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"Ah, Master really is something else, carving words on your face. I'll help you remove them later," Zhao Yang comforted, inhaling the fragrance of the Consort of Rain, unconsciously pulling her into his embrace.
The Consort of Rain was somewhat moved, touching the two characters "Purple Mist" on her face, and softly said, "I could have removed these two characters long ago, but this is the only thing he gave me, and I can't bear to part with it."
Hearing such sentimental words from the Consort of Rain made Zhao Yang shiver involuntarily, and he thought to himself, "Oh my god, what on earth attracts her to a monkey like me?"
"Slap!" A loud slap landed on his face, leaving Zhao Yang stunned as he covered his reddened cheek.
He looked at the Consort of Rain with resentment, cursing inwardly, "Is this spoiled woman really crazy? I'm so done with this; she's so unpredictable. If I don't leave soon, she'll drive me insane."
"What were you just doing?" the Consort of Rain pointed at Zhao Yang and questioned.
"What did I do?" Zhao Yang felt wronged.
"Why were you holding me? You rogue!" The Consort of Rain's innocent gaze turned teary.
"I can't believe this! You clearly dove into my arms! Come on, lady! Oh no, grandmother! Look at your age; I'm not even twenty yet! What kind of tofu are you trying to eat?" Zhao Yang shouted in his heart, feeling wronged but too scared to voice it. He had initially thought the Consort of Rain was a goddess but now realized she was a lunatic.
"And you actually got goosebumps just now! What does that mean?" The more she spoke, the angrier she became until her eyes turned red as she glared at Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang felt like crying and bitterly said, "What did I do to deserve this...?"
"I'm going to eat you!" The Consort of Rain declared as she lunged toward Zhao Yang. He screamed and turned to flee, but unfortunately, the door was locked. No matter what he did, he couldn't resist her power.
"Help!" Zhao Yang yelled while clinging to the door. "Someone's trying to assault me—"
His voice abruptly stopped as a series of urgent knocks echoed from outside.
"Master, are you inside?" A melodious voice came from outside. Upon hearing it, Zhao Yang knew it was Liu Rou who had arrived. Along with her were the esteemed Miao Yujie and a group of sisters from Falling Flower Valley. Yes, even though he had described Miao Yujie as an "Extinction Master" when entering Falling Flower Valley, now he felt that her presence was indeed dignified and respected—at least compared to the Consort of Rain.
With a creak, the door swung open, light flooding into the chamber and casting golden rays everywhere. The Consort of Rain sat upright in a high seat like a goddess—beautiful and imposing. She looked at Zhao Yang sprawled in Liu Rou's arms with a hint of confusion and cleared her throat before asking, "Zhao Yang, what happened to you?"
Zhao Yang was about to go crazy. If Liu Rou and the others had arrived just a moment later, he would have been crying like a rain-soaked pear blossom by now. He couldn't help but glance at the Consort of Rain, tightening his hold around Liu Rou's slender waist.
"Zhao Yang, you are being outrageous!" Miao Yujie shouted from the side, her voice firm. Zhao Yang's actions were far too inappropriate, especially in front of her and the Valley Master.
"Brother Zhao Yang, what's wrong with you?" Liu Rou asked with concern in her eyes.
Zhao Yang released his grip, casting a disdainful look at Miao Yujie before turning to the Consort of Rain, who sat high above like a goddess. "I ask for the Valley Master's blessing; Liu Rou and I are truly in love."
The Consort of Rain's expression became unnatural, and she nearly lost control of herself. Miao Yujie furrowed her brows and looked at the Consort of Rain, who appeared dejected. "Valley Master, what is troubling you?"
The Consort of Rain withdrew her flawless white jade-like hand into her sleeve, closing her eyes wearily. In a low voice, she said, "It's nothing. You may leave; I am tired."
"Yes!" Miao Yujie bowed and retreated. Zhao Yang looked at the Consort of Rain with a sense of loss. He had more to say but swallowed it back down. He took Liu Rou's hand and walked toward the Valley Master, finally freeing himself from the Consort of Rain's entanglement, feeling much lighter in spirit.
"Brother Zhao Yang, I'm so glad you're alive! I thought I would never see you again." Liu Rou suddenly hugged him from behind, as if afraid that letting go would mean losing him forever.
Zhao Yang turned around and pinched Liu Rou's delicate cheek playfully. "Ah, my little Rouer is so good to me! Have you missed me that much since we last met?"
Liu Rou wiped her tears and smiled through her sadness. "Brother Zhao Yang, take me away with you. I want to wander the world by your side."
"Oh? A little girl has dreams of wandering the world? How sweet!" Zhao Yang teased her with a playful glint in his eyes.
Liu Rou was unashamed; she had learned such words from her senior sisters. She hadn't expected to be teased by her own Brother Zhao Yang and immediately pouted as if about to cry.
Seeing Liu Rou like this, Zhao Yang hurriedly scooped her up into his arms like a baby, showering her with sweet words to cheer her up.
In the following days, Zhao Yang spent all his time with Liu Rou. They soared through the skies, fished in rivers, searched for spiritual treasures using Spirit Pearls, and picked some aged fruits. It had been a long time since Zhao Yang had felt such joy.
Liu Rou said, "Brother Zhao Yang, how wonderful it would be if we could stay together like this forever."
Zhao Yang didn't want to shatter Liu Rou's dreams. He held her close, kissed her repeatedly, and said, "One day, we will have a warm home and even have a daughter. Women are just like you—beautiful, kind, and fun."
"Ah? How are babies made?" Liu Rou, innocent to the ways of men and women, blushed deeply as she realized what she had just asked.
"I'll teach you. Come here," Zhao Yang said with a mischievous grin as he began to loosen his belt, his gaze fixed on Liu Rou.
Liu Rou's delicate hand caught Zhao Yang's wandering hand, and she shyly replied, "Brother Zhao Yang, you're so naughty! I don't want to have babies with you!"
Zhao Yang chuckled; he was only teasing Liu Rou. He knew how difficult the future would be. At that moment, cultivating was the most important thing. If they had a child now, it might lead to neglect in the future and cause regrets. Therefore, he intentionally controlled certain desires.
However, just as Zhao Yang and Liu Rou were enjoying their playful moment, a massive wave surged from the north. Zhao Yang frowned and summoned a half-dome shield to protect them. Even so, their hair was tousled by the wind. Soon after, the sound of bells echoed from within Falling Flower Valley.
"It's Master fighting someone! Let's go see!" Liu Rou exclaimed.
Zhao Yang nodded and took Liu Rou's hand as they flew toward the source of the commotion.
In mid-air, three feet above the ground, Consort of Rain was facing off against a figure. The person had a hunched back and wore a black robe. White hair cascaded down like a waterfall, obscuring her face. However, it was clear that she was old; her tightly wrinkled skin resembled the bark of an ancient tree. A dark cloud lingered behind her, and the surrounding vegetation had turned black, creating an eerie atmosphere.
"Hehehe, Consort of Rain truly deserves the title of the most extraordinary woman in the cultivation world for millennia. To remain unharmed under this old hag's grasp is quite impressive; it makes me feel like I've wasted eight hundred years," came an aging voice from the terrifying Old Crone.
Consort of Rain looked at the Old Crone with disdain and retorted playfully, "I thought it was someone important; turns out it's just the Western Ghost Matron. What’s wrong? With Divine Monkey ascending and Central Sovereign falling, do you think you can take advantage of the chaos? Just look at yourself—how old you've become! Do you really think you can rely on your age to give advice on ruling?"
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