149: Chapter 149 You're definitely bragging.

Murong Liyue, her face flushed with shyness, fumbled for a moment before changing into the purple short skirt, then tossed the previous purple gauze dress to Ye Xuan.

"I've changed, here's your skirt back!"

With just that, Murong Liyue, without her Mystic Power, couldn't control it well, and the purple long dress, imbued with her body fragrance and warmth, coincidentally landed on Ye Xuan's head.

"It's over, I didn't mean... to..." Murong was so scared her legs gave out and she fell to the ground, covering her face with her small hands.

"Hmm..." Ye Xuan casually pulled the purple gauze dress from his head. The fragrance entered his nose, and smelling that body scent, he couldn't help but frown: "Little Fatty Murong, you're really bold, throwing your worn clothes on my head."

"However, you don't think that just because of this, I won't punish you, do you?"

Ye Xuan's expression was subtle. He turned around and walked step by step towards Murong Liyue on the ground, then extended his left hand and easily lifted her up. "Slap, slap, slap—"

As expected, Murong Liyue, due to another slip-up, received several slaps on her perky bottom from Ye Xuan.

"Wuwuwu..."

...

Outside the ancient, weathered city.

Three Earth Profound Realm unicorns were seen pulling a silver carriage towards the city gate.

"Young Master, we've arrived home," the white-robed servant sitting outside the silver carriage respectfully whispered to the person behind him.

"Hmm... It's been three years since I left Yan City. I, Young Master Wu Fengnian, have finally returned!" A pair of pale hands lifted the carriage curtain. The handsome black-robed youth gazed at the familiar ancient city before him, the excitement in his eyes impossible to conceal.

"If Patriarch knew that Young Master has become a Sword Child of the Sword Emperor Sect, he would surely be overjoyed."

The Heaven Profound Realm white-robed servant said to Young Master Wu Fengnian with a smile.

Yan City, located at the gateway of the Northwest Great Territory, falls under the jurisdiction of the Imperial-level power, the Sword Emperor Sect, in this region.

The one governing Yan City is precisely the King-level aristocratic Wu Family, and the strongest person in the Wu Family is Patriarch Wu Meng.

The Wu Family's mansion, with its resplendent pavilions, stretched for dozens of miles, its grandeur magnificent.

A tall main hall stood in the very center, its gaze burning as it looked at Third Elder Wu Feng, the Wu Family's Third Elder, before him.

"Have you investigated thoroughly? Did the Wang Family really discover a medium-sized Spirit Stone mine?" Wu Meng's voice held a hint of excitement.

One must know that a Spirit Stone mine, even the smallest type, could yield enough Spirit Stones each month to keep a King-level aristocratic family from worrying about cultivation resources for decades.

"Yes, Patriarch, this old man has already investigated thoroughly. This information was also sent by a spy deacon from the Wang Family, from the medium-sized Spirit Stone mine."

Third Elder Wu Feng, a Third-level Heaven Profound Realm Elder of the Wu Family, respectfully stated.

"The strongest in the Wang Family is merely a Heaven Profound Realm expert. Although he is an Inner Elder of a Holy Land, a medium-sized Spirit Stone mine is a treasure bestowed by heaven. They are too weak; such resources should belong to my Wu Family!"

Wu Meng, sitting in the main seat, murmured to himself in analysis: "Moreover, my son is a direct disciple of the Sword Emperor Sect, and not far from becoming a Sword Child. Dealing with a mere Inner Elder is as easy as turning over one's hand."

Whenever his son, Wu Fengnian, was mentioned, Wu Meng's voice carried a hint of pride.

"Reporting to Patriarch—"

"Young Master has returned!"

Just as Wu Meng was bragging, a joyous announcement came from the main entrance.

"Hahaha, so it's my son Fengnian who has returned! Issue an order, my Wu Family will celebrate for three days!"

Third Elder Wu Feng was as happy as a child. He then stood up from the patriarch's seat and rushed towards the main entrance with great urgency.

After exchanging glances, the other elders also followed suit.

Wu Fengnian, the Young Clan Leader of the Wu Family, was also the great backer that allowed their Wu Family to develop to this day. They had no choice but to rely on him.

...

At the entrance of Yan City.

"Pretty Boy, can you let me recover some Mystic Power? I can promise you, I definitely won't run away."

A hundred li away from Yan City, Murong Liyue, dressed in a purple short skirt, awkwardly said to Ye Xuan.

"Little Fatty, you're so naughty, do you think I'd believe you?" Ye Xuan glanced at Murong Liyue. She still wanted to trick him, but her favorability was still negative.

If he really let her go, this Little Fatty would definitely run back to the Holy Land and call Leng Qianming, and then things would get complicated. Ye Xuan didn't want to stir up trouble everywhere.

"Detestable Pretty Boy, you're so petty-minded." Murong Liyue couldn't help but retort after seeing Ye Xuan's handsome face.

"Suppress!"

Ye Xuan placed his hand on Murong Liyue's shoulder again, reinforcing another restriction within her body to prevent this fatty from secretly recovering some Mystic Power and then truly running away.

"Big bad guy, what are you doing? You put another restriction on me? Why are you so timid? The little Mystic Power I managed to secretly recover has been sealed again!"

Murong Liyue felt her Mystic Power disappear again, her pretty face turning pale, and she pouted unhappily: "I curse you to have no girls like you in the future! How can you be so vicious to a fairy as beautiful as me? Hmph, detestable Pretty Boy!"

"No girls like me? There are plenty of people who like me. They are probably countless times stronger than you, Little Fatty, like Lin Qingzhu."

Ye Xuan couldn't help but chuckle and took a few more glances at Murong Liyue.

"Hmph, bragging! Plenty? And stronger than me? Will that poker-faced Lin Qingzhu even like anyone? Stop bragging!"

Murong Liyue was amused by Ye Xuan's words. This hateful Pretty Boy even brought up Lin Qingzhu. The two of them had interacted countless times and had known each other for a long time.

After pondering for a moment, Murong Liyue re-examined Ye Xuan, then muttered in her heart: "That cold-hearted woman, would she also like this Pretty Boy? No, perhaps... it really is possible..."

"Whether I'm bragging or not, you don't need to ask," Ye Xuan responded indifferently. "Lest I suppress and kill your fiancé, Leng, and leave you a widow!"

"You... hmph, just be smug. Don't end up falling before Brother Leng, that's all. As far as I know, when Brother Leng was born, he was accompanied by the powerful Innate Dao Body phenomenon, with purple qi coming from the east for three hundred li."

Murong Liyue's small face showed a hint of admiration: "And according to the Old Ancestor, Brother Leng is very likely to have mastered an Emperor-level Mystic Art, and it might even be an Immortal Scripture."

"An Immortal Scripture? You think a mere Immortal Scripture can scare me?" Ye Xuan chuckled and shook his head. The Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal Art he cultivated was a genuine Immortal Scripture; how could another Immortal Scripture frighten him?

Moreover, Ye Xuan knew in his heart that the Innate Dao Scripture Leng Qianming obtained was not an Immortal Scripture, but merely an Emperor-level Mystic Art.

"By the way, Little Fatty Murong, did you just mention 'Brother Leng' again?" Ye Xuan's handsome face instantly turned cold, and he stared at Murong Liyue with a faint smile: "Stick out your butt yourself!"

"You... hateful, can you be a little gentler?" Not knowing if she had gotten used to it, Murong Liyue cooperatively turned around, then bent her slender waist, her perky bottom protruding.