"If only I were a few hundred years younger, perhaps..."
Qiu Min caressed her smooth face.
Though she was somewhat older,
her skincare routine was impeccable!
And she carried an even more refined charm, so why couldn't those blind fools come have a deep conversation with her?
If only Shen Biyao and the others would say the word,
she'd have followed them away in a heartbeat!
Qiu Min sighed deeply,
her heart filled with regret!
"I really want to follow him!"
The newly appointed sect leader, Holy Maiden Wangshu, watched Chu Long's retreating figure with slightly reddened eyes.
"You... mustn't entertain such dangerous thoughts!"
"Moreover, you've only met him once! How could such ridiculous ideas emerge?"
"Go! Enter seclusion immediately and sever these distracting thoughts!"
Qiu Min's heart skipped a beat.
The previous sect leader had just been whisked away,
and now the current one wanted to follow him too?
How could this be allowed?
What would become of their Valley of a Hundred Flowers' development?
but could only reluctantly depart.
Qiu Min overheard the elders whispering similar desires to follow Chu Long,
making her scalp tingle!
"That man must be poisonous!"
"One visit to our Valley and he's made everyone from top to bottom fall for him!"
"What kind of charm does he possess?"
They didn't know Chu Long's Yang Dragon Body held irresistible attraction for the opposite sex -
a fundamental yin-yang magnetism.
would instinctively feel
that only through yin-yang union with him could they achieve true fulfillment.
after leaving the Valley of a Hundred Flowers with Wen Ruyu and others, Chu Long took his women to visit their respective families before embarking on further travels.
"After centuries in seclusion, the world seems to hold new charms!"
Jiao Yueying smiled brightly.
They had left the six domains under Chu family control,
venturing into the Mortal Realm's vast expanses.
"Indeed! Previously, limited by our strength, we rarely traveled. But the scenery beyond is truly remarkable!"
They had arrived at Nine Saints City,
the largest metropolis in Tianluo Domain,
renowned for producing nine Martial Saints simultaneously during its golden age.
their group attracted far too much attention.
As their cultivation advanced,
both men and women's appearances evolved toward their ideal forms,
resulting in Shen Biyao and others possessing peerless beauty
and an innate nobility no ordinary woman could match,
instantly igniting others' desire to conquer them.
"Where did these stunning beauties come from?"
As Chu Long's group walked the streets,
every eye turned toward them.
a burly figure descended from above
like a meteorite landing before Chu Long's group,
A muscular, bearded middle-aged man stood before them.
"Fair maidens, my Holy Son requests your presence!"
The man boomed, gazing at Shen Biyao and others,
then glancing upward.
they saw a handsome youth holding a wine cup on the rooftop,
smiling down at them.
When Shen Biyao looked up,
Fuming's smile widened.
Raising his cup, he proclaimed loudly:
"I am Fuming, Holy Son of Great Luo Sacred Ground, inviting you fair ladies to share a drink!"
The crowd that had been ogling the beauties
trembled at "Great Luo Sacred Ground,"
hastily averting their gazes.
women caught by the Holy Son's eye
were beyond their reach,
with consequences too severe to bear.
"What a pity! Such beauties falling into his hands - it pains my heart!"
"Sigh, who can oppose Great Luo Sacred Ground? The Tianluo Domain's overlords, with multiple Saints guarding their sect!"
"Such exquisite beauties... I've heard women played with by Holy Son Fuming never survive long—"
"Silence! You dare speak such words? Get away from me! I want no part of this!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth
than a fist flash erupted,
the martial artist's head exploding under the bearded man's strike.
"Hmph! How dare you insects slander the Holy Son?"
The bearded man glared coldly,
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"Ladies, come! Being chosen by our Holy Son is an honor!"
Shen Biyao's phoenix eyes narrowed as she coldly rebuked.
They'd encountered such situations frequently during their travels.
"Hmph! You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
his massive hand shooting forth like a beast's claw toward the women.
If persuasion failed,
The outcome remained the same once they reached the Holy Son's bed.
Five fingers extended,
radiant light erupted,
the very heavens trembling
as the claw sought to seize them all.
flicking his folding fan.
A mighty force descended like crashing waves,
hammering the brute's chest.
The man flew backward like a cannonball,
smashing through street-side pavilions
in a cascade of collapsing structures.
the crowd gasped in shock!
"Disaster! He dared strike the Holy Son's follower! Flee - danger approaches!"
Like startled birds, the onlookers scattered.
Fuming, previously lounging atop the building,
now stood cold-faced before Chu Long.
"Brat, who are you? Daring to strike my men!"
wrapping an arm around Shen Biyao's slender waist:
"Are you blind? Can't see I'm their husband?"
Fuming's eyes narrowed to slits,
fists clenching until his knuckles whitened.
How dare another man touch that delicate waist?
He felt like watching a wild boar trampling his precious cabbage,
his breath turning ragged with rage.
"Impossible! How could trash like you be their husband?"
Each woman exuded noble bearing,
clearly not commoners
but likely from powerful backgrounds.
"May I ask your honored sect's name?"
Fuming forced himself to ask calmly.
"Just an insignificant little family, not worth mentioning."
Chu Long waved dismissively.
Fuming struck decisively.
had ever escaped his grasp!
A palm thrust forward,
dazzling light erupting,
terrifying aura exploding from his body.
Though only a Martial Emperor,
he unleashed Martial Venerable-level power.
"Oh? A special constitution bearer?"
"No wonder his combat prowess is extraordinary!"
Chu Long noticed a blue diamond mark glowing on Fuming's forehead as he attacked.
Piercing cold permeated the surroundings,
freezing nearby pavilions into ice sculptures instantly.