"If only I were a few hundred years younger, perhaps..."
Qiu Min caressed her smooth face.
Though she was sowhat older,
her skincare routine was impeccable!
And she carried an even more refined charm, so why couldn't those blind fools co have a deep conversation with her?
If only Shen Biyao and the others would say the word,
she'd have followed them away in a heartbeat!
Qiu Min sighed deeply,
her heart filled with regret!
"Clan Elder, that Chu Long is so handso!"
"I really want to follow him!"
The newly appointed sect leader, Holy Maiden Wangshu, watched Chu Long's retreating figure with slightly reddened eyes.
"You... mustn't entertain such dangerous thoughts!"
"Moreover, you've only t him once! How could such ridiculous ideas erge?"
"Go! Enter seclusion imdiately and sever these distracting thoughts!"
Qiu Min's heart skipped a beat.
The previous sect leader had just been whisked away,
and now the current one wanted to follow him too?
How could this be allowed?
What would beco of their Valley of a Hundred Flowers' developnt?
Wangshu pouted,
but could only reluctantly depart.
Then,
Qiu Min overheard the elders whispering similar desires to follow Chu Long,
making her scalp tingle!
"It's poisonous!"
"That man must be poisonous!"
"One visit to our Valley and he's made everyone from top to bottom fall for him!"
"What kind of charm does he possess?"
They didn't know Chu Long's Yang Dragon Body held irresistible attraction for the opposite sex -
a fundantal yin-yang magnetism.
Any woman near him
would instinctively feel
that only through yin-yang union with him could they achieve true fulfillnt.
anwhile,
after leaving the Valley of a Hundred Flowers with Wen Ruyu and others, Chu Long took his won to visit their respective families before embarking on further travels.
"After centuries in seclusion, the world seems to hold new charms!"
Jiao Yueying smiled brightly.
They had left the six domains under Chu family control,
venturing into the Mortal Realm's vast expanses.
"Indeed! Previously, limited by our strength, we rarely traveled. But the scenery beyond is truly remarkable!"
Chu Long nodded.
They had arrived at Nine Saints City,
the largest tropolis in Tianluo Domain,
renowned for producing nine Martial Saints simultaneously during its golden age.
However,
their group attracted far too much attention.
As their cultivation advanced,
both n and won's appearances evolved toward their ideal forms,
resulting in Shen Biyao and others possessing peerless beauty
and an innate nobility no ordinary woman could match,
instantly igniting others' desire to conquer them.
"Where did these stunning beauties co from?"
As Chu Long's group walked the streets,
every eye turned toward them.
Suddenly,
a burly figure descended from above
like a teorite landing before Chu Long's group,
blocking their path.
A muscular, bearded middle-aged man stood before them.
"Fair maidens, my Holy Son requests your presence!"
The man bood, gazing at Shen Biyao and others,
then glancing upward.
Following his gaze,
they saw a handso youth holding a wine cup on the rooftop,
smiling down at them.
When Shen Biyao looked up,
Fuming's smile widened.
Raising his cup, he proclaid loudly:
"I am Fuming, Holy Son of Great Luo Sacred Ground, inviting you fair ladies to share a drink!"
The crowd that had been ogling the beauties
trembled at "Great Luo Sacred Ground,"
hastily averting their gazes.
Everyone knew -
won caught by the Holy Son's eye
were beyond their reach,
with consequences too severe to bear.
"What a pity! Such beauties falling into his hands - it pains my heart!"
"Sigh, who can oppose Great Luo Sacred Ground? The Tianluo Domain's overlords, with multiple Saints guarding their sect!"
"Such exquisite beauties... I've heard won played with by Holy Son Fuming never survive long—"
"Silence! You dare speak such words? Get away from ! I want no part of this!"
Boom!
No sooner had the words left his mouth
than a fist flash erupted,
the martial artist's head exploding under the bearded man's strike.
"Hmph! How dare you insects slander the Holy Son?"
The bearded man glared coldly,
then turned to Shen Biyao's group with hardened expression:
"Ladies, co! Being chosen by our Holy Son is an honor!"
"Scram!"
Shen Biyao's phoenix eyes narrowed as she coldly rebuked.
They'd encountered such situations frequently during their travels.
"Hmph! You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
The brute snorted,
his massive hand shooting forth like a beast's claw toward the won.
If persuasion failed,
force would suffice.
The outco remained the sa once they reached the Holy Son's bed.
Five fingers extended,
radiant light erupted,
the very heavens trembling
as the claw sought to seize them all.
Hmph!
Chu Long snorted,
flicking his folding fan.
A mighty force descended like crashing waves,
hamring the brute's chest.
Bang!
The man flew backward like a cannonball,
smashing through street-side pavilions
in a cascade of collapsing structures.
Witnessing this,
the crowd gasped in shock!
"Disaster! He dared strike the Holy Son's follower! Flee - danger approaches!"
Like startled birds, the onlookers scattered.
Sure enough,
Fuming, previously lounging atop the building,
now stood cold-faced before Chu Long.
"Brat, who are you? Daring to strike my n!"
"Who am I?"
Chu Long chuckled,
wrapping an arm around Shen Biyao's slender waist:
"Are you blind? Can't see I'm their husband?"
Fuming's eyes narrowed to slits,
fists clenching until his knuckles whitened.
How dare another man touch that delicate waist?
He felt like watching a wild boar trampling his precious cabbage,
his breath turning ragged with rage.
"Impossible! How could trash like you be their husband?"
Each woman exuded noble bearing,
clearly not commoners
but likely from powerful backgrounds.
"May I ask your honored sect's na?"
Fuming forced himself to ask calmly.
"Just an insignificant little family, not worth ntioning."
Chu Long waved dismissively.
"Then die!"
Fuming struck decisively. Read full story at NoveIＦire
No woman he desired
had ever escaped his grasp!
A palm thrust forward,
dazzling light erupting,
terrifying aura exploding from his body.
Though only a Martial Emperor,
he unleashed Martial Venerable-level power.
"Oh? A special constitution bearer?"
"No wonder his combat prowess is extraordinary!"
Chu Long noticed a blue diamond mark glowing on Fuming's forehead as he attacked.
Piercing cold perated the surroundings,
freezing nearby pavilions into ice sculptures instantly.
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