262: Chapter 262 Turning the sisters into specimens and lining them up!

Boom!

The giant hand shattered on the spot, and bloody mist scattered everywhere.

Yin Tianzheng was shaken backward several steps by this sudden attack, and he was forced to let go of Goddess Ye Qingqiu's throat.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Goddess Ye Qingqiu's body fell from mid-air, landing heavily on the ground, coughing violently.

The space crack expanded.

A figure wearing a yin-yang dharma robe stepped out.

In his arms, he was holding a woman dressed in dark gold palace attire.

Cao Kun stood in the Void Realm, looking down at Yin Tianzheng with cold eyes.

"Taking advantage of my absence to touch my private property."

"Old dog, you're quite brave, or should I say... have you lived enough?"

Yin Tianzheng stabilized his figure, and after seeing the Face of the person who arrived, his expression changed drastically.

He clearly remembered the scene of their last encounter.

This brat clearly only had the cultivation of the Late Soul Transformation Stage, yet he had withstood a palm strike from his Integration Stage Peak cultivation.

And now, his aura was even stronger!

Seeing that familiar figure, Mo Yao's tense nerves finally relaxed.

She let out a breath in a pathetic display of relief.

Then, she immediately straightened her Face.

She couldn't let that dead scumbag see that she had been waiting for him.

How embarrassing.

As for Goddess Ye Qingqiu, who had been thrown to the ground, her reaction was much more direct.

She scrambled up from the ground, not bothering to tidy her disheveled purple hair, tears pooling in her eyes, and complained aggrievedly.

"Brother Cao Kun! You're finally back!"

"This old thing bullied Qingqiu! He grabbed my neck! And he wanted to take me away by force!"

"Wuwuwu, Qingqiu was so scared, I thought I would never see Brother again..."

She cried like rain, looking pitiful and moving.

Paired with her dark purple gauze dress, which had been torn into a mess, and the clear red finger marks on her fair neck.

She was the spitting image of a pitiful beauty bullied by a tyrant.

But this sweet, bone-chillingly charming "Brother Cao Kun"...

…actually stunned Empress Yue Chan, who was in Cao Kun's arms.

Yue Chan looked down at the disheveled woman in purple on the ground.

Wasn't this the yandere goddess from the Lingxiao Divine Kingdom who had chased Cao Kun across the wilderness trying to drain him dry last time?

Why was she here?

Why did she call Cao Kun "Brother"?

Why was her tone so intimate?

Yue Chan's gaze swept toward the spicy girl with the wheat-colored skin wearing the strange white dress not far away.

Who was this?

Why was she also in this Immortal Cave?

Why was there a Cloud Bed in this cave?

Why was the quilt on the Cloud Bed so wrinkled?

What on earth had happened here?

Questions lined up in Yue Chan's mind, and with each one that popped out, her expression darkened a notch.

Looking at the scraps of clothing scattered all over this Immortal Cave.

The scene was too rich.

Rich enough that it only took Yue Chan two seconds to piece together a complete storyline.

Good!

So going out to run "small errands" actually meant doing these unspeakable little things!

And as for the "local specialties," she could indeed see two living, breathing, large-scale local specialties right now.

Yue Chan's jade hand accurately found the soft flesh at Cao Kun's waist and twisted it a full circle.

Cao Kun grimaced in pain.

This Empress was jealous way too fast; her hand was truly ruthless!

Yue Chan leaned close to his ear, her voice colder than the wind outside the cave.

"Great Philanthropist Cao."

"Would you like me to go to the trouble of clearing out a more spacious place for you?"

"Perhaps my imperial bedchamber? After all, wherever you, Great Philanthropist Cao, go, you manage to turn people's Immortal Caves into your own backyard."

Facing this massive Shura field that would cause any man to suffer social death on the spot...

Cao Kun calmly put Yue Chan down.

Then, without changing his expression, he cleared his throat.

Formally beginning the most difficult social challenge of his life.

"Empress wife, please calm your anger. As the saying goes, all sisters within the four seas are one family, so don't be so distant."

"Come, let me introduce you."

He pointed at Goddess Ye Qingqiu, who was lying on the ground acting spoiled.

"This one in purple is Little Twelve, Qingqiu."

He then pointed at Mo Yao, who was leaning against the cave wall.

"That one with the healthy skin and long legs is Little Eleven, Mo Yao."

The Immortal Cave went silent for a moment.

Even Yin Tianzheng, who was fuming with Killing Intent on the side, was stunned, forgetting what he had come here to do.

Then, a sentence that would go down in the history of the cultivation world tumbled out of Cao Kun's mouth.

"According to the rules of entering the house, you are actually ranked Little Thirteen. But I'll give you Face and let you be the First Wife."

He patted Yue Chan's shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"No need to thank me too much, this is what I should do."

Yue Chan's mind buzzed.

"Little... Little Thirteen?!"

She, the dignified Empress of Great Yan, the supreme existence worshipped by all people.

In this rascal's mouth, she had actually become a concubine ranked thirteenth?!

And with these two right here, did that mean this jerk had at least ten more women outside?!

Yue Chan subconsciously recalled Liu Rumeng, who had entered the Divine Ruins with them previously and was now mysteriously missing.

Case solved!

Those women were definitely part of the first ten!

Mo Yao, not far away, also had her worldview shattered at this moment.

She had thought the noble woman Cao Kun brought back looked familiar, and upon closer inspection, wasn't this the Empress of Great Yan who was famous throughout the Northern Region?!

And listening to this tone, the Empress had to rank behind her as the thirteenth sister?!

Mo Yao and Yue Chan's eyes met in the air for a moment.

Immediately, they looked at Cao Kun in unison.

The same sentence flashed through both of their minds.

"This beast!"

As for Goddess Ye Qingqiu, whose neural pathways were fundamentally different from normal people...

Her focus had completely shifted off the normal track at this moment.

She tilted her little head and counted on her jade fingers.

"Plus this fierce First Wife..."

"Twelve annoying sisters in total."

"If I turned the twelve sisters into twelve specimens of different styles and lined them up..."

"Hmm, that scene would be spectacular."

"That way, when Brother Cao Kun opens his eyes every day, he would only see Qingqiu."

"Yes, that's what I'll do. Brother Cao Kun will definitely praise Qingqiu for being sensible..."

Thinking of this, Goddess Ye Qingqiu's cheeks flushed, and she let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Just at this delicate moment when the harem was on fire.

A cold voice came from the other end of the Immortal Cave.

"Enough!!!"

"I was wondering who it was."

Yin Tianzheng had finally recovered from the embarrassment of being shaken back by the Sword Qi earlier.

He flexed his numbed wrist, and the spiritual power of the Integration Stage Peak surged around his body again.

Black mist seeped out from under his python robe, filling the entire Immortal Cave.

"Since you delivered yourselves to my door, I'll save myself a second trip."

Yin Tianzheng's gaze swept over the three women behind Cao Kun one by one.

"Today, none of you are leaving!"

Facing Yin Tianzheng's rage.

Yue Chan, although angry at Cao Kun's philandering and shamelessness, wishing she could poke thirteen transparent holes in him...

But with a powerful enemy before them, her perspective and rationality as the Empress of Great Yan allowed her to distinguish priorities.

Regardless, internal conflicts could be resolved behind closed doors later.

But if a stray dog outside dared to bark at her man, it had to be killed first!

Yue Chan looked cold, shaking off the large hand that Cao Kun was still trying to take advantage with.

Then, she waved her jade hand.

Two gentle streams of spiritual power shot out.

One lifted Goddess Ye Qingqiu from the ground, and one wrapped around Mo Yao in the corner.

Forcibly pulling the two women behind her.

At this moment, Yue Chan's dignity as the Empress of Great Yan was fully displayed.

She had quite the air of a First Wife protecting her own.

"You be careful yourself. Once I'm done dealing with this old thing, I'll settle the score with you later!"

Yu Linglong