54: Chapter 54 Red candles dimly illuminate the silken curtains; on this beautiful night, I thank the emperor for his grace.

Hehuan Sect, Main Peak Sleeping Palace.

The night was deep, and the moonlight was like water.

Tonight, the Hehuan Sect was exceptionally quiet, as if even the wind understood the romance of the moment and quietly slowed its pace.

Inside the sleeping palace, the bright Spirit Stone lamps were not lit; instead, dozens of red candles as thick as a child's arm were burning.

The flickering candlelight bathed the entire room in an ambiguous, warm red, and the air was filled with a faint, intoxicating scent of storax incense.

Wang Yang had already bathed and changed into a loose white silk robe. He leaned against a large soft couch covered in Spirit Beast fur, holding a cup of spiritual wine, his eyes burning as he looked ahead.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the beauty who had promised him a "special reward" tonight.

"Creak—"

The heavy sandalwood door was gently pushed open.

Wang Yang put down his wine glass and looked over with a smile. Suddenly, his eyes snapped into focus, and an expression of unbelievable joy appeared on his Face.

The person who entered was not just Ye Qingcheng.

There was also Su Qingge, her Face blushing, holding a guqin, looking like a startled little deer!

"This..."

Wang Yang was stunned. Happiness had come so suddenly that it caught him a bit off guard.

Ye Qingcheng was breathtakingly beautiful tonight.

She had shed the cold armor of the vengeful female sword immortal she wore during the day and changed into a fire-red gauze dress.

The neckline was slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones and a breathtaking glimpse of snowy white skin.

She was barefoot, with a string of small silver bells tied around her ankles. With every step she took, they made a crisp, melodious sound, as if stepping directly onto one's heartstrings.

Su Qingge, on the other hand, wore an elegant moon-white dress, her temperament as cold and pure as an immortal's. But at this moment, her stunning Face was as red as a ripe apple, and she kept her head lowered, not daring to look at Wang Yang at all.

"Husband~"

Ye Qingcheng closed the door and pulled the bashful Su Qingge over to Wang Yang. She gave a graceful bow, her voice seductive to the core:

"Husband helped me with my revenge, so I shall perform the [Heavenly Demon Dance] for you."

"But Qingcheng felt that a solo dance would inevitably be monotonous and lacked the accompaniment of music to liven things up."

"So..."

She turned to look at Su Qingge, smiling like a little fox that had just stolen a treat:

"I specially invited Sister Qingge to accompany me."

Looking at these two stunning figures, one in red and one in white, Wang Yang felt his throat go dry.

The blessing of having two wives?

"Qingge..." Wang Yang looked at Su Qingge, his eyes full of playfulness. "You're usually the most thin-skinned. How could you agree to Qingcheng's... ahem, such an absurd request tonight?"

Hearing this, Su Qingge's Face turned even redder. She shot a fierce glare at Ye Qingcheng and muttered softly:

"It's all because Sister Qingcheng... she's too cunning!"

"She tempted me with that [god-level beauty preservation pill]!"

It turned out that after the revenge ended in the afternoon.

To give Wang Yang a huge surprise, Ye Qingcheng had specifically sought out Su Qingge.

Su Qingge had refused at first.

Was she joking? Playing the zither for her husband was fine, but in such an embarrassing setting?

She came from a prestigious Family; did she not care about her Face anymore?

But Ye Qingcheng directly pulled out her ultimate weapon—the two [god-level beauty preservation pills] that Wang Yang had given her for completing a mission, which she hadn't been able to bring herself to eat.

Ye Qingcheng said: "Sister, this is Divine-Grade. Eat one, and you'll have eternal youth, never age, and your skin will be so tender you could squeeze water out of it. Look at Sister Ruyan's skin now; it's almost catching up to yours. Aren't you worried?"

Su Qingge: "I..."

Ye Qingcheng: "As long as you help me with the accompaniment tonight, this Medicinal Pill is yours."

Su Qingge: "Deal!"

In this cultivation world, no female cultivator could refuse the temptation of a god-level beauty preservation pill.

And so, the once aloof Su Qingge sold out her integrity for the sake of beauty.

"Hahahaha!"

After hearing the explanation, Wang Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Good! What a god-level beauty preservation pill!"

"Qingcheng, this benefit you've given your husband is simply too good!"

"Come, don't just stand there. I can't wait any longer."

With a wave of his hand, Wang Yang signaled for the performance to begin.

Su Qingge took a deep breath, suppressed her shame, and sat down by the bed with her guqin.

She adjusted her breathing, and her slender jade fingers gently plucked the strings.

Zheng—

The music began.

At first, it was like a clear mountain spring, tinkling and crystal clear.

Gradually, the tune turned lingering and sentimental, like a weeping complaint or a lover's whisper, plucking at the heartstrings.

Accompanied by the music, Ye Qingcheng moved.

Her long sleeves flicked lightly, and her red dress fluttered.

The [Heavenly Demon Dance] was the top seductive dance in the cultivation world.

It wasn't a vulgar display, but a charm that struck directly at the Soul.

Ye Qingcheng spun and leaped in the shadows of the red candles.

Her eyes were sometimes as pure as a young girl's and sometimes as enchanting as a demoness's.

The fire-red hem of her dress was like a blooming Equinox Flower, rising and falling with her movements.

Her slender jade legs were half-hidden, and the snowy white skin occasionally revealed during her spins gleamed with an ivory luster under the candlelight.

Ling ling ling...

The silver bells on her ankles, coordinated with Su Qingge's music, formed a strange rhythm.

Every chime felt like it was striking against Wang Yang's heartbeat.

Wang Yang leaned on the soft couch, the wine glass in his hand long since set down.

His gaze closely followed the red figure, while also glancing from time to time at the white figure in the corner who was focused yet shy while playing the zither.

This double feast for the eyes and ears, this double satisfaction of psychology and physiology, made him feel like the happiest man in the Myriad Realms!

Finally.

The music grew rapid, like rain hitting banana leaves.

Ye Qingcheng's dance steps also became faster and more urgent.

At last.

Zheng!

The music came to an abrupt halt.

With a beautiful spin, Ye Qingcheng, carrying a gust of fragrant wind, threw herself directly into Wang Yang's arms.

"Husband... was this dance performed well?"

Her Face was like a peach blossom, she was panting, and a layer of fine fragrant sweat had broken out on her forehead. Her watery eyes reflected only Wang Yang's image.

Wang Yang grabbed her supple waist and lowered his head to give her a fierce kiss on the lips:

"A reward! A heavy reward!"

Having said that, he didn't stop there. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Su Qingge, who was about to sneak away with her zither in the corner.

"Sister Qingge, where are you running to?"

"Since you've accepted the pill, you must provide the full service."

Wang Yang gave a wicked smile and pointed his finger.

[Domain Power: Attract!]

"Ah!"

Su Qingge let out a startled cry as her body flew uncontrollably into the air, landing directly into Wang Yang's wide embrace, held right on his other side.

One in each arm!

"Husband... don't..."

Su Qingge was so ashamed she buried her head in Wang Yang's chest, not daring to look at Ye Qingcheng beside her at all.

"What are you afraid of? We're all Family."

Ye Qingcheng was already moved by passion. She smiled seductively and reached out to gently lift Su Qingge's chin:

"Sister, you've already eaten the pill. It's too late to try and run now."

"Let us sisters serve our husband well together."

A spark popped from the red candle.

The red curtains slowly fell, obscuring the spring-like scene in the room.

Only the two pairs of embroidered shoes placed in front of the couch—one pair red, one pair white—rested quietly together, as if telling of the absurdity and sweetness of tonight.

(Ten thousand words omitted here.)

All that was known was that on this night, on the main peak of the Hehuan Sect, the zither and flute played in harmony, never ceasing throughout the night.