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Within the Celestial Palace of the Sky, a magnificent room adorned with ancient decorations glimmered in gold and jade. The faint scent of sandalwood wafted through the air, pleasant yet unable to compete with the alluring fragrance of the beautiful woman beside him. On a grand bed crafted from gilded white jade, two bodies lay intertwined, limbs tangled together in a lazy embrace. The pristine sheets bore clear evidence of their passionate encounter, stained with deep crimson. Scattered across the floor were various articles of clothing: white robes, sheer garments, and pink undergarments, along with ribbons strewn about.
Ye Fan inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating aroma. "Hmm, it smells wonderful!" he mused. "This is... a feeling I haven't experienced in a long time!" Suddenly, he raised his hand and grasped something soft and smooth. As he gently kneaded it, it felt delicate and warm to the touch. The grand bed seemed to sway slightly beneath them as their playful battle reignited, each taking turns in their passionate exchange.
After a long while, their fervor subsided. Ye Fan took a deep breath before rising to gather his scattered clothes from the floor and put them on. Meanwhile, Wuma Xian'er remained on the bed, her breath light and her complexion flushed with a hint of red. Her eyes sparkled with seduction, and every inch of her skin glistened as if nourished by dew. There was no anger on her face for Ye Fan's earlier actions; instead, she wore a sly smile of satisfaction, reveling in her victory as she became Ye Fan's first woman.
However, as she reflected on how this situation had come to be, a flicker of indignation crossed her features. She bit her lip in frustration; if not for Wuma Changkong being her father, she would have wanted to confront him about this predicament. Others might have been at fault for their misfortunes, but in her case, it felt as though she had been wronged by her own father! Yet now that the deed was done, it was too late to change anything.
Once dressed, Ye Fan noticed that Wuma Xian'er had awakened and was gazing at him with sultry eyes. He couldn't help but take a deep breath as he looked at her. It was undeniable that Wuma Xian'er possessed an exquisite figure—curves in all the right places and long legs that seemed to go on forever. Her luscious lips were enticingly red, making it hard for him to resist wanting to kiss them.
Yet there were things Ye Fan felt he needed to clarify. Looking into Wuma Xianer's eyes, he awkwardly explained, "Sister Xian'er, you must remember your condition earlier! I did what I had to do to save you... please don't hold it against me!"
At his words, the seductive gleam in Wuma Xianer's eyes vanished instantly as she looked at him with a hint of reproach. "So what you're saying is that this wasn't your choice?"
Realizing she misunderstood his intent, Ye Fan quickly clarified, "Of course not! You are so beautiful that I have always desired you. But when I was younger, my circumstances didn't allow for it. Now I've spent most of my time in seclusion and couldn't act upon my feelings!"
"I waited all this time; how could I not be willing?" he added earnestly. "It should be said that this is what I've long dreamed of."
Everyone knows how to sweet-talk; women especially seem to enjoy it. Hearing Ye Fan's words made Wuma Xian'er giggle despite knowing he was mostly exaggerating. "Well then," she said playfully, "now that I'm yours, you must take responsibility for me!"
Ye Fan was not one to shy away from such responsibilities; he understood Wuma Xianer's feelings well. He nodded seriously at her and replied, "Of course." However, a question lingered in his mind. "By the way, Sister Xian'er, who could have possibly kidnapped you and left you here with such... poison?"
Wuma Xian'er paused at his question and glanced at him awkwardly before responding. "Do you believe it was my father who did this?"
"Your father?" Ye Fan was taken aback as realization dawned on him regarding Wuma Changkong's unusual behavior. "So this was all part of his scheme..."
Noticing the change in Wuma Xianer's expression, Ye Fan quickly added earnestly, "But it's fine! I like this scheme; I'm more than willing to be part of it! Truly wonderful!"
Wuma Xian'er smiled enchantingly at his words; they pleased her greatly. She stood up from the bed intending to dress but stumbled slightly as her legs felt weak beneath her.
"Why did you go so hard? You've worn me out!" she pouted playfully.
"Come on! Sister Xian'er, can we not do this?" Ye Fan exclaimed inwardly as he realized they might end up battling again if they continued this way.
Seeing Wuma Xianer's current state made it clear she couldn't handle another round either. Without hesitation, Ye Fan rushed over to help her pick up her clothes from the floor and assisted her back onto the bed before helping her dress completely.
After resting for a moment and regaining some strength, Ye Fan helped Wuma Xian'er out of the Celestial Palace of the Sky. The effects of their earlier encounter had faded completely by now.
As they stepped outside together under Ye Fan's support, he tore through the restriction set by Wuma Changkong with ease. Their figures appeared side by side before him.
Wuma Changkong stood waiting at a distance; upon seeing Ye Fan and Wuma Xian'er emerge together, a pleased expression crossed his face as he swiftly approached them.
With an unabashed grin on his face and eyes darting between Ye Fan and Wuma Xian'er, he remarked jovially, "Kid! Now that you've cooked your rice together with my daughter—when are you planning to marry her?"
Even Wuma Xian'er felt embarrassed by her father's shamelessness upon hearing those words.
Ye Fan could only respond with exasperation; however true it may be that they had crossed that line already—after all, they had made an engagement when he first arrived at Supreme Demon Sect—he felt it necessary to give Wuma Xian'er an identity.
After pondering briefly, he replied cautiously: "As long as Sister Xian'er agrees, I have no objections; whenever you decide is fine by me." He hesitated before adding thoughtfully: "But..."
"But what? Are you trying to back out now?" Wuma Changkong interjected sharply.
"That's not what I meant," Ye Fan shook his head quickly. "You both can probably sense that my ascension to Upper Realm is approaching soon; after marrying Sister Xian'er... I might ascend shortly thereafter."
"Oh! So that's what you're worried about!" Wuma Changkong waved dismissively. "No worries! Didn't you offend Suspended King Sword Sect? If you're going up there anyway—might as well lay down some groundwork first!"
Ye Fan could only stare blankly at him.
Wuma Xian'er shared his disbelief; did they really need to be so blunt?
Looking between the equally perplexed expressions on their faces—one filled with shamelessness while the other wore confusion—Ye Fan felt like they were being used as pawns in someone else's game.
Of course, this was just banter from Wuma Changkong; nonetheless, it echoed Ye Fan's own thoughts regarding his plans for ascension.
He knew that only after establishing himself in Upper Realm would those around him—including members of Ye Family—be safe once they followed suit.
"Suspended King Sword Sect?" Ye Fan's eyes glinted dangerously.
"I hope you all know better than to make enemies out of me," he warned ominously. "Otherwise—even if you're Dominant Force in Upper Realm—I will ensure your foundations crumble like those from Lower Realm."
Thus assuredly addressing both Wuma Xian'er and Wuma Changkong directly: "Rest assured! When I ascend Upper Realm—I will clear all obstacles for you both when your time comes."
"Good! Good! I believe you," Wuma Changkong said heartily while patting Ye Fan's shoulder firmly twice—a gesture clearly showing satisfaction with his response.
He trusted that Ye Fan wouldn't let them down; given his rapid growth rate—even Dominant Forces from Upper Realm would think twice before provoking him.
In Wuma Changkong's view—as long as they allowed Ye Fan some time for growth—he would become someone capable of challenging anything or anyone without fear.
Meanwhile, Wuma Xian'er felt a twinge of worry for Ye Fan—not because she doubted him—but because she knew how perilous their journey ahead would be.
"Master," Ye Fan began cautiously while glancing at Wuma Changkong’s hand resting heavily on his shoulder—wondering if perhaps he'd gotten ahead of himself considering they hadn't even married yet!
"What? Is there something wrong? Just because you've slept with my precious daughter means I can't pat your shoulder?"
"Alright! Of course!" Ye Fan relented quickly while suppressing laughter at how bold Wuma Changkong truly was!
Wuma Xian'er shot an incredulous glare at her father before retorting sharply: "Stop calling me your precious daughter! Call whoever else you want—I don't want anything to do with you!"
With that said she linked arms with Ye Fan and added softly: “Let’s go home; ignore him!”
Ye Fan nodded vigorously in agreement—not wanting any further interaction—and together they transformed into streaks of light racing toward Heavenly River Mansion.
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