Boom. A deafening blast rang out, and dazzling fireworks bloomed across the sky.
The three of them instinctively looked up, and the perfect scene entered their eyes.
Lan Yingying turned to Nan Xuan and asked, "Nan Xuan, do you think I still have a choice now?"
Nan Xuan did not understand what she meant and said nothing.
"Perhaps from the day I chose to become your soul ring, I no longer had a choice."
This time, Nan Xuan understood.
"It's not that you have no choice. You simply have a better choice now. You have to believe that there are still people in this world worth caring about." Nan Xuan wiped the tears from the corner of Lan Yingying's eyes and comforted her.
"Mm." Lan Yingying answered softly.
Liu Mumu, standing nearby, did not interrupt them. She felt that her matchmaking plan was about to succeed.
Lan Yingying suddenly wrapped her arms around Nan Xuan's waist, rose onto her tiptoes, and gently kissed his lips.
"Ooh." Watching the scene, Liu Mumu excitedly pulled out her Network Card and recorded it.
Nan Xuan felt the warmth of Lan Yingying's soft lips, and he could no longer suppress the desire in his heart.
After feeling his response, Lan Yingying hugged him tightly. She was afraid that her sudden boldness would disgust Nan Xuan, leaving her with no room to retreat.
After a long while, their lips finally parted.
"You actually didn't need to do this. You'll always have a choice with me." Nan Xuan felt that he had already guessed what she was thinking.
Nan Xuan had never truly restricted her. Other than telling her not to expose her identity a few years ago, he had imposed almost no other limits.
"I know. I'm your soul ring, and I can feel your feelings. That's why I have my own choice too, and this is my choice." Lan Yingying rested her head against Nan Xuan's chest and spoke calmly.
Through the soul ring last night, Lan Yingying had learned of Nan Xuan's deepest thoughts. Although it was embarrassing, it was enough to prove that this man loved her even more. Besides, she felt that getting along as his woman in the future would be more harmonious.
Nan Xuan held the person in his arms tighter and could only sigh. "Tang Hao, you don't deserve her."
Holding Lan Yingying, Nan Xuan formed a tide with his Soul Power, wrapping both her and Liu Mumu beside them within it as they flew toward his room.
Liu Mumu was a little dumbfounded. If you two wanted to fool around, then go ahead. Why drag me along? I don't mind, but that doesn't mean I like giving myself away for free.
Back on the large white bed in the room, Nan Xuan looked at Lan Yingying so close before him and suddenly felt that the air around him had grown a little hot.
Perhaps Lan Yingying understood Nan Xuan's predicament. She gently unfastened his outer robe and slowly...
Looking at his body, Lan Yingying's face flushed crimson.
Nan Xuan looked at the girl beneath him and said with a smile, "You still know how to do it, right?"
"You're awful." Lan Yingying gave a coquettish snort. How could he say something like that out loud?
Liu Mumu stared blankly at the two of them from the side.
"How about we tease Mumu first?" Nan Xuan looked at the twin-tailed girl beside him, a wicked smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
Liu Mumu nervously covered her chest. Nan Xuan braced one hand against her shoulder and said with a mischievous grin, "Scholar Liu, shouldn't you demonstrate what you've learned?"
Liu Mumu felt Nan Xuan's hand brush over her thigh.
"But... I haven't learned that either." Liu Mumu stammered.
"Oh? Then what have you learned? Is the field not to your taste, or are you lacking a life mentor?" Nan Xuan pressed his face close to hers and whispered softly.
Liu Mumu felt that he was so annoying. She had already stripped herself bare. He could do whatever he wanted, so why did he have to make her answer questions?
"Yingying, what do you think Mumu is lacking?" Nan Xuan looked toward Lan Yingying beside him and smiled.
"Hehe, I think she's still lacking a good teacher." Lan Yingying answered for Liu Mumu.
Liu Mumu's heart raced as she turned to Lan Yingying for help.
Early the next morning, Nan Xuan lay on the bed, looking at the women at his left and right. Then he tugged them closer and hugged them even tighter.
Lying beside Nan Xuan, Lan Yingying said shyly, "How long are you planning to lie here? Time to get up. Didn't you say we were going to demand an explanation from Chen Gao today?"
Nan Xuan was forced to climb out of his haven of warmth. He gently kissed both women on their foreheads before going to wash up.
Lan Yingying looked at her good sister with a grin and said softly, "Stop pretending to sleep. That guy has gone to wash up."
"Really?" Liu Mumu opened her eyes and slowly poked her head out from beneath the blanket.
"Why did that guy do that last night? It was so embarrassing." Liu Mumu spoke with shame and indignation.
"Oh, men these days like this sort of thing. The tricks they play will only increase, never decrease. Luckily, you aren't alone. Besides the two of us, there's also Pope Bibi Dong. Otherwise, you'd really have a hard time." Blushing, Lan Yingying reached over and grabbed at Liu Mumu's body.
"Hmph. If it weren't for you, how would I have given myself away for free? Aah!" Thinking about what had happened last night, Liu Mumu found it utterly absurd.
"We're good sisters. Shouldn't we share both blessings and hardships?" Lan Yingying looked at her with a smile.
"Tch." Liu Mumu was not buying that.
After Nan Xuan finished getting ready, the two women slowly went to the washroom to freshen up before following him into the kitchen.
After everyone finished lunch, Nan Xuan asked Yang Fei how the handover work was going.
Yang Fei smiled. "We can set out now."
Since Yang Fei had said so, Nan Xuan did not hesitate. They boarded the carriages and set off.
This time, their group had grown again. What had originally been two carriages had now become four.
After the Breaking Clan left the Clear Sky Sect, they ended up in a city within the Star Luo Empire. Through Nan Xuan's big-data investigation, their city was quickly located. It was not far from their current position, only three or four days away by carriage.
Several days later, the carriages stopped outside a rather unremarkable small city wall.
"This is the Breaking Clan's residence," Nan Xuan said.
Upon hearing that, Chen Gao was the first to jump down from the carriage and release his Soul Power. Shi Qiaoyue also got down and followed behind him.
Before long, a figure leaped out. Eight soul rings lit up around him, and he held a Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand. He was clearly Yang Wudi, the clan chief.
"I wonder which senior has arrived at the Breaking Clan's residence. If we have offended you in any way, please forgive us. I, Yang Wudi, offer my apologies first." Yang Wudi did not see the other party's face, but he could sense that this Soul Power pressure far exceeded his own.
As soon as Yang Wudi finished speaking, the clan elders behind him emerged as well, each staring ahead.
Chen Gao's gaze locked onto one of the elders, Yang Wuchen.
Everyone followed Chen Gao's gaze and asked in confusion, "May I ask, my lord, why do you keep looking at one of our clan elders?"
Chen Gao said nothing. Instead, he summoned his martial soul, the Soul-Eater Spear. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—nine soul rings appeared around it.
The moment Yang Wudi saw Chen Gao's martial soul, he knew that this matter would not be simple.
Sure enough, before long, matters became just as complicated as he had expected.
"You are... Gao'er?" Yang Wuchen asked cautiously.
"Yang Wuchen, I never expected you to still remember me." Chen Gao sneered.
After hearing those few simple lines and looking at their martial souls and appearances, everyone understood the general situation.
"So this time, you've come to seek justice?" Yang Wuchen was a decisive man. Otherwise, he would not have abandoned the mother and son so readily back then.
"Yes." Chen Gao spat out the word coldly. He hated the other man's indifferent, decisive attitude.
"Then fine. Do it." Yang Wuchen knew he could not escape this ordeal, so he chose not to run.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Chen Gao slowly approached Yang Wuchen and kicked him in the stomach.
"This kick is for my mother. Back then, when she begged you not to leave, you kicked her just like this." Chen Gao did not use Soul Power. Relying solely on brute strength, he sent Yang Wuchen flying into the city wall.
Yang Wuchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up again.
Chen Gao looked at him. His figure flashed, and he kicked Yang Wuchen to the ground.
Then, stepping on the back of Yang Wuchen's hand, he said coldly, "Back then, I begged you while lying on the ground just like this. I had only awakened my martial soul then. I thought that since both your martial soul and mine were spears, you would be happy."
"Who knew that you would not even spare me another glance? Just because my martial soul did not come with an innate soul ring, you considered it a useless martial soul."
Shi Qiaoyue's eyes had already reddened. Chen Gao had never told her about these things, clearly because he did not want her to worry.
"Hahaha, but after you left, I despairingly tested my Innate Soul Power. Level nine. A mutated martial soul, the Soul-Eater Spear. Then, by good fortune, I encountered a benefactor who helped me. I, Chen Gao, became a Rank 95 Title Douluo at thirty years old."
After Chen Gao said that, his entire aura burst forth.
When the Breaking Clan elders heard that the man before them was only thirty years old and already a Rank 95 Title Douluo, they all turned their eyes toward Yang Wuchen. In an instant, Yang Wuchen became the sinner of the ages.
Chen Gao watched Yang Wuchen remain silent, his eyes filled with regret and disbelief, and felt disgusted.
Nan Xuan watched the scene from inside the carriage without making any demands of Chen Gao. This was Chen Gao's own family matter.
"Why are you only showing that expression now? Do you know that seeing that expression makes me sick?" Chen Gao grabbed Yang Wuchen by the collar, lifted him entirely off the ground, and punched him in the chest.
"Urgh, pfft." Yang Wuchen sprawled on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
To be honest, Chen Gao truly could not bring himself to strike any further. There was still a trace of resistance in his heart, because this man was his father. Even if they no longer had a relationship now, he could not bring himself to kill him.
After seeing that Chen Gao did not continue attacking, Yang Wudi walked over and said, "Your Excellency, since you've finished teaching him a lesson, how about becoming an honored elder of our clan for the sake of your bloodline and martial soul?"
Yang Wudi had cast aside all dignity. Such a young Title Douluo, with half the bloodline of their clan flowing through him—how could that not tempt him?
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