295: Chapter 295 The Holy Maiden of Joy Gets Her Wish

The dawn's faint light pierced through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the Spirit Beast hide carpet that covered the entire hall.

On the red sandalwood bed, the storm-like clash from last night had completely subsided. A rich, blood-pumping fragrance of rouge and powder lingered in the air, along with a faint, yet thoroughly polished and sharp Sword Intent.

Xu Chen leaned against the headboard, his sturdy chest rising and falling steadily with his breath. Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the faint blue System panel emitted a soft glow.

Lines of brilliant golden text appeared rapidly like flowing water, accompanied by a mechanical notification sound like spring water dripping on stones.

[Ding]

[Detected target pregnancy meeting the criteria]

[Target: Hehuan Sect Saintess · Hua Jieyu]

[Nurturing: Pure Yin Spirit Fetus]

[Triggered Epic Critical Hit settlement. Rewards: Hehuan Divine Brew (ten jars), Shadow Assassin Camp (Exclusive Dao Soldier Tiger Tally)]

Looking at the prompts popping up on the panel, a satisfied smile appeared in Xu Chen's deep eyes.

This enchantress Hua Jieyu had truly pulled out all the stops last night, practicing all of the Hehuan Sect's hidden secret techniques on him. Even though she was ultimately defeated and left in disarray, begging for mercy repeatedly, the efficiency of this tilling was indeed impeccable.

Within the System space, ten ancient wine jars with mud seals appeared out of thin air, emitting an intoxicating fragrance. This Hehuan Divine Brew was a supreme treasure for Dual Cultivation Dao Companions; just a single drop could cleanse the marrow and push the Origin compatibility of both parties to its peak.

And that pitch-black Tiger Tally, carved with Nether Assassination Totems, was an unexpected surprise. It represented a top-tier team of Dao Soldiers entirely loyal to him, experts in assassination and infiltration.

Xu Chen closed the System panel and lowered his head, his gaze warmly sweeping over the two peerless beauties curled up in his arms on either side.

On the left, Hua Jieyu was not sleeping peacefully. Her enchanting face still bore traces of undried tears, and her crimson lips were slightly parted, letting out tiny, pitiful murmurs.

She was like an insecure kitten, with most of her body pressed tightly against Xu Chen's waist, her fair skin covered in the mottled marks left from the previous night.

On the right, Ye Qingwu showed a completely different side.

This Sword Immortal Master, who was usually lofty and ethereal like a goddess from the Nine Heavens, now had a rare, charmingly naive sleeping posture.

The black lace dress used to add a bit of flair had long since been kicked to the foot of the bed in tatters. She buried her stunning face deep into the crook of Xu Chen's neck, her warm breath puffing regularly against his skin.

Even in her sleep, one of Ye Qingwu's hands still tightly gripped a lock of Xu Chen's long hair, as if it were a treasure she was unwilling to let go of.

Xu Chen gently brushed a few stray hairs from Ye Qingwu's cheek behind her ear, then slowly pried open her slender fingers that were clutching his hair.

He leaned down slightly, first planting a warm kiss on Hua Jieyu's smooth forehead.

"You've got your wish, little enchantress."

Then, he turned his head and lightly pecked Ye Qingwu's cheek, which still held a hint of a blush.

"Thank you for your hard work, Revered Master. Rest well."

Xu Chen's voice was deep and magnetic. He carefully withdrew his arms from under the two women and placed two soft Ice Jade Spirit-Warming Pillows into their arms to take his place.

His slender fingers pulled over the Spirit Silkworm Quilt embroidered with gold thread, tightly covering the spring scenery on the bed that was enough to make one lose control of their blood and Qi.

Rolling out of bed, Xu Chen made a casual gesture, and the Black Gold-Threaded Python Robe automatically draped over his tall frame.

He stood before the bed, his fingertips lightly tracing in the void.

A Saint King Formation pattern that isolated sound and Divine Sense investigation silently took shape. The complex golden Formation patterns rippled like water, enveloping the entire bed to ensure no external noise would disturb these two exhausted beauties.

Having done all this, Xu Chen turned around, strode to the door of the side hall, and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

The cool morning breeze brushed against his face, sweeping away his laziness and the lingering romantic atmosphere of the room.

In Xu Chen's mind, the peerless figure of Wu Mingkong naturally appeared—clad in a dragon robe, majestic yet yielding and charming beneath him—as well as the quirky Princess Wu Weiyang, who called him "Old Ancestor" at every turn yet was utterly devoted to him.

Although the Great Xia Dynasty was guarded by two Great Emperor-level Valkyrie Puppets he had left behind and was perfectly safe, the Spiritual Qi foundation of a remote place like the Eastern Wastelands ultimately couldn't compare to the Imperial Clans of the Central Province.

Moreover, they were carrying his, Xu Chen's, flesh and blood in their wombs.

As Young Master Xu, he had always been a man of his word and would never be a heartless person who forgot old loves for new ones. Since he had promised to bring them back to the Xu Family to enjoy a life of luxury, he couldn't delay for even a day.

The Formation Plate for setting up the Cross-Realm Grand Formation was already in place, and the spiritual energy operation hub required for the Formation had long been deduced. Now, only the final core Material was missing.

Xu Chen withdrew his gaze, a decisive light flashing in his deep black eyes.

He set off with his long legs, stepping through the morning mist that had yet to dissipate, heading straight through the many corridors toward the most heavily guarded core treasury of the Xu Family.