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Xu Sanyan sat on the bed, set down the secret realm fruit he had been carrying on his back, and pondered silently.

For now, it seemed there shouldn't be any problems; judging by the woman's demeanor, she likely wouldn't obstruct him again.

However, he still needed Wang Zixuan's father, the Wang Family Head, to give his nod for this matter to be completely settled.

While he was deep in thought, soft footsteps echoed from outside the door. Xu Sanyan lifted his eyelids to glance at the wooden door.

Creeeak— With the sound of the wooden door being pushed open, Wang Zixuan quickly slipped into the room, threw herself onto Xu Sanyan, and wrapped one arm around his neck. "Mr. Lin, I'm here."

"Where is your mother?" Xu Sanyan waved his hand, and the wooden door closed.

Wang Zixuan smiled triumphantly, "Hehe, never mind her; I snuck out to come here."

"What did your mother say?"

"She agreed. Tomorrow, I'll take you to see my father, and once we pick an auspicious day, we can become Dao Companions."

Wang Zixuan pressed against his chest, feeling his scorching body and beating heart, feeling very satisfied.

Xu Sanyan lifted her thighs with both hands. Their foreheads pressed against each other, and their lips lightly touched. In the darkness, their eyes met, and in the exchange of gazes, both saw the desire deep within the other's heart.

"Isn't this inappropriate? It's easy for your mother to hear us here..." Xu Sanyan hesitated slightly.

Although he didn't have much of a moral bottom line, doing this to someone's daughter right under her mother's nose was, to some extent, unjustifiable. Moreover, he still needed to maintain his persona.

He had just finished telling the Madam that he was pure-hearted and had no worldly desires, yet in the blink of an eye, he was 'uh-ing and ah-ing' with her daughter. What kind of pure-heartedness was that?

"It's fine, Brother. Even if my mother hears, she will know that I am already yours, and she won't stop us from being together anymore..."

After saying this, Wang Zixuan pouted her small lips and kissed him. Her red lips were fragrant and alluring, making one want to pick and taste them.

Seeing this, Xu Sanyan no longer held back and responded passionately. Crystal-clear threads reflected beams of light in the dim room.

The collision of their tongues between their teeth was intense; neither was willing to yield.

In a corner of the corridor, a figure was hidden in the shadows behind a pillar. It was hard to see her expression, but her magnificent robes reflected a dim purple light, revealing her identity.

Listening to the sounds coming to her ears, the woman felt an indescribable taste in her heart. The cabbage she had raised for decades had, in the end, been handed over to someone else...

And it was the cabbage itself that had sprouted legs and run away.

She had just finished telling her daughter to maintain her dignity and not be too casual, but her daughter—well, she had agreed perfectly fine, only to turn around and deliver herself right to his doorstep.

"Sigh..."

The Third Madam turned around. She really didn't want to listen to such lascivious sounds; hearing them made her heart ache faintly.

But things had reached this point, and she couldn't stop it. She couldn't really rush into the room and embarrass her daughter, could she?

"Forget it, forget it..."

... Outside Qianqiu City, in the dense forest.

Princeess Zheyun and her group looked at the city in the distance, no one speaking.

At this moment, the leader of the Gan Country team was no longer Princeess Zheyun, but a middle-aged woman.

This person wore a Daoist robe, her hair tied in a bun, dressed as a Taoist Nun, but her expression lacked any trace of compassion, filled instead with solemnity.

Princeess Zheyun pointed at the distant Qianqiu City and tentatively said, "Sister Mei, let me take some people in to search. Perhaps that Xu Sanyan is hiding inside."

The Taoist Nun shook her head, "The Wang Family and the Great Gan have deep grudges. As a royal daughter, you cannot easily risk danger. Leave some people to search in the city; we will go to the next location."

Luan Yun Mountain was extremely vast, and the internal factions were quite complex. Searching for someone here was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

But even so, she had come, wanting to try her luck. The attraction of an independent Secret Realm was simply too great.

What if? What if they were lucky enough to find it?

Hearing this, Princeess Zheyun couldn't hide the disappointment on her face, but she still wouldn't give up, saying, "The Wang Family might not necessarily recognize me..."

"No." The Taoist Nun refused in a firm tone.

"Alright..."

The Taoist Nun left a few people to search within Qianqiu City, while the rest walked toward the distance.

By this time, it had been over a month since the Hundred Saints Secret Realm ended, and the Secret Realm in the hands of Tianyi Fumo Temple had also completed its preliminary exploration.

That Secret Realm was explored jointly by Tianyi Fumo Temple, Siyuan Sect, Qidao Sect of Yong Mountain, and the Lu Family. Although no specific news had been released, with many people involved, word inevitably leaked out.

It was said that all factions had obtained considerable benefits from it, and gifted individuals like Fang Qingge and Net Intent had successfully broken through their Realms, reaching the Perfection of the Mystic Path Realm.

Although they were still no match for Xu Sanyan, they had left other Prodigies far behind.

Once this news spread, all parties became even more covetous of the secret realm fruit in Xu Sanyan's hands. It was said that this fruit was even larger than the one in the hands of Tianyi Fumo Temple, which further incited people's greed.

Furthermore, some said that Xu Sanyan possessed not only the secret realm fruit but also a Saint's insights into the Heavenly Dao. For some, this was even more attractive than the secret realm fruit.

All of this made the current Luan Yun Mountain even more chaotic. Righteous Path Cultivators, Demonic Path Cultivators, and the evil outsiders originally living in Luan Yun Mountain all stepped onto the stage; the grand drama was about to begin.

... Ten thousand miles away from Luan Yun Mountain, a dust-covered figure hurried through the night. Under the moonlight, it was clear that this person was a youth.

His messy hair hung loosely over his shoulders. He stuck out his tongue to lick his chapped lips and looked at the tattered map in his hand, his eyes filled with determination.

"I have become stronger; I should be able to help you."

The youth tucked back his stray hair, revealing a face full of youthful vigor. Although he looked disheveled, it could not hide his exuberant spirit.

This youth was none other than Lin Fan, the genuine Lin Fan!

After returning to his hometown to take revenge, he had intended to return to the Sect, but then he heard that the Saint was being hunted by multiple factions. Some said he couldn't escape death, and there were rumors that he was already dead.

Lin Fan didn't know if it was true, and his heart grew increasingly anxious, so he hurried toward Luan Yun Mountain without stopping for a moment.

He used his remaining few Spirit Stones as travel expenses. After spending the last Spirit Stone in his hand, he finally arrived at a city twenty thousand miles away from Luan Yun Mountain.

He had no money left, so he could only rely on his own two legs, traveling day and night without stopping. Even the map in his hand had been given to him by someone else.

Although the conditions were harsh, he had to come.

In Lin Fan's heart, the Saint was his benefactor; he owed him a debt of gratitude for recognizing his potential.

When in the Sect, he provided him with protection, gave him Cultivation Techniques, Medicinal Pills, Spirit Stones, and an Immortal Cave, helping him reach Foundation Establishment. In the Secret Realm, he had protected his safety.

Regardless of the Saint's motives, it was undeniable that he had never harmed him.

Even if others slandered the Saint in every possible way, he himself could not say a single bad word about him.

Lin Fan kept this debt of gratitude firmly in his heart, so upon hearing that the Saint was in trouble, he hurried over without stopping.

He knew this trip was extremely dangerous, but he had a reason he had to come, because this was his Dao!

"Saint, hold on; your Disciple is coming to help you..."

The night wind scattered these whispered words. Lin Fan strode toward Luan Yun Mountain; there were still over ten thousand miles to go, and he would strive to arrive within half a month.

... Meanwhile, Xu Sanyan lay on the bed, holding Wang Zixuan. He patted her bottom and teased, "Little girl, was that satisfying?"

Wang Zixuan blushed and burrowed into the quilt. Recalling the madness from just moments ago, she felt unbearable embarrassment on her face. "Satisfying..."