Die Comes to Visit (Part 1)!

As night fell, the master bedroom of Nebula Manor shed the lively clamor of the day, leaving only a room full of mellow warmth and gentle quiet.

After dozens of days and nights of ceaseless slaughter and battle in the Star Realm, with life and death stretched taut, Lu Yuan's mind had remained under extreme pressure and vigilance the entire time.

Flashes of blades and shadows of swords, thunderstorms and icebound wastelands, ferocious beasts roaring, life and death hanging by a thread—that cold, cruel dead end had left him unable to relax in the slightest at any moment, his nerves drawn tight as a bowstring, not daring to loosen for even an instant.

And now, having returned to the gentle homeland that belonged to him, inside a bedroom filled with warmth and bonds, beside him were the beloved women he had longed for with all his heart, who had waited for him day and night.

The heartstring that had hung suspended for so long finally loosened completely at this moment, finally settled back to earth.

Martial cultivation required both tension and release.

After tension pushed to the extreme came relaxation pushed to the extreme.

Only by combining work and rest, by balancing slackness and tightness, could the path of the Dao stretch long and steady, could one walk far with firm steps. This was the true great path of cultivation.

All the longing from their long separation blended together, and the long wait found its complete fulfillment in this moment.

The room was tender and lingering, the years peaceful, the night long. All his exhaustion, all the vicious aura of slaughter, all the wind and frost of the Star Realm slowly melted away within his wives' warmth until nothing remained.

Soon, waves of amorous sounds came from inside the room.