698: Senior brother, was your trip successful?

“Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother!” Han Yun’s pretty face flushed with excitement, her beautiful eyes sparkling with brilliance as she bowed deeply.

“Han Yun... understands!” Looking at Yao Delong, her gaze held more than just awe; it contained an indescribable gratitude and... closeness.

Yao Delong’s gentle smile, profound knowledge, and unreserved guidance were like a warm current,

quietly melting the icy wall in her heart built by the gap in their statuses.

The two were already old acquaintances and had shared a life-and-death rescue. Now, this subtle, ambiguous sentiment

quietly sprouted through repeated instances of “consulting” and “resolving doubts.” In the following days, Han Yun would always “incidentally” appear near Yao Delong,

asking questions of varying depth, her gaze lingering on him with the shyness and admiration unique to a young girl.

A few days later, the massive Yin Yang Sect warship finally arrived at the majestic Yin Yang Sect Mountain Gate.

Li Cen’s quiet room remained tightly shut, as he was clearly still digesting those precious insights.

Liu Ruyan, protected by Li Cen’s secret method, was sent directly into the Sect Forbidden Ground to continue refining the creation dao artifact.

The other Disciples returned to their respective peaks.

Amidst the reverent gazes of many Disciples, Yao Delong descended alone on a cloud, drifting toward the Pill Cloud Peak area,

specifically to the most serene and secluded Luoxia Peak, where his own Immortal Cave was located.

Just as he stepped through the courtyard gate, which was entwined with spiritual vines and shimmering with formation light, the sound of feminine laughter reached his ears.

By the spiritual spring in the small courtyard, three women of different styles, yet equally stunning beauty, were sitting around a white jade stone table, sipping tea and chatting.

On the left, a girl in a light blue flowing cloud dress, with a temperament as cold as a snow lotus, was his Junior Sister Lin Qingxue.

Her brow held a touch of concern as she gazed toward the entrance.

On the right, a mature woman in a snow-white palace dress had a graceful figure and an exquisite face.

Carrying an innate nobility and coldness, she was the ancient variant who had long ago successfully transformed and stabilized her Spirit Transformation Realm cultivation—the White Flood Dragon, Qiong Shuang.

In the center was a mature, beautiful woman wearing a gorgeous light purple palace robe.

Her hair was piled high in a bun, her figure was plump and seductive, her skin was whiter than snow, and her eyes held a thousand charms. She was Luo Yan, who had shared deep “exchanges” with Yao Delong.

Seeing Yao Delong return, the three women’s beautiful eyes lit up simultaneously, and they all rose to greet him.

“Senior Brother!”

“Big Brother!”

“Delong!”

Qiong Shuang was the fastest, bringing a gust of fragrant wind as she lunged into Yao Delong’s arms like a flash of white lightning,

her lotus-white arms tightly encircling his neck as she complained with a hint of coquettishness:

“Hmph! Big Brother, you ran so fast! When you all set off that day, I chased after you until my scales almost fell off, but you didn’t even look back once!”

Her beautiful face was full of grievance, and her large eyes were watery, as if tears could fall at any moment.

Only then did Yao Delong suddenly remember that the situation had been urgent that day; his mind had been entirely on the Treasure Pill, and he had indeed forgotten this little one! He felt a sudden pang of apology.

“Cough, it was my oversight.”

Yao Delong coughed lightly and gave Qiong Shuang’s smooth back a reassuring pat. Then, with a thought, he took something out of his Storage Ring.

Buzz!

A powerful surge of water-attribute spiritual energy instantly rippled outward!

In Yao Delong’s hand was an ice-blue, gorgeously styled, slender curved blade!

The blade looked as if it were forged from ten-thousand-year profound ice, shimmering with a dreamlike light, and spatial ripples faintly fluctuated at the edge.

It was actually a high-quality Medium Grade Heaven-Grade Weapon—the “Profound Soul Ice Li Blade”!

“This item was obtained from a Demon King with an ancient Bloodline. It contains the power of extreme cold ice soul and a hint of spatial sharpness,

which perfectly matches the ice-cold attribute of your White Flood Dragon body. Qiong Shuang, consider this an apology from your brother,” Yao Delong said with a smile.

“Wow!”

One second she was aggrieved and on the verge of tears, but the moment she saw the “Profound Soul Ice Li Blade,”

Qiong Shuang’s lively eyes instantly erupted with a light more brilliant than the stars! What grievance? What resentment? They were all tossed to the back of her mind!

Her treasure-loving nature was fully exposed!

“For... for me? Really, Big Brother?” Qiong Shuang’s voice went up an octave with excitement, her eyes glued to the Heaven-Grade Weapon, wishing she could snatch it immediately.

“Of course.” Yao Delong chuckled and handed the curved blade over.

Qiong Shuang snatched the “Profound Soul Ice Li Blade,” stroking the cool blade lovingly and feeling the surging power within. Her small face flushed with excitement:

“Thank you, Big Brother! Big Brother is the best!”

Holding the blade, she spun in a circle, then turned into a streak of white light,

impatiently rushing toward the small treasury deep in the Immortal Cave that had been specifically carved out for her and filled with all sorts of shiny “treasures,” forgetting even to say goodbye.

Yao Delong shook his head helplessly; this flood dragon... her nature was truly hard to change.

“Senior Brother, was the trip successful? You weren’t injured, were you?” Lin Qingxue stepped forward, her cold eyes containing an inseparable concern as she looked Yao Delong up and down.

“Delong, did that Nine Nether Sect and the Demon King make things difficult for you?”

Luo Yan also moved forward with graceful steps, her mature and seductive charm tinged with deep worry as she asked softly.

Her plump figure was fully outlined by her palace dress, and with every step, a fragrant wind drifted, inviting one’s imagination.

Yao Delong felt a warmth in his heart. Looking at the two beauties before him, each with a different style yet both capable of toppling nations, he smiled and said:

“It’s fine, everything has been resolved. The harvest was quite significant.”

He didn’t elaborate on the process, but his powerful confidence and the faintly leaking pressure put both women at ease,

knowing that not only was he unharmed, but his strength had likely improved again.

As the night deepened, the peak of Luoxia Peak was shrouded in misty clouds, and the moonlight was like water.

Deep within the Immortal Cave, in Yao Delong’s exclusive cultivation quiet room, Spiritual Qi was as dense as fog, and complex Yin-Yang Spirit Gathering Formation patterns were inscribed on the ground.

Yao Delong sat cross-legged at the core of the formation’s eye, with Lin Qingxue and Luo Yan on either side, leaning against him.

Lin Qingxue’s pretty face was slightly red with a girl’s shyness as she gently shed her light blue outer dress,

revealing skin as white as congealed fat, shimmering with a lustrous glow under the moonlight, with rising peaks and a slender waist.

She cultivated an Ice Soul technique, giving her a cold and pure temperament, but now she was tinged with a moving crimson due to her stirring emotions.

Luo Yan, on the other hand, was composed and natural, her mature charm displayed to the fullest.

She elegantly unfastened her purple palace dress, revealing her plump and graceful body to Yao Delong without reservation.

The fullness of her snowy peaks and the amazing curves of her waist and hips all radiated a fatal temptation.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with spring, and her gaze naturally overflowed with charm as she actively pressed against Yao Delong, her scallion-white jade fingers lightly tracing his chest.

“Senior Brother...”

“Delong...”

Two distinct yet soul-stirring body fragrances intertwined, lingering at the tip of Yao Delong’s nose.

Yao Delong’s eyes were deep as his left arm lightly pulled Lin Qingxue’s slender, soft waist,

while his right arm encircled Luo Yan’s plump and smooth body.

The Sunset Glow Illuminating Yin-Yang Art within his body began to circulate slowly, and the incredibly pure Yin and Yang Origin acted as a bridge, connecting the three people’s auras.

“Concentrate and calm your mind; circulate your Cultivation Technique.” Yao Delong’s voice was low and magnetic.

“Mm...” Lin Qingxue closed her beautiful eyes, and as her internal technique circulated, a stream of cool and pure Profound Frost Power surged into Yao Delong.

“Ngh...” Luo Yan let out a soft moan as the thick primal yin power of her Golden Core Perfection flowed like a warm current,

carrying a surging breath of life, and also merged in from the other side.