"Easy, honey… slow down, or you'll make it spill everywhere."
"I can't help it, Daddy, it's already so thick. Feel how heavy it is."
"That's it, Wuxin. Now grip it tighter. Use both hands if you have to."
"Like this? God, with this thickness, it feels as if it's resisting ."
"Perfect, you've got the hang of it! Now pump it up and down with a steady rhythm. Don't lose the motion."
"Whoa! It's starting to rise… look, it's getting bigger."
"Keep going. Faster now. Really work it. You want it stiff, right?"
"Yes! Oh yes! It's peaking! Should I keep beating until it stands up straight?"
"Almost, sweetheart. Give it everything. Hard. Fast. Don't you dare stop."
"This is so difficult, it's hard to control my strength, but it feels so good when it finally gives in. Kya! It sprayed over my face, it's sticky!"
"Just a few more strokes and you can spread it all over. Nice and thick."
Suddenly, the door opened, and the low, dark voice of Chu Yuechan cut through the room.
"What do you think you are doing?!"
"Yuechan?"
"Mom?!"
Yun Wuxin's hand movents froze. She released the whisk she had been using to whip the cream and stared up at her mother's shadowed expression.
"Daddy is teaching how to make a cake."
She stuck her tongue out playfully.
"But it's so hard! I didn't know Daddy had this amazing skill!"
"…Making a cake?" Chu Yuechan pressed her palm to her forehead and released a long, exhausted sigh. Anyone overhearing their conversation would certainly never believe they were preparing sothing as innocent as a damned cake.
"You'll beco better with practice, sweetie. Daddy will teach you." Yun Wuji reached over and gently patted his daughter's head, chuckling softly.
"Why do you suddenly want to make a cake?" Chu Yuechan asked, narrowing her eyes slightly.
"That's a secret, hehehe~!" Yun Wuxin tilted her head, brought the whisk close to her cheek, and answered with an adorably mischievous wink.
...
Although less than a week had passed in the Primal Chaos, nearly two months went by in the Abyss. Under the constant nagging of the three Divine Birds, the Golden Crow, the Phoenix, the Ice Phoenix, and even Su Shang, who for so inexplicable reason seed desperate to witness her master get thoroughly railed as soon as possible, Yun Wuji finally relented.
Yun Wuji decided to stop teasing Ling Xian's heart and finish what he had started.
Even after more than three million years in the Abyss, Ling Xian still carried a quiet longing for her hotown. That longing had taken root in her gentle hobby of cultivating roses, delicate blossoms, and every other beautiful plant she could coax into existence. Back in the Pure Land, she had nurtured the most magnificent and expansive garden the entire Abyss had ever known. Now, having arrived in the Eternal Light Divine Kingdom, she began building another one here.
The sea of vibrant flowers stretched endlessly before the eye, a riot of color so vivid and alive that it could srize even the people of the Primal Chaos, let alone the denizens of the Abyss, who rarely glimpsed anything more verdant than a withered, poisonous branch clinging stubbornly to survival.
Standing among the sea of flowers, the gentle breeze of wind drifting, making her robe and the flowers sway gently.
Standing among the sea of flowers, a gentle breeze drifted through, stirring her flowing robes and sending soft ripples across the petals. The flowers swayed in quiet harmony with her, as though the entire garden breathed in rhythm with the immortal woman at its center.
"So beautiful."
A soft, light exclamation drifted from behind her. Ling Xian turned, her lips already curling into a radiant, gentle smile as she t his gaze.
"Are you talking about the scene?"
"How silly of you. This garden is indeed magnificently beautiful." Yun Wuji stepped forward, his figure blurring as he appeared a few inches from her. He reached out, tucked her fiery crimson hair behind her ear, and caressed her face as he whispered, "But I was talking about you."
Ling Xian was a beauty in her own right. She might not possess the utterly unreasonable, world-dimming allure of Ying'er, Shen Xi, Xia Qingyue, or most certainly not Li Suo, yet her elegance remained absolute, a quiet devastation capable of petrifying most n and quietly stealing their souls with a single glance.
Her figure stood tall and slender, blessed with precisely the right generous curves at her chest and the supple taper of her waist. Her long legs drew the eye irresistibly, particularly the thick, rounded perfection of her thighs that seed sculpted by so divine hand for both strength and sinful temptation.
"...You and your slick tongue." Ling Xian's eyes widened as she scolded him jokingly, but her smile only grew wider.
Despite how much closer the two of them had grown... far, far closer than before, and thanks to Su Shang's tireless (and suspiciously enthusiastic) efforts to fan the flas, an ambiguous romantic spark now flickered between them whenever they found themselves alone.
It was only natural, then, that a quiet, fluttering happiness blood inside her chest at this mont. "Why did you co here?"
"Can't I see you without any reason?" Yun Wuji retracted his hand. He clasped his hands behind his back and said, "But you are right. I ca this ti because I have sothing to ask."
"Is that so?" Ling Xian's bright mood dimd, and her smile shrank. "Tell . If there is anything I can help you with, I will do it."
She really wanted the reason for his visit to be simply to see her, but even so, she was still glad to be of use to him and to spend ti with him at the sa ti.
Ling Xian possessed the traits of a natural simp. Once she fell for soone, she beca utterly devoted, and it was extrely hard, almost impossible, to make her change her mind. When she fell for Mo Su, she spent over three million years dedicating herself to him, until emotional exhaustion set in and she even gave up on living altogether. This ti, as she fell for Yun Wuji, her passion and persistence were magnified countless tis compared to before.
She wanted to make up for all her regrets and share a pure, unadulterated love with him. The positive feedback she received whenever she was with him, along with the way he constantly teased her heartstrings, caused her passion to burn as fiercely as her vermilion flas.
Yun Wuji suddenly fell silent. All expression drained from his impossibly handso face as he stared at her directly, his eyes sharp and piercing.
The abrupt silence and the change in atmosphere naturally made Ling Xian uneasy. He had been smiling just monts ago, so why did everything feel so heavy now?
Was he about to ask her for sothing difficult? Could it be related to betraying the Pure Land, or perhaps killing Mo Su and the other High Priests?
"Ling Xian, no… Xian'er…"
Her worry dissolved in an instant, replaced by sothing far more overwhelming. What Yun Wuji said in the very next breath caused her eyes to widen dramatically, her lips to part in stunned silence. Her soul sea trembled violently, quaking as though struck by heavenly tribulation, and even her profound energy spiraled into chaos, surging wildly through her ridians without direction or control.
Yun Wuji suddenly stretched out the hand he had kept clasped since earlier. Resting on his palm was a silver ring set with a fiery vermilion jewel. It was an Abyssal Crystal, a Primal Fla Crystal.
"Xian'er, will you marry ?"
BOOMM!
"What... w-what did you say?" As if billions of tons of democracy detonated inside her mind, Ling Xian's face flushed rosy red as she involuntarily took a step back. She doubted her senses, convinced her mind was playing tricks on her. How could this be real? Had she fallen into so kind of illusion?
It was true that Yun Wuji had shown goodwill toward her, but was this not far too sudden for a proposal?
She had grown so accustod to being the one who took the initiative, even if her efforts had always been hesitant, half-hearted, tinged with fear of rejection, that the very notion of Yun Wuji stepping forward like this had never once crossed her mind.
When she had resolved to pursue him, she had pictured it clearly... she would be the one to confess, the one to bare her soul, perhaps even the one to kneel and offer a ring forged from her own flas. She had prepared herself for tens of thousands of years of patient chasing, for the slow erosion of his walls, for the day she might finally earn the right to stand beside him.
This turn of events felt far too unreal, so breathtakingly impossible, as if she was trapped inside a beautiful dream, a beautiful dream she never wanted to wake up from, ever.
"I love you, Xian'er. Will you beco my wife?" Yun Wuji stepped forward and held her hand. His deep, magnetic voice invaded her ears, causing a soft whimper to slip from her lips as she instinctively tilted her head stiffly.
"I do... I do... I want to marry you, Wuji!"
"Make your wife! I want to beco your wife!" Regaining her senses and finally confirming this was reality, Ling Xian clutched his hand tightly, so tightly that if it were anyone else, their hand would have been crushed into at paste. "I love you, I love you, Wuji!" A single tear slid down her cheek as a wide, breathtaking smile blood across her gorgeous face.
She did not know why Yun Wuji took the initiative so suddenly, but she did not care. What mattered was that he loved her, and she loved him. That was all that mattered!
In the heart of her magnificent garden, surrounded by endless waves of blooming color that seed to celebrate in silent rapture, Ling Xian pressed herself closer, her tear-streaked face tilting up to et his gaze.
"Yes… a thousand tis yes. I will be your wife, Wuji. Forever."
Far above the clouds, four won watched the scene. They were the three Divine Birds and Su Shang.
"That's unfair, Wuji didn't propose to so romantically when we did it," Su Shang complained, biting her nails. Even though she loved it, all she got back then was her butt getting spanked and being anally fucked. Yun Wuji had been so rough with her.
"Marriage proposals are so boring. It's much more interesting to press him down and forcefully marry him." The Golden Crow laughed lewdly, her towering breasts and round, supple ass jiggling along with her laughter. "I should have done it when I had the chance years ago."
"Bullshit! You never had the chance to begin with." The Phoenix retorted, exposing her without rcy. Turning her attention back to the scene below, she continued, "Wuji must have done this because he knew this was what she longed for."
"That's kind of sad if you think about it."
"You are right..." The Ice Phoenix agreed. Suddenly, she clapped her hands and exclaid loudly, "Speaking of which, Wuji still hasn't married officially!"
"That's unfair!"
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