95: Chapter 95 Flying Boat Daily Life: Wan'er, the long night is sleepless?

In the boundless void, the galaxy sparkled like a glowing ribbon stretched across the heavens.

A pitch-black flying boat, devoid of any markings, drifted through the sea of stars like a ghost.

Though its exterior was low-key, a closer look revealed faint Dao patterns flowing across the hull—a top-tier defensive formation capable of withstanding a full-strength strike from a Saint.

At this moment, on the observation deck at the top of the flying boat.

Xu Chen leaned lazily against a soft couch, swirling a glass of amber spiritual wine as he gazed at the magnificent nebula in the distance.

He had to admit, after leaving the Young Emperors Palace—filled with the scent of milk and parenting advice—he missed his wife and children, but this long-lost air of freedom still brought him a sense of comfort.

No nagging from elders, no endless diaper changes, only the leisure of drinking under the starlight.

"Husband."

A soft voice came from behind, breaking the silence.

Xu Chen turned his head, and the sight before him made his hand holding the wine glass pause slightly.

Nangong Waner had arrived on the deck at some unknown point.

Usually, she wore capable martial attire with an ancient sword on her back, exuding a heroic aura. But tonight, she had changed into a white gauze dress as pure as moonlight.

The thin fabric clung to her body, which was exceptionally firm and well-proportioned from years of sword practice. As the breeze blew, the hem of her skirt fluttered, faintly outlining her long, straight, jade-like legs.

Her ponytail, usually tied high, was now let down over her shoulders, making her look less sharp and more soft and charming than ever before.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Xu Chen put down his glass and smiled, beckoning her over.

"Is the bed on this flying boat too hard? Are you not used to it?"

Nangong Waner blushed and sat down beside Xu Chen. She didn't answer directly but, imitating him, looked up at the starry sky, a hint of irrepressible loneliness in her eyes.

"Husband, look at the stars."

She spoke softly, her voice somewhat ethereal.

"Every one of them has its own place and is shining."

"Just like the sisters at home. Sister Qingge has Dabao, Sister Liuli has the Dragon and Phoenix Twins, and even Sister Hongyi and Master are pregnant..."

At this point, she turned her head, her clear eyes misting over as she stared fixedly at Xu Chen.

"Husband, am I useless?"

"I am Born with a Sword Spirit, and the sword qi in my body is too strong. Is that why I... I can't seem to get pregnant?"

Hearing this, Xu Chen's heart softened.

He had originally thought this girl was a heartless sword fanatic, but he hadn't expected her to be so delicate and sensitive. It seemed that a house full of pregnant women had indeed put a lot of pressure on her.

"Silly girl, what are you overthinking?"

Xu Chen reached out and pulled her into his arms, letting her lean against his chest.

"Your state of being Born with a Sword Spirit is a rare constitution in this world, how could it be useless? As for children..."

He gently stroked Waner's smooth long hair and comforted her warmly:

"It's just because the time hasn't come yet. Look at Hongyi; wasn't she anxious before too? But then she had twins. Maybe when you conceive, it'll be even more impressive than hers."

"Really?"

Nangong Waner looked up, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes.

"Of course it's true."

Xu Chen promised solemnly.

"And besides, didn't we come out this time for exactly this? It's just the two of us on this journey, no Dabao crying, no elders disturbing us—time, place, and people are all in alignment."

Hearing this, Nangong Waner's cheeks instantly flushed red, the color spreading all the way to her ears.

She bit her lip, seemingly having made a decision.

Suddenly.

She straightened up from Xu Chen's embrace, pressing her hands against his shoulders. In her bright eyes, the original shyness was gradually replaced by the determination of a sword cultivator.

"Husband is right."

"The way of the sword cultivator lies in perseverance and diligent practice."

"Since the time hasn't come, then Waner will... practice until it does!"

Having said that, she didn't give Xu Chen a chance to react and lowered her head, clumsily but passionately kissing his lips.

Her kiss carried a youthful recklessness, just like when she first started learning sword techniques—without any pattern, but with all her heart.

Xu Chen was stunned for a moment, then a smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

This girl, not only is her swordsmanship direct, but even her advances are so "straightforward"?

But...

He liked it.

Xu Chen was no longer passive; he took the lead, his large hand cupping the back of her head as he deepened the kiss.

The spiritual wine on the deck was knocked over, the mellow liquid spilling onto the floor, but no one paid it any mind.

"Waner, you brought this on yourself."

Xu Chen released her, looking at the panting beauty before him whose eyes were filled with desire. His voice became hoarse and deep.

"The night is long indeed, perfect for... practicing the sword."

"Husband... please instruct me."

Nangong Waner was already lost in passion. She gripped Xu Chen's lapels tightly, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz, yet carrying a desperate courage.

In the next moment.

Xu Chen waved his hand, and an isolation formation instantly enveloped the entire deck, completely cutting off the starlight and the outside world, leaving only a private space for the two of them.

The gauze dress slipped off, like a white cloud falling to the ground.

Nangong Waner finally experienced the "out-of-body" sensation her sisters had mentioned.

She felt like a small boat, rising and falling in the vast ocean that was Xu Chen.

...

After an unknown amount of time.

The clouds gathered and the rain ceased.

The flying boat continued to move forward silently.

Nangong Waner curled up in Xu Chen's arms like a lazy kitten, already fast asleep. There were still tear marks at the corners of her eyes, but a satisfied smile played on her lips, clearly dreaming a good dream.

Xu Chen pulled a robe over her, gently covering her to prevent the cold of the void from harming her body.

He lowered his head and pressed a kiss on Waner's smooth forehead, then looked up, his gaze piercing through the formation toward the direction the flying boat was heading.

At the end of his vision.

A vast continent shrouded in dark red demonic clouds was already faintly visible.

That was the legendary Wan Yao Domain.