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A gentle kiss was pressed on Ling Xingyao's forehead, and Li Xiaonan's body went limp, sliding down as if about to kiss the ground. Suddenly, Qing An rushed in from nowhere and caught Li Xiaonan in his arms.
Yun Moyu rolled his eyes, disdainfully saying, "Tch! A dragon-loving freak!"
Though his voice was soft, it still reached Qing An's ears.
He tightened his grip around Li Xiaonan, a vibrant red creeping up from his cheeks to the roots of his ears.
"Ahem!" He cleared his throat, pretending he hadn't heard anything, and climbed onto Nine Phoenix's back while still holding Li Xiaonan.
Li Xiaonan smacked his lips and wrapped his arms around Qing An's waist, rolling over to rest his head on his thigh, continuing to sleep soundly, completely unaware that a group of girls was glaring at him with murderous intent.
Ling Xingyao wore a pained expression; the boss was far too calm. How could one just sleep like that? Sigh... When will I be able to be like the boss, carefree yet attentive?
In the blink of an eye, Nine Phoenix had flown over a vast expanse of Purple Bamboo Forest and was approaching Qingyu City.
"Ling Xingyao, you’ll carry Xiao Nan to Qinghua Palace later," Yun Moyu said, staring intently at Qing An.
"Huh?" Ling Xingyao gaped, still processing what was said.
Li Xiaonan, resting on Qing An's lap, lazily remarked, "Ling Xingyao needs to take his medicine!" With that, he tossed a pill into Ling Xingyao's mouth. The latter quickly closed his mouth and swallowed it down, hastily circulating his energy to dissolve the pill.
Li Xiaonan rubbed his eyes and sent out a strand of consciousness over Qingyu City. He chuckled foolishly and said, "They've arrived. Little Year, go have Qingjing arrange things so they can rest for three days. I also want to get a good sleep!"
He stretched widely, one hand wrapping around Yun Moyu's slender waist while the other embraced Ling Kui's fragrant shoulder. With a raised eyebrow, he suggested, "Tonight... let’s have Three Yangs Opening to Prosperity!"
Yun Moyu puffed her cheeks and huffed, "You go deal with Qing An!"
Li Xiaonan's mouth twitched as he stared blankly at Qing An, who was blushing and looking down. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he chuckled foolishly, "Honest one, come to my room later. I have something to tell you."
"You!" Yun Moyu, in a fit of anger, slapped Li Xiaonan on the head. Immediately, she covered her hand in pain, exclaiming, "Ouch..."
Li Xiaonan was startled and quickly grabbed her hand, gently blowing on it. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? If you're going to hit me in the future, at least give me a heads-up."
Tears welled up in Yun Moyu's eyes. "Do I need to notify you before hitting you? Hmph!" She pulled her hand back and fell silent.
"Whoosh..."
Just when she was waiting for Li Xiaonan to comfort her, a snoring sound came from behind.
"You!" Yun Moyu angrily directed her frustration at the Nine Phoenix beneath her feet, delivering a swift kick that nearly left its fur bald.
Amidst the commotion, the group quietly returned to Qingyu City. Li Xiaonan slept soundly and did not wake up until three days later.
Lu Nishang sat on top of him, playing with his face and pinching it into various silly shapes. She sighed, "Brother Xiaonan still hasn't woken up? Do you think something's wrong with him?"
Li Xiaonan suddenly sat up like a corpse coming back to life, catching Lu Nishang as she leaned backward. He laughed, "What could possibly be wrong?"
Strange? Was I really asleep or awake?
He closed his eyes to check his body; everything felt normal.
The consciousness reached out towards the Spirit Platform, and Li Xiaonan was astonished to discover that a green sprout had actually grown in mid-air. The previously scattered silver light spots were now orderly surrounding the two tender leaves.
What is this thing? Is my mind going haywire?
He moved his consciousness to poke at the sprout, and a wave of powerless fatigue washed over him.
Could it be because of this thing that I've been feeling so sleepy?
“Xiao Nan, are you okay?” Ling Kui asked, noticing his unusual expression.
Li Xiaonan smiled and shook his head. “I’m fine! I might just be a bit tired from the past few days. Let’s go; the folks from Crimson Cloud Sect must be waiting anxiously.”
In Zhaoyang Palace of Qingyu City, Hong Ci frowned and said, “Your father has already agreed to this marriage; why don’t you trust us?”
Qingjing Year smiled lightly. “Senior, you jest. Jingnian would never doubt you; it’s just that my father is still away on a journey and hasn’t returned yet. Such an important matter as marriage naturally requires his presence.”
“Alright! I can wait another three days at most!”
Li Xiaonan concealed the aura of his group with the Soul Ring and quietly hid in a side hall. The Crimson Cloud Sect was acting strangely; why would they lower themselves so much to marry into a mortal kingdom?
Moreover, they had sent two Major Ascension experts, one Tribulation Stage and one Scattered Immortal, to facilitate this matter. It didn’t make sense—did they have other ulterior motives?
Never mind; Qingyu City is my territory now. There’s no way I’m letting go of what I’ve already taken.
He nudged Qing Yu Year beside him, signaling with a glance.
He adjusted his clothes and slipped out through the back door.
“Supreme Emperor has arrived!” announced a eunuch in a light tone.
Qingjing Year smiled slightly, “No need to keep the seniors waiting; my father has returned.”
As Qing Yu Year stepped into the main hall, Hong Ci was startled, slamming his palm down on the chair beneath him, causing it to shatter as he stood up abruptly. “Cultivator? You are Qing Yu Year!”
Qing Yu Year was taken aback and bowed respectfully, “I am indeed Qing Yu Year. May I ask who you are, senior?”
“We are from Crimson Cloud Sect. Do you remember what happened five years ago?”
“Ah! Esteemed ones! Qing Yu Year pays respects to all of you. I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival. I wonder if Jingnian has treated you well? I truly apologize for not welcoming you properly.” He bowed again after speaking.
Li Xiaonan covered her mouth, genuinely worried she might burst out laughing. This kid's acting was superb; no wonder he had survived in the Imperial Royal court for so many years.
Hong Ci waved his hand dismissively, “No need for such formalities. We are here to fulfill the promise of marriage.”
Qing Yu Year looked pleasantly surprised, “That’s wonderful! Thank you, senior!”
“Then let’s hold the wedding for your son and my disciple from Crimson Cloud Sect in two days!”
“That’s fantastic!” Qing Yu Year exclaimed, escorting everyone back to Yilan Courtyard to rest.
Ling Xingyao couldn’t help but furrow his brow. “Boss, what’s going on with Little Year?”
Li Xiaonan flicked his forehead, saying, "You fool, are you in love or what? Is Little Year someone you call? You should be calling me 'father'!"
Ling Xingyao was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly understood and murmured, "Little Year is really impressive..."
"Hehe, what’s so impressive about me? It’s my master who’s impressive! All these ideas are his!" Qing Yu Year slipped out of Zhaoyang Palace and then sneaked back in from the side hall.
Li Xiaonan patted Qing Yu Year on the shoulder. "It’s best to kill without shedding blood! If we confront them directly, it will definitely be a tough battle. Besides, the people from Crimson Cloud Sect haven’t verified which son it is, right? If you can think of a way, don’t resort to violence. Fighting is the most direct but also the dumbest method."
Ling Xingyao scratched his face. "Big brother, what about three days from now? Once the wedding takes place, won’t everything be exposed?"
A sinister smile crept onto Li Xiaonan's lips. Three days is enough time to accomplish many things!
Three days later, the wedding was held as scheduled. Ming Ruoyun wore a phoenix crown and a cloud veil, dressed beautifully in feathered garments. However, her once gentle and lively face now wore a stiff expression.
Only when something is lost do we realize how deep love can be.
In her mind, dreams, and heart, there was only one person—Ling Xingyao. That smile, brighter than sunlight, pierced through the gloom above her head and spread warmth into her heart.
She self-deprecatingly gazed ahead; how could a mere pearl curtain block the eyes of a cultivator?
How could I be so foolish? How could I mistake Qingjing Year for Ling Xingyao? I wonder where he is now; is he doing something foolish?
"Why are you here, you little rascal!"
Ling Xingyao grabbed the dazed Ming Ruoyun and laughed heartily. "Why wouldn’t it be me? I’m Qing Yu Year’s son; didn’t you know? Well, actually, I didn’t know at first either!"
Hong Ci clenched his fists, his nostrils flaring with rage, reaching a boiling point, and the three other Cultivators behind him mirrored his fury.
“Damn it! Qing Yu Year, get out here!”
Li Xiaonan swaggered forward with a wide stance, “Hey there! What do you want with my disciple?”
“It’s you! Again!”
“Why can’t it be me? I told you long ago, they’re all my people, but you just wouldn’t listen!” Li Xiaonan casually dug at his ear with his slender pinky and blew lightly at Hong Ci.
Hong Ci stepped back in disdain. “I’m going to kill you!”
Li Xiaonan rolled his eyes. “Oh come on! You’re even speaking in dialect now!”
He shouted, “Father-in-law, let’s go!”
In terms of strength, he could take on any one of the four alone, but the remaining three could easily wipe out his entire family. Fortunately, he still had an ace up his sleeve: a Dragon Immortal at the early stage of Golden Immortal.
Three days was enough time for Li Xiaonan to help the Spirit Weapon merge into a new form. How would he do it? Naturally, with Obedient Dragon II!
The Harmony Technique never specified that it could only be used between a man and a woman; same-sex pairings were also possible. Although Li Xiaonan found it somewhat distasteful, with a great battle looming, sacrifices were inevitable.
Currently, the Spirit Weapon was facing off against a Third-Stage Loose Immortal. He would take on one at the Great Ascension stage while Dai Lizi dealt with another at the same level. The remaining Hong Ci would be handled by An Quan Tao leading everyone else; if he didn’t fight back, he wouldn’t even recognize his own mother.
A sinister smile flickered across Li Xiaonan's lips. “Let’s raid them! Remember to strike quickly and decisively; don’t give them any chance to call for reinforcements!”
"Ah!" Ling Xingyao shouted, wielding the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle that Li Xiaonan had newly refined, shooting it towards Hong Ci with a whoosh.
In an instant, one corner of Qingyu City Palace erupted into chaos. Li Xiaonan had been well-prepared; he had spent thousands of High-Quality Spirit Stones to set up a Shielding Formation and the Xuanwu Star Illusion Array. To outsiders, this place appeared to be a scene of revelry and peace.
Among the four members of the Crimson Cloud Sect, the first to face misfortune was Third-Stage Loose Immortal Amuzi. Despite his usual gentle demeanor, tending to flowers and weeding with a caring attitude, he turned into a complete madman when it came to fighting.
His immortal sword had long been rendered useless, and now he was engaging in a lively brawl with Amuzi, barehanded.
"Hahaha! Come on, kid!"
Amuzi could only suffer in silence, "What the hell!" He wielded Golden Needles as projectiles, launching them one after another in a chain towards the Spirit Weapon.
"Haha! You're such a coward!" The Spirit Weapon twisted its body and transformed into a dragon form. With a sweep of its tail, it brushed away the incoming Golden Needles.
Li Xiaonan nodded, muttering to himself, "That really is the Azure Dragon Tail Sweep."
"Hey! Your opponent is me! Why are you looking elsewhere?" Hong Yu shouted angrily, slightly plump in stature.
"Heh heh, my apologies," Li Xiaonan replied as he floated in mid-air and fell into a drunken slumber like Rohan.
"You dare to underestimate me! I'll kill you!" Hong Yu charged forward with his golden spear.
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