544: Chapter 544 Because of her flat chest, I like it

"Moon... Moon Shadow Sect Master!"

Yan Hongwei's voice suddenly rose, her face filled with horror.

She recognized this face. She had seen the portrait in the intelligence files more than once.

As one of the three great families of the Golden Crow Holy Land, the Yan Family had a Tribulation Transcendence Stage expert overseeing it. Placed outside, it was an eighth-grade power that could rival or even surpass an eighth-grade Sect, so naturally, they would have intelligence on the Moon Shadow Sect Master.

How could the Moon Shadow Sect Master appear here? The entire defensive array of the Golden Crow Tower hadn't reacted at all!

As Ling Hao's figure descended from the air, he reached out and pulled Saintess Yan Xueyuan into his embrace.

When Saintess Yan Xueyuan was held, she struggled violently for a moment, her hands pressing against his chest, wanting to push him away.

But under Ling Hao's firm strength, she quickly softened.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan's fingers curled slightly, eventually gripping his lapels, burying her face in his chest, quiet and dependent.

Ling Hao held her, his nose catching the faint scent drifting from her hair.

He secretly wondered to himself. This was clearly a puppet body carved from fusang wood, yet the exterior was soft, fragrant, and warm, exactly like a real person. As for the inside... better not to mention it.

As for the rise and fall on her chest... he knew it was padded, but touching it, feeling it through the fabric, it felt soft and warm, which wasn't bad at all.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan curled up in Ling Hao's arms, feeling the warm masculine aura on him and his broad, steady embrace, feeling so at ease she wanted to close her eyes.

Although she had pushed him a moment ago, it was merely because she didn't want him to think she was someone who could be trifled with at will—though the result was the same.

Ling Hao looked down at her, a smile on his lips, teasingly saying:

"It seems I still had to step in."

"What's wrong, did you miss me?"

"Who missed you."

Saintess Yan Xueyuan said with her mouth, but her body pressed another inch into his embrace, like a cat finding the sunniest spot.

The two stood there as if no one else was around.

"If you didn't miss me, then let's have a kiss."

Ling Hao raised his hand, his fingertips lifting her chin, leaning down slightly, his warm breath brushing against her slightly trembling eyelashes, and then he kissed her forehead lightly.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan, being treated like this in front of others, felt both embarrassed and annoyed, turning her head away, her voice muffled:

"...You jerk."

Yan Hongwei stood where she was, watching this scene, a boom resounding in her mind.

She suddenly realized a terrifying thing.

The Old Ancestor was a woman, that was one thing. The Golden Crow Holy Son did not like women, she hadn't seen the Young Master Liu of the Dongming Liu Family, and the Moon Shadow Sect Master... these people of overwhelming power or cultivation, regardless of gender, all seemed to be revolving around this fake daughter.

Why? Why?!

"Why?!"

Her voice became shrill as if tearing:

"Why do you all like her?! What is so good about her?! Her talent is so poor! She's just a fake! Why?!"

Ling Hao looked up, observing Yan Hongwei's face twisted by jealousy:

"There is no why. Just because I like her, that's enough."

"Heh—"

Yan Hongwei laughed at herself.

In terms of cultivation, she was at the fifth level of Body Integration, far surpassing her first level; in terms of personality and appearance, she was on par with her—she considered herself better looking than Saintess Yan Xueyuan by a margin;

In terms of personality, she was gentle with others, a thousand times better than that proud and arrogant face of hers;

In terms of figure... in terms of figure...

Yan Hongwei suddenly looked down, staring at the upright and full curves of her own chest, and a thread seemed to connect in her mind.

She looked up again abruptly, staring fixedly at Saintess Yan Xueyuan's side profile, her gaze pinned on the arc supported by the fabric.

"Golden Crow Holy Son, Young Master Liu of the Dongming Liu Family, and you too—"

She muttered, her voice getting lower and lower, but her eyes getting brighter and brighter, as if she had discovered a great secret,

"I know why they like you."

Saintess Yan Xueyuan turned around, leaning in Ling Hao's arms, tilting her head slightly to look at Yan Hongwei, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She wanted to hear what this so-called "sister" could come up with.

"Because you are flat-chested!!!"

Saintess Yan Xueyuan: !!!

She straightened up abruptly, subconsciously puffing out her chest, her tone rising by three points:

"I am not flat-chested!"

Yan Hongwei sneered, disdainfully:

"Do you think I don't know that your chest is padded! Those Materials you used to refine the chest pads..."

It's padded. It's padded. It's padded.

She couldn't hear the rest, the three words echoing back and forth in her mind, reverberating layer by layer.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan was petrified. She stood there, frozen as if struck by lightning.

It had been found out. The secret she had guarded for so many years had been exposed to her face just like that.

Her cheeks flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye, bluffing:

"I am just flat-chested... so what?! They like me, it has absolutely nothing to do with being flat-chested! Pfft... they don't like me... no... they like me..."

She spoke incoherently, not even knowing what she was saying herself.

The Golden Crow Holy Son didn't like her, he just coveted the Dao Fruit in her body; she hadn't even met that Young Master Liu; and him... that jerk had clearly said he was a staunch member of the big-chest party.

In other words—none of the three of them liked her being flat-chested?

But subconsciously, she secretly hoped that Ling Hao liked it. This contradiction made her think more and more chaotically, and she spoke with less and less confidence.

Ling Hao watched her angry and embarrassed appearance, unable to help but laugh.

He reached out and pulled Saintess Yan Xueyuan back into his arms:

"That's right, I just like flat chests. Small ones, aren't they also very cute?"

"As the saying goes, distant mountains contain black, not as good as a flat expanse; waves rising and falling are not as good as a clear moon across the sky. With fat-like skin and jade bones as the frame, without superfluous weight, it is clean and pure like snow covering green plains."

"When Spiritual Qi flows, it is most smooth; when close to the heart pulse, it can best perceive the Origin of Heaven and Earth. Those with nothing on their chest have nothing to distract their hearts. Those who are flat-chested are the proof of a Dao Heart!"

"Don't you feel that a flat chest can be held in one hand, the palm just happens to be able to gather that bit of cool arc. Without extra ups and downs, leaving only a shallow arc in the palm, it is just right!"

Ling Hao finished speaking and nodded as if it were a serious matter.

If you didn't listen to the voice and just looked at his expression, you would think he was earnestly evaluating some rare spiritual item.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan widened her eyes looking at Ling Hao, as if she had seen a ghost—how could this person say such things so righteously?

Beside her, Gan Yiyi subconsciously touched her own chest, her fingertips grasping and releasing, soft.

She clearly remembered that the last time the Master grabbed here and ravaged her fiercely, he praised her for being just the right size... was she so dizzy with pleasure at the time that she misremembered?

Yan Hongwei listened, stunned. She thought for a long time but couldn't understand why anyone would like such a barren chest?

But it sounded like it made some sense?

Soon, Yan Hongwei came back to her senses and sneered at Saintess Yan Xueyuan: "It seems I guessed right. They really do like your flat chest."

Saintess Yan Xueyuan: ... She suddenly didn't want to talk anymore.

"Hmph, Saintess Yan Xueyuan, you actually dare to seduce—pfft—collude with the Moon Shadow Sect Master! This is betrayal! It is in vain that the Golden Crow Holy Son spent so much effort on you!"

Saintess Yan Xueyuan, hearing this, laughed out of extreme anger.

She looked up, watching Yan Hongwei's face twisted by anger, her voice turning cold:

"Effort? He just wants the Dao Fruit inside me."

Dao Fruit?

Yan Hongwei's breathing suddenly hitched.

Of course she had heard that rumor—that the Fusang Supreme perished together with the Ancient Demon, and only the Dao Fruit remained in the world, and those who obtained the Dao Fruit had the hope of achieving Mahayana on the spot.

She had always thought it was just a rumor, but at this moment, Saintess Yan Xueyuan said it herself...

The Dao Fruit is real? And it's on this girl?

The rumor is true?!

Dao Fruit! The Dao Fruit of a Mahayana Supreme!

Yan Hongwei stood there, her expression changing several times, ecstasy first surging in her eyes, then extinguished by a layer of cold reality.

Even if the Dao Fruit were real, it wouldn't be her turn.

In front of her, there was the Old Ancestor watching, the Saint watching, the Young Master of the Dongming Liu Family watching, and this Moon Shadow Sect Master in front of her was also watching.

As a direct descendant of the Yan Family at the fifth level of Body Integration, caught between these Mahayana and Tribulation Transcendence figures, she could only watch.