319: Chapter 319 The Fusion of Sword Intent

Silver-white light from the Law of Space flickered within the spacious and luxurious bedchamber.

Xu Chen steadily held two graceful figures in his arms, appearing out of thin air before a massive bed carved from ten-thousand-year warm jade.

No lamps were lit in the bedchamber; only several deep-sea night-luminescent pearls embedded in the walls emitted a soft, dim glow, heightening the room's atmosphere to an extreme level of intimacy.

"Thud."

Xu Chen released his hold, and Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue fell almost simultaneously onto the soft cloud-silk bedding, which felt as if it could swallow a person whole.

The aftereffects of the ten-thousand-year immortal brew had not dissipated; instead, they fermented even more intensely in this slightly cramped, enclosed space filled with Xu Chen's scent.

"Ouch, Husband, you're hurting me."

Nangong Waner rolled halfway across the bed, her fiery red hem curling up slightly to reveal a section of dazzlingly white, slender calf. She propped her chin on one hand, her peach-blossom eyes shimmering with watery light as she looked at the man standing by the bed with a mix of feigned annoyance and flirtation.

Compared to Nangong Waner's openness, Lin Qingxue, experiencing such a situation for the first time, appeared much more restrained.

Like a startled snow rabbit, she instinctively shrank toward the inner side of the bed, her hands tightly gripping the brocade quilt beneath her.

"Young... Young Master Xu..."

Lin Qingxue's voice trembled. As she watched Xu Chen's tall, upright figure casting an oppressive shadow under the glow of the night pearls, her breathing became rapid.

"Still calling me Young Master?"

The corner of Xu Chen's mouth curled into a wicked arc as he knelt on the bed with one knee, gradually closing the distance between himself and Lin Qingxue.

He extended his slender fingers and gently pinched Lin Qingxue's delicate chin, forcing her to lift her head and look him in the eye.

"Back in the pavilion, didn't you say you 'wouldn't hide anymore'? Why do you want to be a deserter now that we're here?" Xu Chen's voice was low and raspy, carrying an irresistible magic.

Lin Qingxue was forced to meet Xu Chen's aggressive gaze, her heart beating like a drum.

She bit her red lips, her cool eyes flickering with complex emotions. There was fear and shyness, but more than that, a resolve like a moth flying into a flame.

"I... I won't run."

Lin Qingxue took a deep breath, released her grip on the brocade quilt, and proactively wrapped her arms around Xu Chen's shoulders.

"As long as it's you... Qingxue will not retreat a single step."

This vow, carrying the Origin of the Supreme Sword Heart, directly ignited the fire of desire in Xu Chen's eyes.

He leaned down and once again sealed those two soft, red lips.

This kiss was no longer a brief taste like in the pavilion; it carried a devastating dominance, forcibly prying open Lin Qingxue's teeth to conquer her territory.

Lin Qingxue let out a muffled groan, her body instantly turning as soft as a pool of mud.

Just as the two were locked in an inseparable kiss, a pair of warm, soft arms encircled Xu Chen's waist from behind.

"Husband is biased. Now that you have Sister Qingxue, you've left me out in the cold."

Nangong Waner had approached at some point. Her hot, delicate body pressed tightly against Xu Chen's back; even through the thin fabric, he could feel her startling elasticity.

Xu Chen released the breathless Lin Qingxue and looked back at Nangong Waner.

"What's the rush? Tonight, neither of you is getting away."

Xu Chen gave a low growl and directly tore off the cumbersome moon-white brocade robe he was wearing.

Clothes were cast aside completely.

Two distinctly different, top-tier Sword Intents faintly emerged in the void of the bedchamber.

Nangong Waner's Sword Intent was as passionate as fire, releasing her longing without reservation and proactively catering to Xu Chen's every movement. She was like a thorny rose blooming in a raging fire—beautiful, dangerous, yet impossible to resist.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingxue's Sword Intent was like a block of cold ice that had endured thousands of years of wind and frost.

Under Xu Chen's domineering yet gentle assault, this block of ice began to crack. It went from initial gritted-teeth endurance to a gradually clumsy response, and finally to complete melting.

Yin and Yang intersected, merging as harmoniously as water and milk.

On the wide bed, the red waves rolled.

Three figures intertwined in the dim light, forming a picture of exquisite artistic conception.

The night was like water, and the hazy moonlight filtered through the carved window lattices, spilling onto the floor of the bedchamber.

The room was filled with overflowing Sword Intent and lingering spring passion, intertwining for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, the clouds and rain finally ceased.

Xu Chen leaned lazily against the headboard, his toned chest covered in several faint scratch marks—the masterpieces left by Lin Qingxue when she completely lost control.

On his left and right sides lay two stunning beauties, drenched in fragrant sweat.

Nangong Waner was like a satiated kitten, resting on Xu Chen's left arm and sleeping soundly, a satisfied smile still hanging on the corner of her lips.

Lin Qingxue lay on the right side of Xu Chen's chest, her long black hair cascading softly. She was not yet asleep; in her cool eyes, only water-like tenderness and reliance remained.

Feeling Xu Chen's broad, large hand gently stroking her back, Lin Qingxue's body instinctively shrank further into his embrace.

"Does it hurt?" Xu Chen lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Lin Qingxue shook her head, two patches of blush rising on her cheeks.

"It doesn't hurt. It's just... it feels like a dream." Her voice still carried the raspiness and lethargy of the aftermath.

From the Sect Master of a sword sect fighting a lonely battle in the Lower Realm to now being protected under the wings of this domineering man, even sharing a bed with him. It all happened too fast—so fast that sometimes she didn't dare believe it was real.

"Since it's a dream, then let's dream it for a lifetime," Xu Chen chuckled softly, pulling her even closer.

Just then, a strange change suddenly occurred within Xu Chen's body.

Buzz!

The Hongmeng Creation Qi that had been flowing calmly in his Dantian suddenly seemed to be pulled by something and began to circulate frantically.

Simultaneously, two extremely pure and powerful Origins of the Dao of the Sword continuously flowed into his body through the skin where he was in contact with the two women.

These two Sword Intents intersected and fused within Xu Chen's Meridians, eventually transforming into an invincible Chaos Sword Qi that was directly imprinted into his Saint King Laws.

"This is..."

A flash of surprise crossed Xu Chen's eyes.

He knew that the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Art had the miraculous effect of Dual Cultivation nourishment, but he hadn't expected that after dual cultivating with two top-tier sword immortals simultaneously, he could directly intercept their deepest insights into the Dao of the Sword.

This meant that Xu Chen didn't need to sweat and toil practicing the sword on the Martial Arts Training Ground every day; he only needed to lie in bed to automatically gain the highest level of sword mastery.

"This 'soft rice' is tasting better and better."

Feeling the Chaos Sword Qi within him that was strong enough to shatter stars, Xu Chen sighed inwardly.

He composed his thoughts and closed his eyes.

With a beauty in each arm and soft jade in his embrace.

In this quiet night, Xu Chen gradually drifted into sleep to the sound of the two women's steady breathing.

The next morning.

The horizon had just begun to turn pale, and the first rays of sunlight hadn't yet dispersed the morning mist over the Eastern Wasteland.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

A series of urgent and resonant bell tolls suddenly erupted over the Xu Family Manor.

This was no ordinary morning bell; it was the 'Heaven-Shaking Bell' used by the Xu Family to signal the highest level of alarm.

Unless the clan faced the danger of extermination, it would never be rung.

Xu Chen snapped his eyes open in his sleep, a cold and sharp glint flashing through his deep eyes.

Without disturbing the still-sleeping Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue, he gently withdrew his arms, casually threw on a long robe, and with a flash of his body, vanished from the bedchamber.

Inside the Xu Family Discussion Hall.

The atmosphere was so heavy it felt as if it could drip water.

Grand Elder Xu Changsheng and a group of high-ranking Family members stood on both sides of the hall with ashen faces.

When Xu Chen strode into the hall and took his seat at the head, the Grand Elder immediately stepped forward, his voice carrying an imperceptible trace of gravity.

"Young Lord, an urgent report from the Star Observation Platform!"

"What happened?" Xu Chen frowned slightly.

The Grand Elder took a deep breath and reported in a low voice.

"The boundary wall that was torn when that Lower Realm Cultivator, Ye Chen, broke through to hunt down Miss Lin has never fully healed."

"Just now, the Star Observation Platform detected a massive amount of miasma gushing from that spatial rift. An unidentified army from another realm with an eerie aura is attempting to establish a bridgehead on our Eastern Wasteland territory through that rift!"

An army from another realm was pressing in.

Upon hearing this news, the laziness in Xu Chen's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by the rationality and coldness of the Young Master of the Imperial Clan who controlled everything.

"An army from another realm? Interesting."

Xu Chen sat in the large armchair, his fingers lightly tapping the table with a rhythmic 'da, da' sound.

Facing this sudden, unknown crisis, he showed no arrogance or underestimation of the enemy. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone an army that dared to invade across realms.

"Pass down my orders."

Xu Chen stopped tapping, his gaze like a torch as it swept over all the high-ranking members in the hall.

"Immediately activate the first layer of the Clan-Protecting Imperial Array. Simultaneously, have the intelligence network operate at full speed. Within half an hour, I want to know the number of troops, the types of units, and the detailed cultivation level of the commander of this extra-realm army."

"To dare build a bridgehead on my Xu Family's territory... This Young Lord would like to see how many lives they have to throw away."