was immense. The way Yuan Yueze effortlessly used both hard and soft techniques, controlling these two energies at will, was something no ordinary martial arts master could achieve. Shan Meixian thought: Perhaps even a grandmaster would only be this good? Then she remembered that this mysterious young man had descended from the sky; perhaps this level of strength wasn't his true potential.

After sipping some tea, the group chatted casually. Shan Meixian was eager to know everything about this mysterious man. The two young girls, Shan Wanjing and Shan Ruyin, were already stunned by Yuan Yueze's display of skill. They just stared at him blankly.

Noticing the intense gazes of the three women, Yuan Yueze couldn't help but blush. The man spoke first, saying, "I am deeply grateful to Sister Meixian, Sister Wanjing, and Sister Ruyin for saving me today."

The three women repeatedly expressed their gratitude. Meixian then asked, "Young Master Yuan's cultivation is so high that I cannot fathom its depth. I have also heard that you have been training with your master in Tianshan. May I ask who

your master is and what kind of martial arts you practice?" Normally, people in the martial arts world keep their lineage and skills secret, and asking about someone's master and skills in person is extremely impolite. However, Meixian had been holding this question in all afternoon, so she couldn't wait to ask. She immediately realized her rudeness, but couldn't bring herself to apologize, and her eyes revealed her eagerness to know. Wanjing and Ruyin felt the same way.

Looking at Meixian, whose expression was slightly girlish and whose eyes flashed with anxiety, Yuan Yueze became increasingly infatuated, his eyes fixed on her as if he wanted to devour her. Seeing the man staring at her so rudely, Shan Meixian's heart pounded like a deer. She should have been angry, but she couldn't muster any fire, only blushing and muttering to herself, "This little devil, how can he be so rude?"

Yet, a strange sense of secret joy stirred within her. Seeing the man staring so impolitely at her mother, and witnessing her mother's mixture of shyness and delight, Shan Wanjing's jealousy flared. She nudged Yuan Yueze, saying sourly, "Brother Yuan, my mother is asking you a question."

"Huh?"

Yuan Yueze snapped out of his daze, accidentally knocking over the hot tea in his hand, spilling it all over Shan Wanjing's hand.

"Ouch!"

Shan Wanjing cried out immediately, scalded. Tears streamed down her face.

Seeing this, Shan Meixian quickly instructed Shan Ruyin to find some ointment. Just as Shan Ruyin was about to sit up, Yuan Yueze interjected, "No need, Ruyin, please sit down."

With that, Yuan Yueze took Shan Wanjing's small, reddened hand with his left hand, and slowly stroked it with his right. After a few breaths, Yuan Yueze released Shan Wanjing. The three women stared in astonishment as Shan Wanjing's hand, which had been burning red, returned to its original fair and delicate state after Yuan Yueze's gentle touch.

"Wanjing, I'm so sorry, I almost hurt you,"

Yuan Yueze said apologetically.

Shan Wanjing was clearly still recovering from the shock. Shan Meixian then asked, "What kind of technique did you use just now, young master? Why was it so miraculous?"

Yuan Yueze smiled first and asked Shan Wanjing, "It shouldn't hurt anymore, right? Don't worry, it won't leave any scars."

Shan Wanjing nodded, "Thank you, Brother Yuan."

Yuan Yueze laughed, "If you really considered me your brother, you shouldn't be so polite, thanking me all the time."

Then he turned his gaze to the window and muttered to himself, "I've never experienced this feeling before. Maybe this is what home feels like."

The three women saw that Yuan Yueze had suddenly become mysterious and unpredictable, his figure elusive. Although he was sitting there, looking out the window, they couldn't tell that a living person was sitting there. If their eyes hadn't told them that there was a man sitting there, they wouldn't have believed that a person was actually sitting there.

After a moment, Yuan Yueze turned around and smiled apologetically, "I was just thinking about my master and felt a bit sentimental."

Shan Meixian asked, "May I ask what your master's name is, young master?"

Yuan Yueze glanced at her, "My master is Yunjizi."

"Yunjizi? I've never heard of him before. But judging from Young Master Yuan's abilities, his master must be some kind of otherworldly being, right?"

Shan Meixian thought to herself.

Seeing the expression on Shan Meixian's face, Yuan Yueze somewhat guessed her thoughts: "Sister Meixian, don't worry about it. I think no one else in this world knows about my master except me, so it's normal that you haven't heard of him."

Upon hearing this, Shan Meixian blushed and said, "Then your master must be an old immortal, right? Judging from your strength, young master, your master must be a hermit."

"Sister Meixian, don't be so polite. If you consider me one of your own, just call me Yueze or Xiaoze. Calling me 'young master' is too formal."

"Actually, I also want to talk about my master. He has been gone for a while now, but if I were to tell you about me and my master, you would probably all think I'm crazy, a fool talking nonsense."

Yuan Yueze said. If he were to reveal that he had transmigrated, people in this era would all think he was crazy.

"Oh? Could it be that Xiaoze's master is really an immortal?"

Shan Meixian asked jokingly.

Yuan Yueze nodded slightly with a strange expression, which made the three women look puzzled.

After taking a sip of tea, Yuan Yueze let out a long sigh, as if he had made up his mind. He became serious, which puzzled the three women.

"Sister Meixian, can the three of you swear an oath that everything I'm about to say can only be known by the three of you, and not by anyone else? Because my background seems incredibly astonishing, even unbelievable, to you."

The three women were taken aback again, but seeing Yuan Yueze's serious expression, they swore a solemn oath without hesitation.

"Then I'll swear an oath too: if even half a word I say is false, may I be struck by lightning, die a horrible death, and be cast into the eighteenth level of hell, never to be reincarnated."

The three women were completely dumbfounded. It seemed his background was indeed astonishing, otherwise why would he swear such a vicious oath? But then they thought about how they were actually being told his amazing secret, and the three women couldn't help but feel a sweet warmth in their hearts.

Chapter 003 Beautiful Fairy's Affection

Because Yuan Yueze came from the 21st century, he scoffed at things like oaths. However, given the importance the ancients placed on oaths, and the fact that it would be too difficult for others to believe his own background, making a solemn oath was a win-win situation, benefiting both himself and others.

Although Yuan Yueze had little contact with outsiders in his twenty years of life, he had read all the books collected by his master, Yun Jizi, atop Mount Tian. He had also spent his leisure time with Yun Jizi watching television and movies before his seven-year seclusion. In terms of knowledge, he was no less than outsiders at the time. His only weakness was his short life experience; his life experience was like a blank sheet of paper.

His gaze swept over the three women who were struggling to control their breathing, and Yuan Yueze began to speak slowly: "My master's name is Yun Jizi, an ancient god of the Chaos God Realm, known as the Ancient Sword Immortal. I come from an era more than 1400 years in the future. My master met me when I was four years old, and then took me to Mount Tian, and then…" He

launched into a long, detailed account, recounting his experiences refining his body on Mount Tian, his master's prediction of his deep-seated romantic troubles, the gift of a spatial bracelet, his time travel to find his soulmate, and his ascension to the Upper Realm a hundred years later—all his secrets were revealed. He spoke until his throat was dry before finally finishing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, downed a cup of tea in one gulp, and looked at the three women again. Their beautiful eyes were wide open, their mouths agape.

"Perhaps the shock was too great for them. But it's nothing. They gave me a warm feeling of home, so telling them is fine. Even if someone tries to take advantage of me, I can take them down. What's there to be afraid of?"

Yuan Yueze thought to himself.

"Xiao Ze, you...you...is everything you said true?"

Shan Meixian asked, immediately regretting her words. He had just made such a solemn oath, and she had still asked if it was true or not. But it wasn't Shan Meixian's fault; Yuan Yueze's background was simply too astonishing, both in ancient times and now, making it incredibly difficult for anyone to accept. Almost everything he said from the beginning was beyond the comprehension of people in the lower realms; each word was earth-shattering, especially since he spoke so eloquently for half an hour. Frankly, Yuan Yueze was at a disadvantage due to his lack of life experience. Even if the other person had saved his life, who would open their heart and reveal all their secrets after only an afternoon of knowing each other? Yuan Yueze didn't have bad intentions, but how could he guarantee that the other person didn't? Even with his indestructible body and top-tier martial arts skills, Yuan Yueze's actions were completely unwise. If someone plotted against him, they could threaten him with his family if they weren't his match. But Yuan Yueze had gotten lucky this time, because even if the other person wanted to scheme against him, he was still an old man. What about the future?

Human hearts are unpredictable.

However, fools sometimes have good fortune. Yuan Yueze was lucky; Shan Meixian had no intention of harming him, not to mention the other two somewhat naive young girls.

The three women, Shan Meixian and Shan Yueze, listened in stunned silence to Yuan Yueze's recounting of his past, almost dumbfounded. The room was completely silent, save for the occasional soft sip of tea from Yuan Yueze. Half an hour passed, then a quarter of an hour, then half an hour, before the three women finally recovered. However, their gazes towards Yuan Yueze grew increasingly strange, as if they were Columbus discovering a new continent.

The three women shared the same thought: "My God, the man sitting before us is no ordinary person!"

Shan Meixian closed her eyes for a moment, then slowly opened them, unsure where to begin, opening her mouth several times as if to speak.

"The three of you needn't be anxious. I know how astonishing my past is in the mortal world. Calm down first, and we'll talk later,"

Yuan Yueze said, seeing the women's state.

"Brother Yuan, have you ever seen a fairy? Is she as beautiful as the legends say?"

Shan Wanjing didn't care whether he was human or god; she genuinely liked the older brother in front of her. This older brother gave her a strange sense of closeness, a feeling she only ever felt with her mother. Besides, she was a young girl, and her thoughts weren't particularly profound. What Shan Wanjing needed to ascertain now was how her older brother, Yuan, treated her. Although she was annoyed by his constant staring at her mother's stunning beauty and jealous of his unusual kindness towards a maid, she had completely forgotten about her engagement to the Shang clan of Dongming.

Yuan Yueze had no idea what Shan Wanjing was thinking. He answered truthfully, "I've always cultivated atop Mount Tian, and I haven't even entered the mortal world yet."

Seeing the slight disappointment in Shan Wanjing's eyes, Yuan Yueze naturally spread his hands and shrugged. Normally, this gesture would have been eye-catching, but the three women were too "shocked" today to react much to his dashing action.

They knew that even if they asked, they wouldn't understand much, so it was better to process it slowly. Tonight was arguably the most shocking night of their lives.

"Xiao Ze, you must remember in the future not to casually tell people about your background. Firstly, your background is astonishing, and secondly, you might be taken advantage of by those with ulterior motives,"

Shan Meixian reminded him thoughtfully after a long pause, speaking in the tone of an older sister.

Yuan Yueze smiled: "I think Sister Meixian and the two younger sisters are trustworthy, so there's nothing to worry about."

Hearing this, the three women were deeply moved. They had only known each other for an afternoon, yet he trusted them so much, readily sharing his biggest secret with them. How could they not be incredibly touched?

Little did they know, Yuan Yueze now saw everyone as a good person, someone worthy of trust. If this scene were set in a different place, perhaps within the Four Great Clans, Cihang Jingzhai, or the Demonic Sect, they would inevitably be manipulated. This is because these forces all prioritize "profit above all else."

"Brother Yuan, what about your body?"

The four were chatting amiably, and the three women, still in shock, had forgotten the time; it was already the second watch of the night, the beginning of Hai hour. Lost in conversation, they forgot to move. The sky was already dark, and although no lights were on in the room, it was brightly lit. Shan Wanjing was the first to notice the milky-white glow on Yuan Yueze's face and exposed arms, and asked curiously.

"My body is like this; as long as I naturally disperse my true energy, I don't need lighting at night,"

Yuan Yueze replied, pointing to his face, which glowed like a fluorescent light.

The three women gasped again.

"Besides, oil lamps produce smoke. Your skin is so good; over time, the smoke will definitely affect it,"

Yuan Yueze added, half-jokingly. The three girls blushed slightly upon hearing his compliment on their skin.

"What are your plans next, Xiao Ze?"

Shan Meixian finally got to the point, asking with a hint of nervousness. The other two girls also looked at Yuan Yueze with equal anxiety, afraid he would say he was leaving tomorrow.

Yuan Yueze didn't pay much attention to the girls' expressions; honestly, he himself didn't know what his plans were.

Go out to find love? He didn't even know what love was like.

Go out to make a name for himself? That was even more impossible; he was a lazy person and couldn't stand being constrained.

So what should he do next? Thinking about it, his head began to ache.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Shan Meixian roughly guessed his current confusion: "Why don't you stay with us for a while, Xiaoze? You're unfamiliar with the place and people on your own, and you're still so naive. We're worried you'll be taken advantage of. Although we know you're quite capable, being taken advantage of is never a good thing."

Hearing Shan Meixian's offer, Yuan Yueze also wanted to live with them for a while. Perhaps because these three women were the first and deepest encounters he had with any women in his life, this virgin was inevitably attracted to them.

After agreeing to Shan Meixian's request, Yuan Yueze saw the joy on the three women's faces and didn't know why they were so happy.

He then asked about the current year, and recalling the novels he'd read, he calculated that it would be about eight months before Yuwen Huaji obtained the Longevity Formula and the Twin Dragons appeared in the world. He figured he could join in the fun then. He didn't have any particular objections to the Twin Dragons; he simply wanted to see the two protagonists. However, as a human being, he also had reservations about Kou Zhong's eventual retreat and Xu Ziling's prioritization of romance over friendship.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, what right did Yuan Yueze have to look down on others? He himself was a lazy person; what had he done for his nation and country? The only explanation was: everyone has their own ideals and the right to choose their own path. On the path of ideals, to reap rewards, one must pay a certain price; it depends on how you weigh the gains and losses and make your choices.

It was nearly midnight. Although Yuan Yueze hadn't slept for a year and wasn't tired, the three women were already showing signs of exhaustion. They still wanted to learn more about Yuan Yueze, such as his martial arts and other abilities, but their bodies were already giving out. They figured there was plenty of time; Yuan Yueze would be staying for a while, and they could learn more gradually. What they had learned today was enough to keep them awake all night.

After a few casual words, they said their goodbyes and returned to their rooms to rest.

The two young girls, Shan Wanjing and Shan Ruyin, were too tired to sleep and quickly washed up before collapsing into bed.

Shan Meixian, however, tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Her mind was filled with Yuan Yueze's handsome figure and elegant demeanor. Then she thought about her experiences over the past few decades, and a bitter feeling welled up inside her: Had she fallen for Xiao Ze? No, it had been so many years since she felt this way. Reflecting on the number of times she had blushed that afternoon and evening, Shan Meixian found it strange. Whenever Yuan Yueze gazed at her intently, she couldn't help but blush and her heart race, a strange joy welling up within her. Thinking it over, her heart was filled with alternating joy and sorrow. She was joyful because she was more attractive than her daughter; when Yuan Yueze talked to them, his attention was mostly on her, and he even blushed several times when their eyes met. She was saddened because she was old enough to be his mother, and she wasn't a virgin anymore. Even if Yuan Yueze liked her, how could she face him? Troubled by these thoughts,

Shan Meixian became increasingly clear-headed. Due to her high cultivation level, she didn't tire as easily as her daughter. Since she couldn't sleep, she decided to go out and take a look.

At midnight, only a few servants were still on guard duty on the boat. Shan Meixian gently knocked on the door, and a cool breeze rushed in, refreshing her. Looking towards the bow of the boat, Yuan Yueze's friendly back came into view, the light emanating from his divine power illuminating the bow as if it were daytime.

As Shan Meixian wondered whether she should go over and greet him, Yuan Yueze turned around, staring into her beautiful eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Propelled by some unknown force, Shan Meixian walked over.

Seeing Shan Meixian approach, her graceful figure and lines sculpted by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth made Yuan Yueze's heart race. He hurriedly turned away, continuing to gaze at the river, silently reciting the "Concentration Technique" to suppress his pounding heart. Seeing

him shyly avoid her gaze, Shan Meixian, amused and pleased, walked to his side, standing together and looking at the river.

Neither of them spoke.

As the atmosphere grew increasingly awkward, Yuan Yueze, being a man, should have taken the initiative, but this inexperienced young man acted like a shy young girl.

Shan Meixian spoke up, "Why do you always look away when you look at me, Xiaoze? Am I scary?"

Listen to that, she's already calling herself "sister." This blockhead Yuan Yueze completely failed to understand.

It wasn't that Shan Meixian was being unproactive; it was just that being around Yuan Yueze made her feel exceptionally good, and his ethereal, otherworldly aura didn't feel strange, but rather an indescribable sense of intimacy.

Seeing Yuan Yueze stammering and unable to answer, Shan Meixian's mischievous side suddenly arose. She feigned a sigh and said, "It seems that you've really aged and lost your beauty, sister. Does that frighten me?"

"No...no, sister Meixian is too...too beautiful. I dare not look directly at you. I feel like I'm...disrespecting you."

Yuan Yueze stammered, sweating profusely as he finished speaking.

Hearing him say that she was charming, Shan Meixian couldn't help but feel a sweet warmth in her heart. However, she said softly, "I'm not as good as you say, sister. I'm almost an old woman."

As she spoke, she unconsciously thought of her past, and Shan Meixian's expression became even more somber.

Yuan Yueze, of course, didn't understand what she was thinking and assumed she had misunderstood him. He quickly explained, "What I said is true. Sister isn't old at all. When you sit with Wanjing, no one can tell you're mother and daughter; you look more like sisters."

Shan Meixian's appearance was indeed youthful. Although she was nearly forty, the profound inner strength she had gained from practicing the Demonic Heavenly Demon Technique made her look like she was only in her early twenties. The only flaw that prevented people from recognizing her as a woman in her early twenties lay in her eyes. Eyes don't lie, and Shan Meixian's eyes often revealed a look of having experienced the vicissitudes of life and the joys and sorrows of human existence.

Hearing Yuan Yueze's words of comfort, Shan Meixian felt even more inferior. A knot in her heart remained: she wasn't a virgin. Standing before this almost perfect man, she always felt inferior.

"Sister, are you thinking about your past again?"

Yuan Yueze intended to comfort and console Shan Meixian, but he had no experience in this area and spoke bluntly. This only made things worse.

Upon hearing this, Shan Meixian's pain intensified, and tears streamed down her face. The dam that had been dammed for years had finally broken, and she could no longer control herself. Seeing

this, Yuan Yueze panicked. He had never been in love and knew nothing of romantic love, but seeing Shan Meixian like this, his heart ached. "Sister, don't cry. I misspoke."

Flustered and unsure how to comfort Shan Meixian, Yuan Yueze, drawing courage from who-knows-where, grabbed her waist and blurted out, "Sister, don't cry. I was wrong. Seeing you cry hurts me so much."

Yuan Yueze's actions were purely instinctive. But when Shan Meixian saw him pull her into his arms, a masculine aura emanating from him, and him stroking her hair to comfort her, she was immediately overwhelmed with embarrassment and panic. She didn't know whether to push him away or remain in this ambiguous position. Yet, her heart seemed to whisper, "Don't leave this embrace, isn't this what you've always longed for?"

So Shan Meixian could only bury her face in Yuan Yueze's chest, tears streaming down her face. The tears were no longer filled with the previous bitterness, but rather a bitterness mixed with pleasure.

Just then, a patrolling servant walked onto the deck. Seeing a white light at the bow of the ship, as bright as day, the servant curiously went to see what was happening. From afar, he saw a woman kneeling before a man whose entire body was radiant. The man's left arm was around the woman's slender waist, and his right hand was stroking her hair. This scene made only one phrase flash through the servant's mind: a divine couple. "Hmm, that woman's clothes... they seem to be the style that Madam usually wears. Could that be Madam?"

The servant was startled: Oh no, he'd seen something he shouldn't have! We common folk shouldn't know these things. He immediately turned away, pretending he hadn't seen anything, muttering, "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything..."

Given the extraordinary cultivation of the two men at the bow, the servant could naturally hear them. Only then did Yuan Yueze come to his senses. He was actually holding a woman as beautiful as a celestial being. In his twenty years of life, he had never had such intimate contact with a woman. The stimulation from the woman's warm, jade-like body ignited Yuan Yueze's primal instincts, and his blood rushed to his genitals.

At this moment, Shan Meixian's bitterness was completely overshadowed by happiness, and she had stopped sobbing. She just didn't know how to face the man before her, so she continued to lie against his chest, savoring the feeling of being cared for. Suddenly, she felt an unusually hot sensation. Having experienced matters of the heart, Shan Meixian knew what was happening. A surge of heat rose within her, her heart erupting like a volcano.

But at that very moment, the image of the man she had hated her entire life flashed through her mind. Summoning strength from who-knows-where, she pushed Yuan Yueze away. Though panting and her face flushed, the happiness she felt was replaced by bitterness once more.

The two stood there at the bow of the boat, neither speaking, the atmosphere incredibly awkward. Yuan Yueze's actions were purely instinctive, and he had never experienced anything like this before, so naturally he blushed. Shan Meixian's inferiority complex deepened: if she were still a virgin, she was absolutely confident and qualified to be with this man. Unfortunately…

The two stood silently for a long time. Shan Meixian lowered her head, shy and hesitant to look at Yuan Yueze, her bitterness growing heavier. Meanwhile, Yuan Yueze wondered what love was, and whether he had fallen in love with Shan Meixian. Even so, why did Shan Meixian push him away? And looking at her complex expression, a mixture of joy and sorrow, he could understand the joy, but why the sorrow? Was it because of her past? The past is the past; dwelling on it wouldn't change anything. It was better to focus on the future. So why was she so sad? Right, he was the king of theory, so he quickly recalled the theoretical experiences he'd gained from books.

In truth, Yuan Yueze had no idea about the delicate feelings of a young woman. He could disregard the past, but Shan Meixian couldn't let go. What she needed now was care and guidance. He needed to sincerely touch the heart of that long-dormant beauty.

They stood silently for almost half an hour, each lost in their own thoughts. Shan Meixian calmed down, and that cold, aloof expression returned to her face. "Xiao Ze, it's getting late, go back to sleep."

Having rehearsed a whole set of theories, Yuan Yueze had finally found a way. His awkwardness had subsided, and he simply said to Shan Meixian, who was about to leave, "I'm not sleepy. Are you sleepy, sister? Why don't you continue to enjoy the moonlight?"

Shan Meixian had no sleepiness whatsoever; she had only made up an excuse to avoid further embarrassment. Seeing Yuan Yueze's invitation, Shan Meixian's expression became complicated again. She wanted to agree, but felt that standing next to him would make her feel inferior.

Our "King of Theories," the great "Yuan the Dumb," now emboldened by his theories, took a few steps forward and grasped the beauty's smooth, white jade-like hands: "Sister, why are you avoiding me? Do you dislike me? Then I'll leave at dawn."

"No...no, Xiao Ze, don't go."

Hearing Yuan Yueze say this, Shan Meixian was completely flustered. Explaining was impossible, but not explaining would only lead to misunderstandings. She was on the verge of tears again.

Seeing that the beauty was about to shed tears again, Yuan Yueze quickly pulled her into his arms once more. It wasn't a matter of practice making perfect. Yuan Yueze, being a novice, had no experience; how could he learn so quickly? All his actions were purely instinctive.

With the warmth of her body in his embrace again, Yuan Yueze's emotions surged once more. His "little Ze" was awakened again, feeling the heat emanating from her. Shan Meixian felt hot and itchy all over, her body began to weaken, and her expression became hazy. Before the last vestiges of her consciousness faded, Shan Meixian whispered, "Little Ze, didn't we say we'd look at the moonlight?"

The novice, enjoying the wonderful feeling of the beauty in his arms, realized he might have been too abrupt upon hearing this. He quickly turned around, and the two faced the starry sky at the bow of the ship. Yuan Yueze's hand remained around the beauty's slender waist, not letting go. Shan Meixian also enjoyed this feeling. Although shy, since they were alone, she didn't object much.

The two of them stood silently facing the starry sky, exchanging a few words here and there about trivial matters. Even so, Yuan Yueze's knowledge from the future was enough to fascinate Shan Meixian. From why rivers flow eastward to why the starry sky is so vast, Yuan Yueze spoke eloquently about everything.

"Sister, do you like music? Would you like to hear some songs?"

Yuan Yueze suddenly asked.

Shan Meixian nodded curiously, wanting to see what kind of musical talent this young man possessed.

"Most of the people on the ship are sleeping right now. Let's not wake them. How about we go to the shore?"

Yuan Yueze suggested.

"That's a good idea, but how can we get there now? We're already out to sea, at least a thousand feet from the shore. Even though I'm confident in my martial arts skills, I can't do it,"

Shan Meixian said. At this moment, she seemed like a woman in love, her IQ rapidly declining. She even forgot about the existence of this oddball, Yuan Yueze.

"Sister, have you forgotten my background?"

Yuan Yueze asked.

"Ah, I remember now, Xiaoze is a god, how could I forget such a freak like you?"

Shan Meixian forgot her inferiority complex, giving him a charming glance and teasing him.

"Haha!"

Yuan Yueze was so captivated by that look that he was a little dizzy, only able to laugh foolishly: "Then how about I take you, sister, for a ride?"

Without waiting for Shan Meixian's agreement, he stepped forward and, with a soft cry from the beauty, swept her around the waist in his arms. He channeled his true energy, and the two of them seemed to have no weight at all, skimming across the shore at unimaginable speed.

Shan Meixian was also puzzled; despite the incredible speed, she hadn't felt a single breeze. In the martial arts world, the faster one uses lightness skills, the greater the wind resistance should be. "Could this be the difference between divine power and human strength?"

Shan Meixian wondered.

After putting down the shy Shan Meixian, Yuan Yueze took out a round table and chairs, glasses, and red wine from his bracelet. Shan Meixian was already starting to get used to it. Shan Meixian sat down gracefully, accepted the red wine Yuan Yueze poured for her, took a small sip, and became engrossed.

After finishing his glass, Yuan Yueze took out a guitar from his bracelet and tuned it a few times. "Is this a musical instrument? I've never seen one before,"

Shan Meixian asked like a curious child.

"This is a musical instrument from later generations, but it sounds beautiful. I haven't played it for eight years. I practiced for a few years when I was a child,"

Yuan Yueze replied.

After a moment of familiarization, Yuan Yueze said, "Next, I'll perform a piece for you, sister. Please offer your critique and guidance."

There was indeed a hint of affection in Yuan Yueze's eyes, but to Shan Meixian, it appeared as boundless affection, because Yuan Yueze's own charisma and handsome demeanor had already captivated her.

As the guitar began, a beautiful baritone voice followed: "Because I dreamt you left, I woke up crying, watching the night wind blow through the window, can you feel my love... How many people admired your youthful beauty, but who can withstand the ruthless changes of time? How many people came and went in your life, but know that I will always be by your side... When everything has become mundane, is there still a kind of reserve left in your heart...?"

Yuan Yueze performed "You'll Be With Me All My Life," a song considered a 'perfect love song' in ancient times, to its fullest extent. Listening to the moving melody and melodious voice, Shan Meixian was captivated by the beautiful lyrics. She gazed at the man before her, her heart swaying.

"Does he really like me? Otherwise, why would he sing such a heartfelt song to me alone? But I'm not good enough for him. I'm so much older than him, and my daughter is only a few years younger. What should I do? I can't bear to say anything harsh."

The more Shan Meixian thought, the more confused she became. How could she face the man before her?

"Sigh."

With a soft sigh, Shan Meixian forced down her chaotic thoughts: "Xiaoze, I'm a little tired. Shall we go back?" She

didn't even comment on Yuan Yueze's song, showing how much her conflicted emotions tormented her.

Yuan Yueze didn't care about her comments. He nodded, cleared the table, picked up Shan Meixian, and carried her towards the boat.

He wasn't moving quickly this time, because he had his own selfish reasons; holding the beauty in his arms made him feel so comfortable that every pore on his body felt open. He noticed that the beauty in his arms had her hands wrapped around his strong waist, her fragrant shoulders trembling slightly.

Finally, he returned to the ship and put Shan Meixian down. He saw that Shan Meixian's face was devoid of any emotion, cold and indifferent.

He escorted Shan Meixian to the cabin door, and before Yuan Yueze could speak, Shan Meixian whispered, "Xiaoze, I will never forget tonight. Please don't do it again."

"Why?"

Yuan Yueze asked, puzzled.

Forcibly suppressing the reluctance and lingering affection in his heart, Shan Meixian said, "Don't force me, I am not worthy of you..."

After saying that, she closed the door without looking back, leaving the young man standing there stunned.

In her sorrowful words, there was an immense reluctance and attachment. The desolation and bitterness in her words were even more obvious.

"Am I being rejected? Is this what first love is like? Why does my heart hurt so much?"

Yuan Yueze thought painfully.

Yuan Yueze did indeed do something that seemed like he had experience, guided by theory, but theory is just theory. If he truly had experience, he could have simply pulled the beauty into his arms and resolved everything naturally. Unfortunately, this greenhorn really needed to grow and experience life to accumulate various kinds of experience.

With a heavy heart, Yuan Yueze went to his room.

Chapter 004 Finally United

Lying in bed, Shan Meixian still couldn't sleep. She had painfully rejected the man she admired. In the moment she turned away coldly, she saw those eyes, once dark and deep like the starry sky, filled with sorrow, no longer shining.

Why was this happening? Why did God torment me like this? Why didn't this affectionate man come into this world before I met my demise? If so, even if I had abandoned my identity as the "Holy Maiden" of the Demonic Sect back then, I would have resolutely given him everything. But what's the use of saying all this now?

It's all that Demonic Sect scoundrel's fault, that beastly man who insulted her. This was all the fault of that heartless woman; she had indulged the scoundrels of her sect and neglected her own daughter.

The inner demons had begun to fester, becoming increasingly uncontrollable. Dan Meixian's boudoir was filled with malevolent energy and demonic aura. Her true energy was also surging wildly through her meridians.

Dan Meixian didn't notice any of this; her mind was filled with the image of the man who had just embraced her, rejected her, and looked at her with a sorrowful expression. Then she immediately thought of who had wronged her, causing her to end up like this.

Her true energy became increasingly chaotic, and Dan Meixian's face turned a strange purple.

She had gone mad!

Suddenly, a sweet taste rose in her throat, and "Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Dan Meixian gradually lost consciousness. In that instant of losing consciousness, she cried out in her heart, "Xiao Ze, if there is an afterlife, I will marry no one but you!"

Yuan Yueze, also agitated, returned to his room. Recalling the despair and bitter look in Dan Meixian's eyes when she was rejected, he felt a sudden pang of heartache.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, recalling the last words the beauty had spoken: "I am unworthy of you..."

After sorting through his thoughts, Yuan Yueze's ideas became clearer: She must like me too, otherwise why would she blush when I looked at her? Why didn't she refuse when I hugged her? Why did she look so sorrowful when I told her I liked her? She must have remembered being humiliated by Bian Bufu in the past. Ancient women valued chastity, which is why she rejected me! Based on this alone, Yuan Yueze understood the depth of Shan Meixian's feelings for him!

He understood the whole story. Yuan Yueze's dejection vanished. Humming a little tune, he slowly closed his eyes...

"Bang, bang, bang."

With a loud knocking on the door, Yuan Yueze opened his eyes. It was already broad daylight.

With his demigod body, he didn't need sleep at all. However, last night's experience of great joy and sorrow, coupled with his unstable temperament, inevitably left him mentally exhausted. He got

out of bed and opened the door.

"Brother Yuan, please save my mother! She's stopped breathing!"

Shan Wanjing cried, throwing herself into Yuan Yueze's arms. Tears streamed down her face.

"What?"

Yuan Yueze's initial joy immediately turned to despair.

"Take me there!"

Yuan Yueze roared.

Arriving at Shan Meixian's room, they found many core members of the Dongming Sect and their servants already gathered outside. Their faces were filled with sorrow. Shan Ruyin was weeping silently.

Pushing open the door, Yuan Yueze and Shan Wanjing rushed to the bed.

Shan Meixian lay on the bed, neatly dressed in white. Her body showed no signs of life; her chest remained still. Upon seeing this, Yuan Yueze was instantly stunned. He completely forgot his own abilities. He was experiencing firsthand the pain of losing someone he had never known before. Moreover, this was the woman he loved, who even possessed a sisterly aura.

Yuan Yueze, still unwilling to give up, trembled as he reached for Shan Meixian's delicate nose, only to abruptly pull his hand away, tears streaming down his face. A heart-wrenching pain coursed through his body.

"Meixian, how could you leave me all alone..."

Holding her now-cold hands, Yuan Yueze's form of address changed; he truly regarded the woman before him as his beloved.

Shan Wanjing also wept beside him. Although she didn't understand why her brother Yuan addressed her mother so affectionately, she knew this wasn't the time to dwell on such things.

"Brother Yuan, can't even you save Mother?"

Looking at Yuan Yueze, who wept like a statue, Shan Wanjing, remembering his extraordinary nature, spoke.

Yes! How could I not even save a mortal? It was all because I was too hasty and lost my composure.

Having figured all this out, Yuan Yueze's sorrow vanished: "Wanjing, don't worry, I will definitely save Meixian. I swear on my life!"

With that, Yuan Yueze channeled all his true energy, scanning Shan Meixian's body and consciousness, finally discovering a wisp of spiritual energy remaining in her mind. From that faint trace of spiritual energy, Yuan Yueze sensed the boundless love Meixian held for him.

Having ascertained the woman's condition, Yuan Yueze channeled all his inner energy into Shan Meixian's body.

His extraordinary power coursed through Shan Meixian's eight extraordinary meridians. Shan Meixian's pale face slowly began to regain its color, and her chest began to rise and fall slightly. Shan Wanjing was overjoyed at this sight.

Yuan Yueze wondered to himself, "How can my inner energy be so powerful that it can bring the dead back to life?" This question seemed difficult to answer, and now was not the time to dwell on it.

Half an hour later, Shan Meixian finally slowly opened her beautiful eyes. The first thing she saw was the man she loved. He was now gazing at her tenderly, no longer blushing as before. Beside him was her daughter, her face filled with surprise, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

Before she could fully recall what had happened, the man suddenly hugged her tightly, stammering, "Meixian, you're finally back. Don't scare me like that again."

Before she could even feel shy, he kissed her cherry lips fiercely. That wretched tongue pried open her teeth and clumsily swirled inside her mouth, clearly an inexperienced virgin.

Meixian was mesmerized by Yuan Yueze's intimate actions, and remembering his affectionate address, she became even more smitten, completely forgetting that her daughter was 'watching' her, and wholeheartedly immersed in the passionate kiss. Shan Wanjing

stared dumbfounded at everything before her, feeling both happy and sad. Happy because her brother Yuan was indeed living up to his reputation, even managing to pull her deceased mother back from the brink of death. Sad because the brother she loved actually loved her mother. Seeing her mother safe and sound, Shan Wanjing began to feel jealous.

Seeing the two kissing for ages without stopping, Shan Wanjing felt a little embarrassed to watch any longer and spoke up, "Mother, Brother Yuan, are you ever going to stop?"

Her tone was full of sourness.

Hearing her daughter's voice, Shan Meixian remembered her daughter was beside her. She cursed her daughter's misfortune and tried with all her might to push Yuan Yueze away, but he was lost in the passionate kiss and held her tightly in his arms, impossible for her to push away. So Shan Meixian could only use her small hands to "gently" massage Yuan Yueze's soft waist.

"Ah!"

Yuan Yueze cried out, finally releasing Shan Meixian's swollen lips.

"Meixian, what are you doing? It hurts!"

Yuan Yueze exclaimed.

Hearing the man address her so affectionately again, Shan Meixian, already blushing and panting, was even more ashamed and didn't dare to lift her head. She tried to break free from the man's embrace, but his strength was too great, and she was slightly weak, so after several attempts, she had to give up and nestled in his arms, inhaling his incredibly comforting masculine scent.

"Meixian, what happened? Why didn't you have a heartbeat or breathe just now? Your whole body was ice cold?"

Yuan Yueze asked, still holding the beauty tightly.

It wasn't that this novice wanted to take advantage of Shan Meixian, nor that he had only thought about how to coax a woman for a few hours. Rather, the life-or-death situation he had just experienced still left him somewhat fearful, afraid that if he let go of the beauty, she would fall into a deep sleep again.

"Brother Yuan, put Mother down first. Mother's body shouldn't have fully recovered yet, right?"

Shan Wanjing couldn't help but "kindly" remind him, her sourness almost reaching the sky.

"No! Let's say this: what if Meixian leaves me again after I let go? Can you bear that responsibility?"

Yuan Yueze suddenly became domineering.

"You!"

Shan Wanjing was so angry she almost fainted.

Shan Meixian, like a frightened bird, nestled in the man's arms, silently spitting out her own words. Yet, her heart was filled with unexpected joy, for even a fool could understand the love the man's words conveyed.

Seeing that the man's mind was entirely focused on her mother, and that no matter what she said, she couldn't get him to let go, Shan Wanjing could only helplessly ask, "Mother, what happened last night? I was so tired, I fell asleep as soon as I got home. This morning, Ruyin came to call you for breakfast, but no matter how much I knocked, you wouldn't answer. Ruyin told me, so I came over. When I came in, I found you were ice-cold, lifeless, and covered in blood. It terrified us. Later, I called Brother Yuan, who pulled you back from the brink of death."

Tears streamed down her face again.

Shan Meixian quickly comforted her daughter, stopping Shan Wanjing's tears.

Shan Meixian felt incredibly comfortable in Yuan Yueze's embrace. Although she was quite shy about such an intimate moment in front of her daughter, she couldn't get him to let go no matter how much she struggled. She could only let him hold her, her shyness slowly fading. Hearing her daughter's question, she thought for a moment and said, "Last night, Mother accidentally went into a qi deviation, and then I don't know anything anymore."

Of course, Shan Meixian wouldn't be so bold as to say in front of her daughter that she went into a qi deviation because of Yuan Yueze. However, she did feel a little regretful that she hadn't witnessed the man's ability to bring the dead back to life.

"Meixian, don't practice that damned Heavenly Demon Technique anymore. Wouldn't it be better to learn some authentic martial arts that are in harmony with nature?"

Yuan Yueze, being simple-minded, naturally couldn't imagine that Shan Meixian's near-death experience was because of him.

"Brother Yuan, I want to learn your kung fu too!"

Shan Wanjing said, seizing every opportunity.

“Very well, I have a secret manual left by my master. Wanjing, if you want to learn it, you can figure it out yourself,”

Yuan Yueze replied casually. Instantly, the image of Shan Meixian, cold and lifeless, flashed through his mind again. He shuddered, lowered his head, and said to the beautiful woman in his arms, “Meixian, I love you. Will you marry me?”

Hearing such a bold and explicit confession, Shan Meixian's face, which had just recovered, flushed red again. She lowered her head tightly, not daring to look up, even her jade-like neck was covered in a blush. Shan Wanjing was once again stunned, her face filled with unbearable sorrow.

Shan Meixian didn't know how to answer. They did indeed have mutual affection, but her own inferiority complex prevented her from facing this feeling openly. Especially since the other party had confessed to her so directly in front of her daughter!

Yuan Yueze, on the other hand, didn't have many thoughts. Today, for the first time, he experienced the pain of being separated from his beloved by death. Remembering the letter his master had left him, in which he wrote not to hurt the woman who loved him, he had nothing to worry about and confessed directly.

Honestly, after saying this, he hadn't considered how he would face the woman in his arms if she cruelly rejected him again. He only knew that he had to keep her by his side and ensure her safety before he could feel at ease.

The three people in the room remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Yuan Yueze, impatient, spoke again: "Meixian, why don't you answer me?"

Now, the king of theory, Yuan Yueze, had begun to connect theory with practice, vaguely understanding that he should take the initiative.

Shan Meixian blushed and first looked at the mournful-looking Shan Wanjing, roughly understanding Shan Wanjing's current state of mind. Thinking that she had already lived half her life, and her daughter was still in the prime of her life, how could she compete with her daughter for a man? At this moment, both mother and daughter forgot the fact that Shan Wanjing was already engaged to the Dongming Shang family.

After her expression changed several times, Shan Meixian finally mustered up her courage and looked at Yuan Yueze: "Xiaoze, what I said yesterday..."

With her daughter by her side, Shan Meixian felt too embarrassed to refer to herself as "this concubine."

"Wait," Yuan Yueze immediately interrupted Shan Meixian. He stared intently into her eyes, straining to look her in the eye: "Meixian, I thought a lot last night. I understand your feelings. Did you think about your past, about that beast who insulted you?"

Hearing this, Shan Wan's face turned icy cold, her teeth clenched, her beautiful eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Shan Meixian closed her eyes, letting two streams of bitter tears flow down her face.

While gently wiping away Shan Meixian's tears, he said, "I know you and your daughter are both wary of that beast. Mentioning him in front of you might embarrass you, but you can rest assured of one thing: within a year, I will definitely bring him alive to you, so you can do whatever you want with him. I thought all this through yesterday."

Yuan Yueze sighed and continued, "Meixian, I truly love you. I don't care about your past. Your past life wasn't entirely your own control; the fault isn't yours. I just want you to open your eyes, look at me, and answer me: do you truly love me? Are you willing to marry me? I want to protect you, to prevent you from ever being harmed again, and to stand proudly with you across millennia to come, laughing at the world's troubles. If you are unwilling, then it's just my unrequited love, and I'll leave today."

Yuan Yueze wasn't threatening Shan Meixian; he was simply being straightforward. Having decided to pursue Shan Meixian, he wanted to express his feelings without reservation. Look, this guy isn't slow at learning the principle of applying theory to practice.

Hearing Yuan Yueze's deep and direct confession, Shan Meixian could no longer suppress her emotions. Tears welled up in her eyes again. Ignoring her daughter beside her, she proactively stretched out her jade-like arms, tightly encircling the man's waist, and nestled against Yuan Yueze's broad chest: "Xiaoze, don't say anymore. I'm willing, I'm willing to marry you. From now on, there will be no more Lady Dongming, only Xiaoze's wife, Shan Meixian."

Receiving the answer he had longed for, Yuan Yueze was so happy he almost blew snot from his nose, ignoring Shan Wanjing beside him. He lifted Shan Meixian's chin with his left hand and pressed his lips against hers again…

Shan Wanjing, on the other hand, felt much the same way Shan Meixian had felt the night before—sorrow, bitterness, and sorrow all welled up in her heart. She knew how unhappy her mother had been all these years, not in terms of food, clothing, and shelter, but in terms of her mental and emotional state. Looking at the extraordinary man before her, possessing a demigod's body, omnipotent yet brimming with tenderness, Shan Wanjing thought: How wonderful it would be if Brother Yuan could treat me like this! I would be willing to die even if it meant the next moment. But this man she admired so much was about to become her stepfather. Seeing her mother, who had always doted on her, now nestled in this gentle man's arms, her face radiant with happiness as he kissed her, bitter tears streamed down Shan Wanjing's cheeks, falling silently to the ground.

After a long kiss, Shan Meixian was deeply moved; her mature beauty captivated the naive Yuan Yueze.

"Gurgle..."

The woman in his arms let out a soft groan in her stomach. Embarrassed, she dared not lift her head.

Yuan Yueze slapped his forehead and said, "Are you hungry? Lie down first, I'll make you some porridge."

After putting Shan Meixian back on the bed and carefully tucking her in, Yuan Yueze turned to Shan Wanjing, who was still looking at him with a complicated expression, and said, "Sister Wanjing, don't worry. My Chaotic Divine Power not only pulled Meixian back from the brink of death, but also cleared all the blocked meridians caused by practicing the Heavenly Demon Technique and her depression over the years. Her body will be much healthier from now on."

He then added, "Go out and tell the people outside not to worry, then come back and take care of Meixian. I'll make the porridge in a bit."

After saying that, he lowered his head and gave Shan Meixian, whose cheeks were flushed, a light kiss on the forehead, then turned and left.

Shan Meixian truly felt that the happiest day of her life had arrived, and she was incredibly moved. But when she saw her daughter turning to leave, she couldn't help but worry. She didn't know how she would tell her daughter when she returned.

After informing everyone that her mother was alright, Shan Wanjing returned to her mother's bedside with mixed feelings, sitting down with her head down, unsure of what to say.

Should she congratulate her? How could she possibly congratulate her mother in her current state?

Should she be jealous of her mother? What right did she have to be jealous of her mother? Her mother had sacrificed so much for her over the years; if she were jealous, she would be unworthy of being a daughter.

Shan Meixian also dared not look at her daughter, only hoping that Yuan Yueze would return quickly to ease the awkward atmosphere in the room.

Sure enough, about fifteen minutes later, a knock sounded at the door, and Yuan Yueze and Shan Ruyin each carried a jade tray in.

"It's ready. Have you been waiting long?"

Yuan Yueze asked.

Shan Wanjing remained silent, while Shan Meixian simply shook her head gently.

Yuan Yueze placed two silver bowls of porridge by the bedside. He filled one bowl and said to Shan Meixian, "This porridge is called lotus seed and longan porridge. It nourishes the heart and spleen, and replenishes qi and blood. Meixian lost some blood last night, so this is perfect for her."

He then filled two more bowls from the other silver bowl and said to Shan Wanjing and Shan Ruyin, "This is called eight-treasure porridge. It replenishes qi and calms the mind. It takes a quarter of an hour to cook. Wanjing

and Ruyin are worried about Meixian and must be a little flustered, so I made this porridge for you two." Shan Meixian was deeply moved. Shan Wanjing, though still jealous, was happy to hear that Yuan Yueze had personally cooked porridge for her. Shan Ruyin, though puzzled by Yuan Yueze's intimate address of "Madam," was overjoyed to hear him cook porridge for her and personally serve it. She dared not show it on her face, only looking at her mistress and princess with trepidation. Seeing her mistress nod, she sat somewhat reservedly by the small table.

Yuan Yueze personally served the porridge, cradling Shan Meixian in his arms, and carefully fed her spoonful by spoonful, blowing on it to cool it down.

The two maids beside the small table silently drank their own porridge, occasionally stealing glances at the two men by the bedside. A hint of envy flashed in their eyes.

Shan Meixian noticed the maids watching her and was incredibly shy, but looking at the man who loved her so deeply and was so gentle and considerate, she simply let go of everything, blushing and happily enjoying his attentive feeding. She felt as if she were in a dream, because the perfect man beside her was someone she could never have imagined.

The beauty didn't have a big appetite, but she still managed to drink two small bowls. On one hand, Yuan Yueze's cooking was indeed excellent; on the other hand, Shan Meixian thoroughly enjoyed his thoughtfulness. After finishing their meal, Shan Ruyin looked at her mother, whose face was rosy and radiant with happiness, and knew that her mother had recovered. She then said her leave, cleared away the dishes, and went out.

The three people in the room returned to a state of silence.

After a while, unable to bear the awkward atmosphere, Shan Meixian spoke first, "You must be tired, go and rest."

Shan Wanjing was indeed mentally exhausted from worrying about her mother, but at this moment she didn't want to leave at all. Instead, she stared at Yuan Yueze: "Brother Yuan, have you had breakfast?"

Although she knew she shouldn't be jealous of her mother, she still didn't want to see Yuan Yueze treating her mother so gently and considerately, so she tried to coax Yuan Yueze out.

"I can go a year without eating and not feel hungry. I only eat to satisfy my cravings. Besides, Meixian has just woken up, how can I leave? But Wanjing, you must be tired, go and rest."

Yuan Yueze's words were as direct as ever.

"I... I'm not tired."

"I can't help but cover it up," Shan Wanjing hurriedly said. The conflicting emotions of not daring to be jealous of her mother, yet not wanting Yuan Yueze to be alone with her mother, were tormenting the little girl quite a bit.

Seeing her daughter's expression, Shan Meixian naturally guessed what she was thinking and said, "Xiaoze, I'm all better now. I've had my porridge, and it'll be good to go for a walk. You two come with me." Shan

Wanjing nodded quickly upon hearing this.

Yuan Yueze, however, looked reluctant: Shan Wanjing was a real third wheel, stubbornly insisting on following him and Shan Meixian, making it difficult for him to be too intimate with Shan Meixian.

Seeing the expressions of her young lover and daughter, Shan Meixian smiled inwardly and, with the help of Shan Wanjing and Yuan Yueze, got up and walked towards the door.

At this moment, the Piaoxiang ship began to sail towards the mainland again. The three of them stood at the bow, watching the mainland getting closer and closer, feeling quite refreshed.

The three remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts.

Seeing that Shan Wanjing, the third wheel, was unwilling to leave, Yuan Yueze, already satisfied with winning Shan Meixian's heart today, only wanted to spend some time alone with her and exchange sweet nothings. He spoke first, "Wanjing, you should go back and rest. Your emotions were too volatile today; it's not good for your health."

Hearing this, Shan Wanjing assumed he only wanted to spend time with her mother, so she stubbornly replied, "I'm fine. Mother just woke up, and I'm worried about her. I'll stay and watch over her for a while."

Shan Meixian had intended to say something on behalf of her young lover, but hearing Shan Wanjing's words, she didn't dare to speak. Forced to make conversation, Yuan Yueze asked, "Xiao Ze said he'd teach me martial arts. What kind of technique?"

Yuan Yueze, annoyed that Shan Wanjing insisted on staying as a third wheel, replied to Shan Meixian's question, "Meixian should marry me in the future."

Shan Meixian immediately blushed, glaring at him reproachfully, thinking to herself: How could he speak like that in front of Wanjing?

Hearing Yuan Yueze's words, Shan Wanjing was even more furious. However, she didn't show it on her face, continuing to stare into the distance as if she hadn't heard anything.

Seeing that Shan Wanjing remained unmoved, Yuan Yueze, too shy to make a move on Shan Meixian in front of her daughter, said, "After Meixian and I become husband and wife, she will naturally be refined into the same body as me. However, during the refining process, all the martial arts she has cultivated before will be erased. In other words, after Meixian is reborn, she will have to find suitable martial arts to practice again."

Shan Meixian didn't care. Not only would she be reborn, but her lover's abilities alone would ensure that she would not be harmed.

Shan Wanjing, however, became nervous: "But Mother has cultivated the Heavenly Demon Art for many years to reach her current level. How can it be erased so easily? Isn't that a pity?"

"Not at all. If Meixian refines her body in the future, she will be able to cultivate martial arts again much more efficiently. The speed at which she accumulates true qi will be several times faster than before,"

Yuan Yueze said.

Shan Wanjing was somewhat surprised by these words, while Shan Meixian showed no surprise whatsoever. Her physical, mental, spiritual, and technical skills were all quite formidable, and she could vaguely guess Yuan Yueze's greatest strength.

Shan Wanjing said, "Brother Yuan, why don't you show us a few moves?"

Yuan Yueze smiled and glanced at Shan Meixian, noticing a glint of longing in her eyes. He reached out and gently pinched her nose, then nodded.

Caught off guard by his sudden attack, Shan Meixian blushed again, and scolded softly, "Silly boy, Wanjing is still here."

Shan Wanjing, determined to be a third wheel, simply pretended not to see anything. She thought to herself, "You won't be forced to leave anyway; let you take even more advantage of my mother."

Seeing Shan Wanjing's reaction, Yuan Yueze had no choice but to ask the two women, "Which city do you like? I can take you there now, and we can be back before dark when you're tired."

Even though the two women knew a little about Yuan Yueze's abilities, they were still amazed by his ability to go wherever he wanted and travel back and forth in a single day.

"I want to go to Luoyang, Mother, is that alright?"

Shan Wanjing said after thinking for a moment.

Shan Meixian didn't care where they went, as long as she was with her lover and daughter. So she nodded in agreement.

Seeing that the two women had a destination in mind, Yuan Yueze immediately scanned the bracelet with his mind's eye. With a thought, the "Soaring Cloud" flying sword appeared in the air and hovered in front of the three of them. He

stepped forward, put his left arm around Shan Meixian, and his right arm around Shan Wanjing, and said, "Then I will take you there. With me here, you don't need to be afraid."

Amidst the two women's cries of joy, he jumped onto the flying sword, and with a thought, the flying sword carried the three of them away at high speed.

The two women initially clung tightly to Yuan Yueze's waist with their eyes closed, listening to the wind whistling past their ears. Gradually, they boldly opened their eyes, gazing at the earth thousands of feet below, overwhelmed with excitement. Shan Wanjing even began to shout. The usually composed Shan Meixian also gradually joined in, letting out a few shouts, her heart filled with indescribable joy.

In just half an hour, the flying sword reached Luoyang City, thousands of miles away. To avoid causing a commotion, the three landed in a secluded corner of the city. They sheathed their flying swords and headed towards the bustling city center.

At this time, Shan Wanjing still clung tightly to Yuan Yueze's right arm, refusing to let go. Yuan Yueze couldn't say anything directly, so he looked to Shan Meixian for help. Shan Meixian, however, seemed oblivious, continuing to walk forward while clinging to Yuan Yueze's left arm.

Yuan Yueze had no choice but to let the two women remain close to him, looking around as they walked.

Since waking up, Shan Meixian had thought a lot. She was grateful to heaven for the love and affection her lover showed her, and for the chance to be with him for eternity; she had no more desires. As a woman herself, she could easily see her daughter's feelings for her lover.

In this era, even capable men married both mother and daughter; how much more so her man, who was a thousand times more capable than the most capable men of the time! Having experienced the vicissitudes of life, Shan Meixian easily understood. The problem now lay with her lover. His complete devotion to her made Shan Meixian very happy and proud. But if this continued, her daughter would have no chance. She needed to find a way to persuade him.

Shan Wanjing, on the other hand, was determined to go down a dark path. Her stubborn personality made her unwilling to be outshone by her mother, even though she was younger than her mother, though the difference wasn't obvious in appearance. In any case, she loved this man, and unless she heard him say he didn't love her, she would never give up. This was the passionate and decisive Shan Wanjing. From the moment Yuan Yueze appeared, her mind had completely abandoned Shang Ming, her "fiancé" whom she already found somewhat repulsive.

Yuan Yueze, being the simpleton he was, was oblivious to the complex thoughts of the two women beside him. He simply assumed they didn't want to talk. He had long forgotten his master's prophecy of "extremely heavy peach blossom calamity." His eyes were fixed solely on Shan Meixian.

Neither woman was in high spirits, so they casually strolled around the imperial palace in Luoyang, the "secondary capital," before flying back to the "Fragrance Ship."

Yuan Yueze personally prepared dinner. The prevailing notion of "a gentleman keeps away from the kitchen" was deeply ingrained in this era, and Shan Meixian felt a pang of unease at her lover's attentiveness. However, Yuan Yueze insisted that he cook for her personally, refusing to let her eat otherwise. Left with no choice, Shan Meixian agreed, and, thinking of the happiness she had never dared to hope for, which had now descended upon her, she sat there, lost in her own bliss.

A few light side dishes, plus a steaming pot of spicy hot pot, were enjoyed by the four of them. Shan Ruyin was "honored" enough to be pulled down from her seat by Yuan Yueze to dine with them. During the meal, Yuan Yueze showed great care for Shan Meixian, frequently feeding her by hand. The beautiful woman was both embarrassed and delighted in front of the two younger men.

Yuan Yueze loved spicy food, but Shan Meixian and Shan Ruyin almost cried after just one bite, daring not to touch the hot pot again. Shan Wanjing, on the other hand, loved the hot pot more, eating with great relish.

Having just fed Shan Meixian a bite, Yuan Yueze turned to look at Shan Wanjing, whose face was full of envy. He picked up a piece of crab meat and held it out to Shan Wanjing, teasingly saying, "Come on, Wanjing, let me feed you a bite too."

Shan Wanjing, whose face was already flushed from the heat, immediately became even more shy, her rosy cheeks incredibly adorable. Opening her mouth to take the crab meat from the man, Shan Wanjing felt a tongue touch her, a warm current flowing through her body, making her feel inexplicably hot. She quickly lowered her head, afraid to look up.

Shan Meixian thought her lover had already started eyeing her daughter, and her heart naturally ached. But when she looked at her lover again, she found that his eyes didn't hold the same love he had shown her, and she couldn't help but worry about her daughter.

A woman's heart is like a needle in a haystack!

One second she was jealous, the next she was worried about her daughter's future. The human heart is indeed the strangest thing. Standing

to the side, Shan Ruyin was naturally filled with envy and jealousy, but in this situation, she dared not show it.

After dinner, the two young girls, Shan Wanjing and Shan Ruyin, finally left. Ah, finally, they could enjoy some alone time. Yuan Yueze couldn't help but think.

Looking at the shyly bowed Shan Meixian, Yuan Yueze moved closer, gently embracing her. He didn't say much, only softly calling her name.

Hearing him call her name, Shan Meixian unexpectedly raised her head, meeting his deep gaze. Feeling the affection within, Shan Meixian's feelings were beyond words.

"Xiaoze, do you like Wanjing?"

Shan Meixian finally spoke.

"Ah? Wanjing? I don't know either, but I feel like I don't want to think about other women now that I have you. Besides, Wanjing is your daughter!"

Sighing inwardly, Shan Meixian didn't know what to say. The man before her was practically perfect, except he lacked life experience; otherwise, he would truly be perfect. However, the man's high regard for her made Shan Meixian even more elated.

"By the way, Meixian, didn't I say you'd call me husband from now on? Why haven't you changed your address yet?" "

..."

Shan Meixian was too shy to say anything.

"Hus...husband."

After holding it in for a long time, she finally managed to utter a small sound, like a mosquito's hum.

Yuan Yueze's heart warmed at the sound, and he pressed his lips to hers again. Now it was just the two of them in their own intimate world. Shan Meixian no longer needed to suppress herself and took the initiative, guiding Yuan Yueze to enjoy himself.

When they parted, the beauty had completely melted into her lover's embrace, completely forgetting what year it was.

Once aroused, Yuan Yueze, the novice, relied on instinct to pick up the beauty and head towards the bedside.

Knowing what was about to happen, Shan Meixian felt her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, and she hid her face in her lover's arms, too ashamed to show it.

In a few clumsy movements, Yuan Yueze finally saw the woman's body for the first time, completely unadorned, a 'purely natural' body.

He saw the beauty with her eyes tightly closed in shyness, her long eyelashes trembling with nervousness, her skin like solidified cream, her slender neck, her high, firm breasts, her alluring rosy nipples, her flat, fat-free abdomen. His gaze continued downwards, to her lush pubic hair, her long, shapely legs, her supple, tender feet...

The novice's heart raced, and he stared motionlessly at the beautiful sight before him, his mind blank.

The passionate kiss had already aroused Shan Meixian's desire, leaving her dazed and exposed, like a naked lamb. Too shy to open her eyes, the beauty, sensing her lover's inaction, peeked out and saw the handsome man beside her staring blankly at her breasts, drool dripping from his lips. She couldn't help but feel an immense sense of pride in her charm.

"You idiot, what are you looking at?"

a scolding voice rang out, as if reminding her: Don't just look, you can't take it!

Yuan Yueze, jolted back to reality, was somewhat bewildered. He had never experienced anything like this before, let alone had any experience with it! After a moment's thought, he clumsily applied the little theory he'd learned from books to the beauty.

His technique was indeed utterly terrible, but Shan Meixian was already aroused, and her lover's touch only intensified her desire.

Finally, the moment of reckoning arrived!

She felt her delicate area being brushed a few times, and the beauty trembled all over. But after a few more brushes, the anticipated fullness didn't arrive. Curious, she opened her beautiful, watery eyes to peek and see what was happening.

"Pfft!" Seeing her lover sweating profusely and still unable to find the right path, Shan Meixian laughed. Yuan Yueze looked up, feeling incredibly embarrassed, his face turning bright red.

Seeing her lover's anxiety, Shan Meixian suppressed her shyness and guided him onto the right path with her jade-like hand.

"Pfft!"

With a sound, the long spear plunged straight to the bottom.

"Oh!"

Yuan Yueze groaned comfortably, while the beauty beneath him cried out in pain as his large "little Ze" swelled.

"Husband...husband, slow...slow down, how...how can it be so big..."

The beauty, who had been celibate for nearly twenty years and was suddenly receiving such a 'huge thing,' trembled and sighed softly.

Perhaps due to years of abstinence, Shan Meixian's narrow, tight, hot, and lubricated vagina gave Yuan Yueze an extremely comfortable feeling. His penis felt as if it were wrapped in a layer of fleshy folds that constantly writhed. Moreover, the beauty's jade cave was incredibly magical; the cervix, pressed against by the tip of his penis, sucked at the glans like a nursing infant. Upon penetration, Yuan Yueze, who had never experienced anything like it, was overwhelmed by pleasure and almost ejaculated. He hurriedly stopped, took a deep breath, and teased, "Meixian is going to drain me dry!"

Shan Meixian's only experience with men was from when she was raped by Bian Bufu. She clearly felt Yuan Yueze's huge penis begin to swell and throb violently after entering her body, seemingly about to burst her little honey pot. Knowing that Yuan Yueze was about to climax, she also stopped her movements and waited for Yuan Yueze to calm down. Hearing this, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, a shy groan like a young girl, saying, "You're still teasing me! Oh!"

It turned out that although Yuan Yueze hadn't started his piston-like movements, his mouth and hands were already at work. One hand grasped her left, extremely elastic, trembling breast, kneading and squeezing it with varying pressure. His mouth, meanwhile, took her right breast's brightly colored, erect nipple into his mouth, teasing and licking it. Shan Meixian felt her body growing hotter and hotter, and streams of lustful fluid continuously gushed from the depths of her fully stretched jade pot. Her jade-like, translucent skin glowed with a rosy hue, and her slender eyebrows furrowed and relaxed, making it impossible to tell whether she was in pleasure or discomfort. Her small mouth also began to uncontrollably emit seductive moans. Yuan Yueze's other hand moved over her full, yet perfectly flat abdomen, brushing against the pubic hair already damp with lustful fluid, and reached her clitoris, his thumb beginning to tease that most sensitive spot.

Shan Meixian's delicate body began to tremble violently, her long, slender legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Her juices flowed freely from their joined bodies, and her slender waist began to writhe, as if annoyed that Yuan Yueze wasn't thrusting.

Yuan Yueze kissed her sweat-drenched neck as he began to thrust. Inexperienced, he knew nothing of the "nine shallow, one deep" technique, only knowing to go all the way in each time. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, and Shan Meixian felt as if she were floating on clouds, experiencing both the boundless love of her lover and the intense pleasure her body was receiving. She instinctively and mechanically responded to Yuan Yueze. As he thrust forward, she raised her round, white buttocks, their bodies tightly joined, without a single gap; as he withdrew, she lowered her buttocks, preparing for the next soul-stirring thrust. With such perfect coordination, they moved in tandem, their pleasure amplified.

With each vigorous movement, Yuan Yueze's breathing grew heavier, while Shan Meixian's mind became hazy, her small mouth uttering incoherent cries, unsure of what she was making.

"Ah! Husband... Husband, faster..."

Shan Meixian cried out loudly. Stimulated, Yuan Yueze thrust even more vigorously, the pleasurable sensation spreading throughout his body from his massive member. Yuan Yueze groaned, his thrusts becoming increasingly forceful, the point of their union producing a series of "slapping" sounds. Shan Meixian's abundant vaginal fluids dripped continuously in small streams, glistening, flowing down Yuan Yueze's inner thighs, finally leaving large, faint stains on the white sheets.

"Ugh!"

Shan Meixian's lovely eyebrows furrowed tightly, her slender arms clinging tightly to Yuan Yueze's neck, her head tilted back, her small mouth emitting a long, plaintive moan, as if she were nearing climax.

Yuan Yueze, full of vigor, felt her narrow jade cave begin to warm and contract, and he thrust even harder.

"Ah!"

After another close connection with Yuan Yueze, Shan Meixian suddenly let out a loud and high-pitched scream. Her slender arms and jade legs tightened simultaneously, and her head pressed tightly against Yuan Yueze's shoulder, as if trying to squeeze into his body, almost making him breathless. At the same time, her fragrant, sweat-drenched body began to spasm violently, and her vaginal opening suddenly tightened, a stream of vaginal fluid spraying onto the tip of Yuan Yueze's penis, clearly indicating that she had reached orgasm.

Yuan Yueze's body, refined by Yun Jizi, possessed extraordinary combat power. Although he felt the beauty of the woman's jade pot, he did not ejaculate.

After a shiver, Shan Meixian slowly calmed down, lying softly on her back. Her pretty face was radiant with pleasure as she murmured contentedly, "It feels so good."

Yuan Yueze carefully tucked her disheveled hair behind her ears, then kissed away the glistening beads of sweat on her forehead, softly saying, "From now on, Meixian can enjoy this wonderful feeling every day."

Shan Meixian gave him a charming glare, then said shyly, "A young lady can't do this when she's menstruating."

Yuan Yueze scratched his head and chuckled dryly.

Still feeling the firmness of the huge object inside her, Shan Meixian said, "My husband isn't satisfied yet. Let me serve you."

With that, she gently pushed, changing to a woman-on-top position.

Having opened her arms wide, and having grown up in the Demonic Sect, her understanding of matters between men and women far surpassed that of ordinary women. In this lotus-sitting position, Shan Meixian, mature and beautiful, possessed a captivatingly radiant body. Her jade-like face, brimming with spring-like vitality, and her fair, delicate skin swayed with her movements. Her snow-white, full breasts, her slender waist that seemed impossible to grasp, her flat, smooth abdomen, and the alluring mons pubis covered in thick, black pubic hair, slightly arched in an enticing curve, caused Yuan Yueze's enormous member to swell once more. His hands began to caress her alluring, voluptuous body with abandon.

Shan Meixian began to moan again. After several thrusts, perhaps exhausted, she leaned back, resting her white arms on the sheets, continuing her movements in a pose that would make anyone's nose bleed.

From Yuan Yueze's perspective, he saw her legs spread wide apart, and she couldn't help but extend her fingers to part the thick, glossy pubic hair. He could see her pink labia minora parted by the thick, long penis. As Shan Meixian moved, when the huge penis was fully inserted, her labia minora were also pushed slightly into the overflowing opening. When the huge penis was pulled out, her labia minora were parted to the sides, and the bright red tender buds inside her jade pot flesh cave were brought out. Yuan Yueze stretched out one hand, pressing on her clitoris, which made Shan Meixian, who was shaking her head wildly, moan even more urgently. Then, she used her fingers to forcefully spread her labia majora to the left and right, watching the long penis enter and exit the bright red flesh cave, bringing up splashes of lustful fluid. Yuan Yueze felt greatly stimulated. He suddenly lifted her up, holding her round buttocks, and brought her most mysterious and sacred place before his eyes, examining it closely. He parted her labia minora wide beneath the disheveled hair, revealing a slightly parted opening that was oozing hot steam and vaginal fluid. The internal structure was complex, with layers of deep red, tender flesh and clitoris clearly visible. Yuan Yueze impatiently lowered his head, burying it in her vulva, and used his tongue to part her labia, carefully licking the cleft.

The sudden loss of her sense of fulfillment caused Shan Meixian a surge of restlessness. Then, Yuan Yueze's hot breath sprayed directly onto her labia, his tongue swirling inside her, intensifying the sensation. She moaned, instinctively reaching for Yuan Yueze's magnificent, hot member. Turning her head, she saw the purplish-red glans covered in her own fluids, and her lust intensified. She immediately grasped his erect penis, taking the glans into her warm, moist mouth, her tongue circling it, her teeth occasionally nibbling lightly.

The two continued to moan and groan, Yuan Yueze feeling almost out of control. Suddenly, Shan Meixian's slender waist began to twist wildly, as if another climax was approaching.

With a sharp scream, Shan Meixian's legs tightened, reaching another climax, her vagina gushing forth a torrent of fluids that splashed onto Yuan Yueze's face and flowed down his chest.

She also sensed that Yuan Yueze was about to reach his climax, so after the initial pleasure, she immediately got up and kissed him, their tongues locked in a passionate kiss. After they separated, Yuan Yueze lovingly caressed her moist vulva beneath her pubic hair. Shan Meixian, holding his large member, covered in her saliva and vaginal fluid, brought it to her labia minora, gently rubbing it, and trembled as she asked, "Will my husband laugh at my wantonness?"

Yuan Yueze kissed her face tenderly, saying, "It's a serious matter between husband and wife; just open your heart. You are most genuine now, how could I laugh at you?"

Shan Meixian was overjoyed, feeling the large member in her hand suddenly throb and become even harder. She rubbed the glans against her tender, wet labia a few times, then aimed the large glans at her vaginal opening and forcefully sat down, swallowing Yuan Yueze's thick member whole.

The two began a new round of piston-like movements while seated. Shan Meixian wrapped her arms around Yuan Yueze's head, moaning incessantly and twisting her slender waist wildly to meet his powerful thrusts. Her entire jade cave overflowed again, her tender flesh gripping his massive member as if afraid of losing a treasure. Feeling the pleasure of her jade pot's tender flesh gripping him tightly, Yuan Yueze pressed his head against her full, firm breasts, kissing and sucking them incessantly, while one hand roughly squeezed her breasts until they were deformed. His other hand held Shan Meixian's buttocks, helping her move up and down to meet his frenzied thrusts. Lustful fluids continuously overflowed from Shan Meixian's jade pot, soaking a large area of the bed sheet.

The stimulation of intercourse brought them such intense excitement that their breathing grew heavier and heavier. After another climax, Shan Meixian was completely exhausted. Yuan Yueze felt he was about to explode. He rolled over, pinning her beneath him, his chest pressing against her breasts. Shan Meixian, breathing heavily, used her last bit of strength to hold him tightly. Her two full breasts instantly turned into fleshy pancakes, and she let out soft moans that even she couldn't understand. Yuan Yueze thrust wildly, desperately pushing his massive member deep into the depths of her body. "Splash," "splash," "slap," "slap"—the sounds of their fluids splattering, the penetration, the colliding of their bodies, the slight creaking of their teeth, and their wanton moans intertwined to create a symphony of intercourse.

After the beauty beneath him, already limp as mud, let out one last high-pitched yet melodious moan, the novice comrade finally surrendered his virginity. Completely exhausted, Shan Meixian was overwhelmed by the scalding heat and erupted once more. However, she couldn't even utter a sound, having fallen into a deep sleep.

Life essence merged into Shan Meixian's body, and a wondrous phenomenon occurred. As Yuan Yueze trembled with pleasure, the previously unconscious body of the beauty was enveloped in a faint, seven-colored light and slowly floated into the air. After his pleasure subsided, Yuan Yueze remembered that this might be the process his master had described—helping his wife refine her body. To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, he decided to keep a close eye on her. About an hour later, the seven-colored light gradually faded. Shan Meixian's body slowly returned to the bed. At

first glance, Yuan Yueze was startled; the change in the beauty was too drastic. He could hardly believe it. However, the beauty was now unconscious; he believed that when she woke up tomorrow morning, she would surely surprise everyone!

Holding the beauty in his arms, he tidied her disheveled hair, pulled the covers over her head, and drifted off to sleep...

The next day, the sun was high in the sky.

Shan Meixian finally opened her eyes, feeling strangely comfortable. She could sense the movements of everything within a hundred feet, her spirit seemingly returning to the youthful days of eighteen, her body as tender and vibrant as ever. Shaking her head, she looked back at the man holding her, a feeling of boundless happiness welling up inside her. She remembered fainting from her husband's vigorous thrusts last night. Thinking of that intimate moment, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"You...who are you? Why are you in my mother's room?"

The door was flung open, and Shan Wanjing rushed in, staring in surprise at the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar woman on the bed.

"Wanjing, what's wrong? It's me!"

Shan Meixian said, looking at her daughter with a puzzled expression, sitting up, her beautiful upper body exposed to the air.

"You...you are Mother?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Shan Wanjing exclaimed in surprise. Then, seeing the handsome man she had been longing for sleeping beside her mother, she no longer cared about her drastically changed mother. Bitter tears welled up in her eyes, and without saying a word, she turned and ran away.

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