318: Chapter 318 Drinking Under the Moon: The Twin Sword Immortals' Victory Celebration

Several days passed quietly, nourished by the Spiritual Qi so thick it seemed inseparable within the Xu Family Imperial Clan estate.

The palaces of Long Aoxue and Feng Jiuyou were guarded by heavy troops arranged by the Grand Elder; the two proud queens, who had just become mothers, spent their days teasing their children and bickering across their beds, making their lives both chaotic and full of vitality.

Xu Chen hadn't been idle during these past few days either.

By day, he went to the delivery rooms to bring water, and by night, he stayed in his study using the Heavenly Dao Divine Pupils to reorganize the Family's protective array, occasionally taking time to guide the Shadow Guards in their cultivation.

The confidence provided by one hundred thousand units of top-grade divine source allowed him to spend Family resources like water, leading even the Grand Elder to exclaim that the Young Lord's squandering was truly of a high level.

As night fell, a silver moon hung high in the sky.

Inside a white jade pavilion in the Xu Family's backyard, bursts of delicate wine fragrance, accompanied by sharp Sword Qi, slowly drifted in the night breeze.

In the Void Realm surrounding the pavilion, two distinctly different yet intertwined Sword Intents were faintly surging. One was like a raging prairie fire, domineering and fierce.

The other was like bone-chilling ice, cold and solitary. These two Sword Intents converged in mid-air, actually forming a perfect Yin and Yang sword array that combined both defense and slaughter.

In the center of the sword array, Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue sat facing each other.

Both were dressed in loose and comfortable casual clothes, with a few strands of sweat-drenched hair clinging to their cheeks. On the stone table lay two sheathed longswords and several jars of the ten-thousand-year-old immortal brew 'Drunken Star River,' which the Grand Elder had personally stashed away.

"Exhilarating!"

Nangong Waner tilted her head back and drained the immortal brew in her white jade cup. Two patches of rosy flush appeared on her fair cheeks, and her peach blossom eyes, which usually held a heroic air, were now filled with the light of excitement.

"Sister Qingxue, your 'Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions' defensive sword move, paired with my 'Fiery Trees and Silver Flowers' slaughter move, is simply a perfect match! If we take this double sword array out, we'll absolutely sweep everything within the Saint Realm!"

Lin Qingxue held her wine cup, her gaze somewhat hazy.

The aftereffects of this ten-thousand-year immortal brew were immense; even with her Initial Stage Quasi-Saint cultivation, she felt a wave of dizziness at this moment. On that beautiful face, which was usually as cold as frost, all pride and defensiveness had faded away, and in the movement of her eyes, a rare sense of charming naivety actually emerged.

"Sister Nangong's swordsmanship is indeed peerless in the world. Having spent a hundred years in the Lower Realm, Qingxue has never encountered such a compatible kindred spirit."

Lin Qingxue took a small sip of wine, her voice soft and weak, no longer possessing that coldness that kept people a thousand miles away.

She looked at Nangong Waner, her eyes full of unreserved trust.

For the past few days, the two of them had spent their days sweating on the Martial Arts Training Ground to deduce the sword array and their nights in this pavilion reviewing their insights. For a Sword Cultivator accustomed to fighting alone, this bond of mutual appreciation made her feel an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

"Naturally!" Nangong Waner raised her eyebrows proudly, reached out to put an arm around Lin Qingxue's shoulder, and leaned close to her ear, her breath as sweet as orchids, "But sister, although our sword array is powerful, if we encounter that freak of a husband, we'll probably still get our butts spanked by him with a willow branch."

Upon hearing the word "husband," Lin Qingxue's delicate body trembled slightly, and her fingers holding the wine cup involuntarily tightened.

Ever since witnessing Xu Chen's protectiveness and dominance outside the delivery room that night, that man's figure had seemingly taken root in her mind, impossible to dispel. Every time she saw Xu Chen sitting lazily in a grandmaster's chair eating spirit fruit on the Martial Arts Training Ground, her heart would inexplicably skip a beat.

"He... he is indeed unfathomable." Lin Qingxue lowered her head, using the action of drinking wine to hide the panic in her eyes, though her ears were already completely red.

Nangong Waner looked at Lin Qingxue's bashful appearance, a sly smile curving her rosy lips.

They were all women; how could she not see through Lin Qingxue's inner thoughts? This cold Female Sword Immortal who had ascended from the Lower Realm had long since had her hard icy shell melted by Xu Chen until not even dregs remained.

"Speaking ill of someone behind their back is not a virtue a Sword Cultivator should possess."

A lazy and somewhat teasing voice suddenly came from outside the pavilion.

Lin Qingxue was startled and snapped her head up.

She saw Xu Chen wearing a moon-white brocade robe, one hand behind his back, walking into the pavilion with leisurely steps. The moonlight spilled over him, making his already peerlessly handsome face appear even more like a Prodigy.

"Husband, you're not sleeping in the middle of the night, but running here to eavesdrop on us sisters?" Nangong Waner gave Xu Chen a sidelong glance, her tone somewhat willful, yet her body naturally moved aside to make room for him.

Xu Chen sat down between the two women without ceremony, his deep gaze sweeping over these two peerless beauties who were slightly tipsy.

"Heaven and earth be my witness. I followed the scent of the wine here."

Xu Chen casually took the white jade cup in front of Lin Qingxue, which still had a rouge mark on it, poured himself a full cup of 'Drunken Star River,' and drained it in one gulp.

"Tsk, that old fellow the Grand Elder is usually so stingy, yet he actually hid such good stuff. You two have mastered a double sword array and are drinking celebration wine here without calling me. For this, I'll drink this penalty cup first as a toast."

Watching Xu Chen naturally use the cup she had just used, Lin Qingxue's mind went "buzz," as if a ball of fire had instantly burned through her entire body.

In the Lower Realm, let alone a man using her cup, even if a man dared to come within three feet of her, he would be ground into mincemeat by her Sword Qi.

But now, looking at Xu Chen's matter-of-fact, rogue-like appearance, not only could she not feel the slightest bit of repulsion, but she felt a ripple of sweetness rising in her heart instead.

"That... that is my cup..." Lin Qingxue's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, and she kept her head down, not daring to look into Xu Chen's eyes at all.

"What's wrong with your cup? You're mine, so I can't even have a sip of your wine?" Xu Chen put down the cup, propped his chin with one hand, and turned his head to look at Lin Qingxue's embarrassed state, the smile at the corners of his mouth growing deeper.

He reached out and skillfully ruffled Lin Qingxue's smooth long hair twice.

"What? My Sword-bearing Attendant can't even speak after having a little wine?"

Feeling the warmth and roughness coming from the top of her head, Lin Qingxue bit her lower lip tightly. The tipsy feeling amplified all her senses, and the pleasant scent of sandalwood on Xu Chen, mixed with a strong masculine aura, completely enveloped her.

She wanted to argue back but found that she couldn't even say a single complete sentence.

Nangong Waner, watching this scene from the side as someone who had been through it before, had a flash of realization in her eyes.

The timing was just right.

Nangong Waner's eyes darted around, and she suddenly grabbed the wine jar from the table and stood up.

"Oh my, the aftereffects of this ten-thousand-year immortal brew are so strong. My head is so dizzy; I can't take it anymore, I have to go back to sleep."

As Nangong Waner spoke, she deliberately swayed her body while giving Xu Chen a subtle look from the corner of her eye that said, "I'll leave it to you."

Before Lin Qingxue could react, Nangong Waner had already slipped away, turning into a fiery red afterimage and disappearing outside the pavilion.

Inside the vast pavilion, only Xu Chen and Lin Qingxue were left in an instant.

The night breeze blew past, swaying the surrounding spiritual flowers and exotic herbs.

Lin Qingxue stared blankly in the direction Nangong Waner had disappeared, her brain entering a brief state of stalling.

A lone man and a lone woman.

Alone together under the moon.

And this damn ten-thousand-year immortal brew that made one's whole body go soft.

Lin Qingxue was so nervous her breathing even stopped. She instinctively wanted to reach for the longsword on the table.

However, a broad and warm hand covered the back of her hand first.

Xu Chen didn't speak, but just looked at her quietly.

In those deep eyes, the usual laziness and teasing were gone, replaced by an extreme tenderness that was enough to drown a person.

Lin Qingxue's hand froze in place.

She raised her head and met Xu Chen's gaze.

In those eyes, she saw the stars, she saw the moonlight, and she also saw her own face, which had turned crimson due to nervousness and shyness.

"Qingxue."

Xu Chen's voice was low and husky, carrying a hint of enchanting magic.

"How much longer are you going to hide?"

This simple sentence was like a key, completely unlocking the final shackle in Lin Qingxue's heart.

She recalled her despair when she ascended to the Upper Realm, the humorous teasing when Xu Chen descended like a deity, his indulgence on the Martial Arts Training Ground, and his dominant, protective figure outside the delivery room.

This man had, without her realizing it, already walked into her heart.

Lin Qingxue's tense body gradually relaxed.

She didn't pull her hand out of Xu Chen's grasp.

In those cold eyes, the ice and snow completely melted, turning into a pool of spring water. She looked at Xu Chen, a breathtaking smile curving the corners of her mouth.

"I... won't hide anymore."

Though her voice was soft, it carried the firmness and determination unique to a Sword Cultivator.

Once someone is chosen, it is for lifetimes, until death.

Xu Chen extended his long arm and directly pulled Lin Qingxue's slender waist, applying a slight force.

Lin Qingxue let out a short cry of surprise, and her entire person fell into Xu Chen's broad embrace.

Xu Chen lowered his head and dominantly and accurately captured those two red lips stained with the fragrance of the immortal brew.

Lin Qingxue's mind went completely blank.

She instinctively closed her eyes, her hands climbing up Xu Chen's neck, responding clumsily yet bravely to this man's demands.

Under the moonlight, the two figures embraced tightly.

Xu Chen didn't stay in the pavilion for long.

He stood up, carrying Lin Qingxue, who had already turned as soft as spring water, in one arm.

Just then, a head popped out from the flower bushes outside the pavilion.

The returning Nangong Waner looked at the two embracing and blinked her eyes with a giggle.

"Husband, Sister Qingxue is thin-skinned. Tonight, how about I come and help guide you both in the Dual Cultivation Technique?" Nangong Waner's tone was full of the slyness of someone who wanted to see the world in chaos.

Hearing these scandalous words, Lin Qingxue, nestled in Xu Chen's arms, was so ashamed she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and she buried her face firmly against Xu Chen's chest.

Xu Chen looked at that quirky Female Sword Immortal, the mischievous smile at the corners of his mouth completely rippling out.

"Guide the technique? Sure."

Xu Chen's other free hand made a gentle beckoning motion.

"Ah!"

Nangong Waner let out a cry as her entire person was pulled directly over by an invisible force.

Xu Chen dominantly pulled Nangong Waner into his embrace as well, holding one on each side.

"Since you sisters share such deep affection that you even practice sword arrays together."

Xu Chen looked down at the two peerless beauties in his arms, his tone carrying an undeniable dominance and desire.

"Then tonight, your husband will properly test this double sword array of yours to see how much power it still has on the bed."

The voice fell.

Holding both women, Xu Chen directly disappeared from the spot in a flash of silver-white Law of Space light, teleporting toward his own palace.

Only the wine jar on the stone table remained, emitting an intoxicating fragrance in the night breeze.