546: Chapter 546 I believe your explanation

Four Seasons Heaven and Earth Courtyard.

The door of the guest room closed behind them, cutting off all the sounds outside.

Ling Hao had just placed Saintess Yan Xueyuan by the edge of the couch when she suddenly reached out, grabbed his lapels, and tears welled up:

"You left right after asking about the sub-cauldron... Did you just want to abandon me after using me? Do you want that Dao fruit too? What she said—is it true?"

Ling Hao raised his hand and wiped away the tear tracks rolling down her cheeks:

"Don't cry."

Saintess Yan Xueyuan was still crying. In fact, she had suppressed her emotions for far too long, and those fears and self-doubts surged out like water from a breached dam.

She had always been a person lacking a sense of security inside.

At first, she thought the Yan Family was her harbor, only to later discover that the Old Ancestor only wanted the Dao fruit inside her body;

Later, she became the Saintess, but it was nothing more than a cage given to her by the Saint. She was like a puppet blown back and forth by the wind, thinking she had roots, when in reality she was always suspended mid-air.

Until she met Ling Hao.

At first, she hated him—hating him for stumbling upon her most shameful secret. But later, he suppressed the Ancient Demon Heart for her, forced a modification even knowing she was a puppet body, gently yet domineeringly cleared her Meridians during one Dual Cultivation after another, and each time afterwards, held her in his arms to gently smooth out her spiritual power.

Every extra moment he stayed, her reliance on him grew a bit more.

Before parting, he openly gave her a transmission talisman, and secretly left her with protective supreme treasures...

All of this allowed her to taste the feeling of being cared about for the first time.

She wanted someone she could rely on.

She was too tired.

"Do you really like me? Why didn't you answer just now?!"

Saintess Yan Xueyuan raised her hand and beat Ling Hao's chest, each blow more hurried than the last.

Ling Hao had a headache and pressed down on her wrists:

"Don't you think it would be better to explain after handling things?"

Saintess Yan Xueyuan glared at him with red eyes:

"Now that it's handled, go ahead and explain."

Ling Hao didn't speak anymore. He pushed Saintess Yan Xueyuan back onto the couch and leaned down to kiss her.

The moment his lips touched hers, Saintess Yan Xueyuan forcefully pushed his face away and turned her head aside:

"Didn't you say you were going to explain—what is this!"

Ling Hao smoothly pressed both her hands onto the couch and looked down at her:

"Isn't this me explaining with my actions?"

Saintess Yan Xueyuan froze for a moment, looking into his earnest eyes, and temporarily forgot to struggle.

Ling Hao propped up his body with one hand, took her right hand with the other, and pressed it against his own chest.

Through the clothing, Saintess Yan Xueyuan could feel that steady and powerful heartbeat, thumping against her palm one beat at a time.

Ling Hao looked down at the darling pinned beneath him,

"I've said it before, I'm interested in you. It's you who kept refusing to believe it."

"Then the first time you discovered I was flat-chested, why did you have a look of disgust?"

"That wasn't disgust."

There was a hint of helplessness in Ling Hao's voice,

"It's just that if you're flat-chested, you're flat-chested; there's no need to cover it up and hide it."

Ling Hao held Saintess Yan Xueyuan's hand, his five fingers intertwining with hers, pressing them against the couch:

"There's really no helping you, listen well. I like your proud and arrogant look, I like your awkwardness in secretly pretending to have big breasts even though you're flat-chested, I like this face of yours that is always aloof and cold yet breaks down the moment you cry, and I like how you say one thing while your body is entirely honest."

"I like that clumsy cuteness when you're scared to death yet still blushingly untie your lapel and say 'it's just for Cultivating'. I like the sound of you trembling, crying, and calling my name beneath me, and I like that awkward streak of yours where you blushingly curse me as a bastard afterwards while secretly rubbing against my chest."

"You..."

Saintess Yan Xueyuan was dumbfounded.

Seeing the reaction of the darling beneath him, Ling Hao leaned down slightly, resting his forehead against hers, their breaths intertwining:

"Everyone is unique. What I've wanted from beginning to end is you, not some bullshit Mahayana Supreme Dao fruit on you. I don't care about that thing at all—if it were just for the Dao fruit, I have a hundred ways to get my hands on it, so why would I spend so much effort coaxing you and pampering you?"

Actually, Ling Hao initially just thought this little crybaby was very interesting; a punch would probably make her cry for a long time—of course he wouldn't actually hit her, he just liked teasing her.

Later, when he suppressed the Ancient Demon Heart for her and discovered she was a puppet body, he found it novel, and unconsciously awakened some peculiar partiality.

Then later, day by day, as he modified her and nurtured her, watching her gradually soften in his arms, an indescribable feeling developed.

It took Saintess Yan Xueyuan quite a while to snap out of it.

She looked into the man's deep eyes, so open and frank.

The heartbeat beneath her palm was steady and powerful, thumping one beat after another, as if telling something.

Even though she had acted so willfully, he was still willing to patiently explain to her.

As a Mahayana Supreme, he shouldn't have had to put up with the anger of a mere Body Integration Stage like her.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan looked at Ling Hao's face for a very long time, as if wanting to carve his appearance into her Soul.

Suddenly, she withdrew her right hand, wrapped it around the back of Ling Hao's neck, pulled him toward her, and kissed his lips.

That kiss was unlike any before. She took the initiative; she used force.

The tent curtains fell, concealing the figures of the two.

"Since you want an explanation, I'll give you a proper explanation, and we can Cultivate along the way."

As Ling Hao's voice fell, Saintess Yan Xueyuan's intermittent voice came from inside the tent:

"You talk so sweetly... Do you really like me... Not for the Dao fruit..."

After every question, the aura inside the curtains churned violently, accompanied by a muffled soft gasp.

Too lazy to speak anymore, Ling Hao directly answered her with his actions.

Inside Saintess Yan Xueyuan's body, the Chaotic Spiritual Qi surged endlessly like a great river flowing eastward. Her aura went from chaotic to gradually calming down, and then from calm to completely letting go.

Gan Yiyi stood nearby, twisting the corner of her clothes with both hands, not knowing whether to go out or stay.

A voice came from inside the tent curtains.

"Xueyuan, I want..."

Saintess Yan Xueyuan trembled.

"No... Let Yiyi come..."

"Yiyi... Come here..."

"What?"

While Gan Yiyi was still dazed, Ling Hao pulled her into the tent curtains.

"Yiyi, my cultivation is far too high compared to your mistress. Relying on her alone is beyond her ability, and the speed of our Cultivation is greatly reduced. However, this Chaos Spiritual Power is indeed too massive; if you can't bear it, speak up."

Gan Yiyi obediently prostrated herself at the edge of the couch, supporting the mattress with both hands.

"Okay, as long as My Lord wishes, and as long as I can help the mistress, this servant can do it..."

The moment the two came into contact, the Chaos Spiritual Power slammed like a tide against Gan Yiyi's frail Meridians.

Ling Hao guided the Chaos Spiritual Power to break through her Dantian and Qi Sea, freeing up one hand to guide Saintess Yan Xueyuan's spiritual power. The three auras circulated back and forth among each other, forming a subtle heavenly cycle.

I do not know how much time passed, but the guest room quieted down.

Curled up on Ling Hao's other side, Gan Yiyi had already fallen into a drowsy sleep, though her brows were tightly furrowed and her expression still looked a bit painful.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan was curled up in Ling Hao's arms, her damp hair clinging to the side of her neck, her eye sockets still red.

Ling Hao lowered his head, resting his chin on the crown of her head: "Do you believe my explanation now?"

Saintess Yan Xueyuan didn't raise her head, her voice hoarse as she said:

"...I believe you."

She was silent for a moment, then spoke softly again, as if gathering all her courage,

"If you don't find me troublesome, and don't mind that I'm not human... I-I will follow you."

Ling Hao tightened his arm around her shoulders:

"Did you still want to run away? If you don't come with me, I'll tie you up and let you ride the female levitating train to your heart's content."

Saintess Yan Xueyuan's face flushed, and she softly poked back at Ling Hao: "Ride then, so what..."

"Oh? Then shall we go again?"

There was a smile in Ling Hao's voice.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan shrank her neck back.

"No, no more..."

After the two tenderly cuddled for a while, Saintess Yan Xueyuan suddenly raised her head, as if remembering something:

"Right... Do you know the Dongming Liu Family?"