218: Chapter 218 Wan'er's Reward: Husband, Shall we test our swords?

Inside the Listening Sword Pavilion, red candles flickered.

As the heavy sandalwood door was gently closed by Xu Chen, the bustling splendor of the Saint feast that had lasted all day seemed to be instantly cut off in another world.

The pavilion was very quiet, and the air was filled with a faint, cold fragrance.

That was the unique scent on Nangong Waner, very much like cold plum blossoms blooming after the snow, with a hint of imperceptible, subtle sweetness amidst the chill.

"Are you tired?"

Xu Chen walked to the bedside, looking at Nangong Waner, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, somewhat nervously adjusting the corner of her clothes, and asked in a gentle voice.

"Not tired."

Nangong Waner shook her head, raised her eyes, clear as water, glanced at Xu Chen, and then quickly lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes trembling slightly:

"It's just... a little unaccustomed."

Usually, at this time, she would either be practicing her sword or coaxing the child.

Now, with neither a sword in her hand nor a child in her arms, only the Saint husband before her who had just become famous throughout the world, she, a Sword Cultivator who was usually decisive in killing, felt a rare sense of panic.

"Unaccustomed to what? Unaccustomed to being alone with me?"

Xu Chen chuckled, sat down beside her, and naturally wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

"N-no."

Nangong Waner's body stiffened slightly, then softened, allowing him to hold her.

Feeling the heat of that large hand on her waist, her originally fair cheeks flushed with a layer of crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Husband, your aura..."

She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "It seems even stronger than during the day. Is becoming a Saint through the Physical Body... really this miraculous?"

As a pure Sword Cultivator, her perception of power was the most acute.

Although Xu Chen had already restrained his pressure, sitting beside him, she could still feel a surge of blood Qi as vast as the sea. That sense of oppression at the level of life made the Sword Intent within her body subconsciously want to submit.

"Whether it's miraculous or not, what's the use of just talking about it?"

Xu Chen's mouth curled into a wicked smile as he leaned close to her ear, his warm breath spraying onto her crystalline earlobe:

"You have to try it to know."

"T-try?"

Nangong Waner's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her head, just in time to crash into Xu Chen's deep and burning eyes.

"But..."

She bit her lip, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum, "My body... after all, I just..."

Although she was a Half-Saint powerhouse with amazing recovery, she had only given birth three days ago. In the perception of Mortals, she would still be in the postpartum confinement period.

"Rest assured, I know my limits."

Xu Chen's fingers gently brushed over her flat, firm lower abdomen, and a gentle stream of Hongmeng Purple Qi surged from his palm, instantly traveling through her entire body.

After confirming that her body had indeed recovered to its original state under the dual effects of the Family's holy medicine and the Innate Sword Body, and was even tougher than before pregnancy, the concerns in Xu Chen's eyes completely dissipated.

"Waner."

Xu Chen's voice lowered a bit, carrying a hint of teasing, "I remember you Sword Cultivators often say, the body is like glaze, and the Sword Intent is clear. I wonder if this body of yours, Sword Cultivator Nangong, is also as resilient as your sword?"

"You..."

Nangong Waner heard the playfulness in his words, and the unyielding spirit in her bones was instantly ignited.

She was the Sword Cultivator of Tianwaitian, a Sword Cultivator who would rather break than bend.

Even in such matters, she did not want to appear too weak.

"The body of a Sword Cultivator is forged through a thousand refinements."

Nangong Waner raised her head, and in those originally shy eyes, a stubborn glint unexpectedly appeared, looking straight at Xu Chen:

"If Husband is interested, feel free to 'test the sword'."

"Just... make sure you don't break the sword."

This sentence, carrying both a hint of provocation and a hint of suggestion, instantly became the final spark that ignited the powder keg.

"What a 'test the sword'."

Xu Chen laughed out loud, his eyes full of admiration and doting.

This was the woman he had chosen.

She had both water-like tenderness and unyielding pride.

"Then this Saint will properly learn from Sword Cultivator Nangong's high skills tonight!"

As the words fell, the red curtains dropped.

"Rip—"

Accompanied by the soft sound of silk garments sliding off, the room was suddenly filled with spring scenery.

Nangong Waner did not close her eyes and submit to be plucked like an ordinary woman, but instead clung tightly to Xu Chen's shoulders with both hands, looking at him with hazy yet determined eyes.

She wanted to watch her man, watching how he conquered her.

However.

Facts proved that in the face of absolute power, any skill and resilience were futile.

Especially when facing a cheater with infinite energy who had become a Saint through the Physical Body.

At first, Nangong Waner could still manage to keep up with Xu Chen's rhythm by relying on the strong willpower and physical flexibility of a Sword Cultivator, and even occasionally take the initiative, like a drawn sword trying to leave a mark on Xu Chen, the rock.

Inside the Listening Sword Pavilion, suppressed moans and high-pitched exclamations would occasionally ring out, like a fierce confrontation.

But soon, the battle situation presented a one-sided trend.

Xu Chen's Grandmist Golden Body was too overbearing; every attack was like recasting a sword blade, carrying an unquestionable desire for conquest.

"Mmph... Husband... lighter, a little lighter..."

Nangong Waner finally couldn't hold on anymore.

That hard shell named "Cold Sword Cultivator" was chipped away bit by bit under Xu Chen's storm-like offensive, revealing the softest, most real, feminine demeanor inside.

"Weren't you very tough just a moment ago?"

Xu Chen kissed away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead with a wicked smile:

"Where does this even begin? Since it's 'testing the sword', naturally we must test the limits."

"No... I can't..."

The corners of Nangong Waner's eyes were red, her voice carried a sobbing tone, and her hands weakly gripped the brocade quilt, her knuckles turning white from the effort.

"In the future... will you still dare to challenge me?"

"N-no... I won't dare..."

"Call me Husband."

"Husband... good Husband... please spare Waner..."

...

A long time later.

Xu Chen leaned against the headboard, looking refreshed. The Saint power within his body flowed smoothly, as if he had just gone through a satisfying battle, and his thoughts were extremely clear.

Nangong Waner was already completely limp.

She curled up in Xu Chen's arms, her long hair scattered messily on the pillow, her snow-white skin covered with faint red marks, and her whole person exuded a heart-stopping, fragile beauty.

She didn't want to move even a finger now.

Although the Sword Intent within her body had been scattered, it was replaced by an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and peace.

The degree of harmony between body and mind made her feel that her Realm seemed to have loosened a bit more.

"It seems the effect of this 'test the sword' is not bad."

Xu Chen's large hand gently stroked her smooth back, helping her sort out the slightly chaotic Qi within her body, and asked softly:

"Are you okay?"

"Mmm..."

Nangong Waner hummed from her nose, her voice hoarse and lazy, carrying a thick sense of sleepiness.

She rubbed against his chest, found a comfortable position, like a lazy kitten:

"Husband... you are really strong."

This was a heartfelt recognition from a Half-Saint Sword Cultivator.

Not just in cultivation, but also... in all aspects.

"That's for sure."

Xu Chen smiled proudly and kissed the top of her head:

"Sleep. Tomorrow you still need to go see that girl Qingqiu; don't let our mother spoil her rotten."

"Mmm..."

Nangong Waner responded in a daze and soon fell into a deep sleep.

...

The next morning.

Golden sunlight shone through the window lattice, dappling the front of the bed.

Xu Chen opened his eyes on time.

As a Saint, he remained full of energy even if he didn't sleep for days and nights.

He glanced at Nangong Waner, who was still sleeping soundly in his arms with a faint smile on her lips, and without waking her, carefully withdrew and got out of bed.

After dressing neatly, Xu Chen pushed open the door and walked to the balcony of the Listening Sword Pavilion.

The morning air was exceptionally fresh.

He took a deep breath, stretched, and was just about to go to the front hall to take a look when his gaze inadvertently swept over a pavilion in the southwest corner of the Imperial Palace.

There, it seemed like two familiar figures were... confronting each other?