45: Chapter 45 Don't even think about making me call you Master's Wife

The crowd fell completely silent, with only the sounds of sharp intakes of breath and hearts pounding wildly remaining.

Dead silence! An absolute, deathly silence enveloped the entire area inside and outside the Moonshadow Sect's mountain gate. Everyone, whether they were Moonshadow Sect Disciples or the Loose Cultivators watching from afar, was dumbfounded.

The self-detonation of over ten thousand pseudo-Golden Cores, along with True Person Wandan himself, had been obliterated by a single palm strike.

The two Golden Core True Persons of the Huoyan Sect... had self-detonated?

And that world-destroying explosion... had actually been brushed away by the Moonshadow Sect Revered Master with a single sleeve?!

It hadn't even damaged a shred of his clothing?!

If this wasn't a Nascent Soul True Lord, then what was it?!

After the immense shock, a tsunami-like wave of fanaticism and awe erupted.

"A Nascent Soul True Lord! It really is a Nascent Soul True Lord!"

"Heaven bless our Qing State! It's been five hundred years! Finally, another Nascent Soul True Lord has been born! The fourth Nascent Soul Old Ancestor!"

"The Moonshadow Sect! They are about to become the fourth great Fourth-Grade Sect in the Qing State!"

The crowd chattered excitedly, their gazes filled with yearning as they looked toward the Moonshadow Sect.

On a distant cliff, Abbess Yunqing, who was preparing to sneak away, heard these discussions, and her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot!

She felt immense regret in her heart! When she thought about how she had dared to spout nonsense in front of a Nascent Soul True Lord that day, and even threatened the other party with the Huoyan Sect...

She fearfully glanced at the god-like, devil-like figure in the sky, and not daring to linger for even a second, she grabbed the wrist of the equally terrified Su Meier, turned into two streaks of light, and fled in a panic without looking back.

Ling Hao raised his hand, and three faint lights flew from the battlefield ruins into his palm; they were the storage rings of Miao Changshi, Tang Ming, and Zhou Hei.

He casually put away the rings, his gaze sweeping faintly over the deserted cliff where the Revered Master and Disciple, Abbess Yunqing, had disappeared, a barely perceptible arc curving at the corner of his mouth.

"A million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, over a thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, plus a huge pile of various Talismans, Medicinal Pills, and spirit fruits..."

Ling Hao's Divine Thought swept through the three storage rings, his mouth curling slightly:

"Tsk, the net worth of three Golden Cores is richer than the treasury of a Second-Grade Sect."

His figure flickered, and he landed back in front of the Sect Main Hall, casually tossing the storage rings to Yu Lingshuang, who was waiting there:

"Ling Shuang, deposit these resources into the Sect's treasury; you handle the arrangements."

"Yes."

Yu Lingshuang took them, her cold, clear eyes sweeping over Ling Hao with a hint of a smile.

More resources had been added to the account. If it could be like this every day, Yu Lingshuang wouldn't mind if people came to cause trouble.

However, if the visitors were above the Golden Core Late Stage, she could only trouble the Sect Master. Anyway, he was either instructing his own Disciples or instructing other Disciples.

Just as Ling Hao turned to leave, a soft, delicate body, carrying a sweet, fragrant scent, crashed into his arms unexpectedly.

"Revered Master!"

The familiar softness pressed tightly against his chest, and the rich, unique fragrance of the young girl instantly lingered at the tip of his nose.

Ling Hao's body stiffened slightly; in his arms, two full, elastic mounds were transmitting searing warmth and soft weight through the thin clothing.

Both rose and fell slightly with their owner's rapid breathing, pressing tightly against his heartbeat.

An indescribable palpitation instantly spread from the point of contact, causing Ling Hao's own heartbeat to uncontrollably quicken by several beats.

Ling Hao helplessly rubbed his forehead. This eldest Disciple...

Last time she hugged his arm, this time she threw herself directly into his arms?

He subconsciously began to reprimand her: "Xiao He, you girl, there are so many people watching..."

Although he said this, Ling Hao's arms seemed to have a mind of their own, showing no intention of pushing her away.

The strange sensation of holding such a fragrant, soft beauty made him somewhat... reluctant to let go.

Just as Ling Hao's mind was in a slight state of disarray, Chi Wanhe, who was nestled in his arms, was reliving the scene from the night of the Moon Eclipse in her mind.

In the warm pavilion, candlelight flickered.

Chi Shuying was dressed in a soft, pale pink gown, sitting with dignity on a soft couch, her brows carrying the gentleness and charm accumulated over the years.

Having reshaped her Physical Body, she had regained some fullness, adding to the graceful demeanor of a mature, beautiful woman.

Chi Shuying looked with a smile at Chi Wanhe, who was shyly lowering her head in front of her,

"Wanhe,"

"Tell Old Ancestor, when you were looking at Revered Master before, was your heart beating especially fast?"

Chi Wanhe's earlobes turned red, and she said softly:

"Old Ancestor... please don't make fun of me..."

Chi Shuying gently stroked the top of her head, her fingertips carrying warmth: "The origin of love is the most natural thing. Liking Revered Master is an upright and honorable thing; why be shy?"

Chi Wanhe relaxed a little, but then felt uneasy:

"But... what if Revered Master..."

"What if he doesn't like you?"

Chi Shuying continued with a smile, her almond eyes slightly curved,

"My good Wanhe, you are naturally gifted and lovely, obedient and considerate; who wouldn't like you? Hold onto a sincere heart and boldly approach him. Sincerity can move even metal and stone."

Her gaze lingered for a moment on her slender, beautiful legs wrapped in plain white silk stockings, the smile in her eyes deepening:

"Old Ancestor will help you figure out some elegant dresses; the styles will surely accentuate your exquisite figure... paired with this touch of plain white, it will surely make his eyes light up."

"Xiao He, Xiao He, are you alright..."

A gentle voice interrupted Chi Wanhe's recollection, and she subconsciously replied,

"I'm fine!"

"Pfft—"

A few laughs came, and Chi Wanhe looked around, seeing the mischievous smiles on the faces of those around her.

Feeling the embrace that Revered Master had not pushed away and the strong heartbeat coming from his chest, Chi Wanhe's heart was instantly filled with immense courage.

She raised her head, her moist eyes looking directly at Ling Hao, carrying a bit of a young girl's petulance, but also unprecedented firmness:

"Hmph! I just like holding Revered Master like this!"

Ling Hao was slightly stunned. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his eldest Disciple seemed exceptionally bright and moving today.

Her dark hair was like clouds, making her small face appear even more fair and delicate. Within that elegant charm between her brows and eyes, a few traces of alluring, captivating femininity had quietly bloomed.

After Chi Wanhe finished speaking, her eyes darted around, carrying a hint of hidden triumph and declaration as she swept her gaze over the graceful Qin Zhaoxue and Du Yuqing standing not far away.

Hmph! I am the Senior Sister! Revered Master's embrace is mine!

Want me to call you Revered Master's Wife? Don't even think about it!

...Outside Qiling Town.

Qu Mianbei patted his chest, his face full of lingering fear:

"That was a Nascent Soul True Lord! Crushing me to death is easier than crushing an ant..."

He was terrified that the other party would remember a small character like him and crush him to death casually. On second thought, Qu Mianbei grinned self-deprecatingly:

"Heh, what am I? Why would a Nascent Soul Old Ancestor specifically come to trouble me? I think too highly of myself!"

Having witnessed Ling Hao's heaven-defying methods with his own eyes, the last trace of disrespect Qu Mianbei held for the Moonshadow Sect was completely extinguished; he had not a single thought of resistance left.

Thinking this through, his whole body felt light, his steps were brisk, and he even hummed a little tune.

"Hehe,"

He touched his chin, feeling a bit smug, "This True Lord is quite interesting; back then he pretended to be at the fourth level of Qi Refining to scare me, a first-level Qi Refining cultivator? He was clearly just playing in the Mortal World!"

The more he thought about it, the more interesting he found it,

"Tsk tsk, this counts as the most 'glorious' thing in my life. In the future, when I brag, I'll say I was 'looked after' by a Nascent Soul True Lord!"

"Ouch! Which bastard is blocking the way?!"

While feeling good, Qu Mianbei bumped into a hard object and immediately started cursing. Rubbing his forehead and looking closely, his expression changed suddenly:

"It... it's you?!"

Standing in front of him was the white-clothed youth who had previously lost nine Spirit Stones to him in a bet. The youth was expressionless, his eyes as cold as an abyss, approaching step by step.

Qu Mianbei trembled all over, his teeth chattering as if he had met a natural predator. A strong desire to survive made him scream:

"You... what do you want?! The Spirit Stones are mine! I won!"

He threatened, putting on a brave front:

"I'm warning you! The Moonshadow Sect's Nascent Soul True Lord has 'looked after' me! If you touch me, that Lord won't spare you!"

"Don't come over! Get lost—!" Qu Mianbei roared in terror, turning to flee.

The white-clothed youth raised a hand in the air and slightly clenched his five fingers.

"Urgh!" Qu Mianbei's body was suddenly gripped by an invisible force around his throat and lifted into mid-air. He kicked his legs wildly, his face turning purple, his eyes filled with fear.

The white-clothed youth's clenching hand gave a gentle tremor.

Qu Mianbei, suspended in mid-air, instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist and flesh, which fell rustling to the ground.

The youth beckoned with his other hand, and the worn-out Storage Pouch at Qu Mianbei's waist flew into his palm. Ignoring the miscellaneous items, he precisely extracted the nine Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

He closed his five fingers! Crack! The nine Spirit Stones turned into powder and slipped through his fingers.

The youth shook off the powder, his voice cold:

"Hmph, even in the Fusang Province, no one can win a bet against me without paying the price. Let alone in this backwater place..."

He slowly turned his head, his cold gaze cast toward the direction of the Moonshadow Sect, and a trace of extremely subtle apprehension flickered deep in his eyes:

"Nascent Soul Stage... this is a bit troublesome."

Standing still for a moment, his figure flickered, turning into a pale streak of light, and he sped off toward the northeast—the direction of the Huoyan Sect.