"This Divine Weapon can help you suppress the poison and stabilize the Great Emperor Bloodline you’ve just awakened. Make sure to keep it safe!"
Zhou Chen held the Divine Weapon with two fingers and carefully placed it on Liuli Fairy’s body.
Afraid Liuli Fairy might drop it, Zhou Chen pushed it gently again to ensure it was secure.
Liuli Fairy: "..."
She was genuinely touched!
What a rascal.
Stabilize the Great Emperor Bloodline?
I don’t believe you one bit.
The Dragon and Tiger Yin Yang Gall was the Tier Seven Divine Weapon Zhou Chen refined the most, and he would give each fairy a pair.
Whether they wore it or used it themselves, it would increase Zhou Chen’s Wind and Moon Points, essentially a free gain!
"As the saying goes, rabbits always have three burrows, having one more way out ans more safety."
To prepare for contingencies, Zhou Chen planned to open another path, giving Liuli Fairy a reassuring glance.
Liuli Fairy: "..."
Can’t we just not open it?
It’s so spicy!
...
Ti flowed leisurely.
Zhou Chen felt ti was entirely insufficient; every day was tightly packed.
True, an inch of ti is an inch of gold!
Despite the tight schedule and heavy tasks, Zhou Chen still carefully helped each fairy awaken their bloodline.
With the awakening of one Emperor’s Bloodline after another, and even the Great Emperor Bloodline, the na of Young Master Wind Moon Zhou Chen and Zhou Zhengchun beca increasingly popular.
...
Purple Cloud Palace.
Purple Sky Pure Land, where Immortal Mountains towered, mists swirled, and the scenery was beautiful like a fairyland.
As the dojo established by the ascended Emperor Zixiao and the sect he founded, Purple Cloud Palace’s location in the Purple Cloud Mountain Range was extraordinary, far beyond the Great Qian Dynasty.
Even during the Great Qian Dynasty’s peak, it had only one Martial Arts Emperor, the Chu Tyrant Emperor, whereas Purple Cloud Palace, even after Emperor Zixiao ascended, had never lacked a Martial Arts Emperor.
Nowadays, Purple Cloud Palace boasts more than one Martial Emperor!
On a mist-covered, cloud-reaching Immortal Mountain, palaces stood tall, jade towers and crystal halls, waterfalls, and crane beasts frolicking around.
Beside a pavilion at the mountain’s peak, a white-clad figure stood indifferently, slender and graceful, her white dress extending into curves.
She had a head of silver hair shining like the Milky Way, gently swaying in the breeze, with an indescribable allure.
Her hair cascading to her waist, a waist too slender to hold, like a willow in the wind, seemingly able to be carried away by a gust.
Yet, below it suddenly extended to full, plump hips like ripe peaches, hard to look away from.
Especially those long legs partially hidden by the white dress—it’s hard to believe a human could have such perfect legs.
Standing there, she seed like a Fairy about to ascend, possessing a beauty beyond words.
Buzz!
A purple-robed young man appeared, gazing at the incredibly beautiful and enchanting silhouette in front of him, his eyes turned fervent.
The breeze blew, the woman’s slit dress fluttered, revealing smooth skin akin to white jade carved from lamb fat.
Slim.
Fair.
Round.
The purple-robed youth’s eyes sparkled with light, craving to rush up and embrace her for a gentle kiss.
"Shuanghua!"
Suppressing his ardent gaze, the purple-robed youth adopted the appearance of a refined gentleman, his voice magnetic.
The woman’s na was Zi Shuanghua, a descendant of Emperor Zixiao.
However, countless years have passed, and there were too many descendants of Emperor Zixiao now; those lacking talent were nothing noteworthy in Purple Cloud Palace.
Zi Shuanghua turned slowly, her brows beautifully done, her elegant fairy-like appearance, skin as white as snow, brows like a crescent moon—soft and shallow, captivatingly charming.
Below her crescent brows were clear, glassy black eyes.
Those eyes were so beautiful that one couldn’t help but get lost in them.
"Senior Brother Luo!"
Zi Shuanghua’s voice was as cold as the heavenly tune, her intoxicatingly beautiful eyes looked at Luo Yifan, calm like a deep pool.
Her glass-like eyes gently blinked, creating a sensation as if nothing in the world could catch her gaze.
A faint, enchanting fragrance perated, invading his senses, making Luo Yifan feel a surge of heat rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He breathed heavily, especially looking at her celestial fairy-like face, graceful peaks, slender waist, long legs, and pert rear.
Ultimately forming a series of unbelievably perfect curves.
He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have her.
How wonderful it would be.
How exhilarating.
Luo Yifan’s blood boiled, grabbing Zi Shuanghua’s soft, fair hand, he ardently said:
"Shuanghua, let’s get married!"
"Senior Brother Luo!"
Zi Shuanghua withdrew her hand, turned around, facing away from the purple-robed youth, gazing into the distance, and muttered:
"You know my goal is to beco a Martial Arts Emperor; before becoming an Emperor, I don’t want to think about romantic entanglent!"
Staring at her unexpectedly luscious peach-like hip, Luo Yifan’s heart burned like a fla, wishing he could imdiately...
He refused to give up, saying:
"Shuanghua, being together doesn’t affect cultivation. We can strive together towards becoming Emperors—how delightful!"
He had pursued Zi Shuanghua for twelve thousand six hundred years.
He dreamt of having her.
"Senior Brother Luo, maintaining a Primordial Yin Body or virgin state aids cultivation more."
Zi Shuanghua’s voice was calm, without any hint of warmth.
"Shuanghua, that’s only for those cultivating special techniques. Look at Zhou Chen, whose fa is rising; he spends every day with won, yet his cultivation improves daily!"
Luo Yifan persisted, saying: "I found an ancient dual cultivation technique. If we practice it together, surely we can ascend faster and have more chances to beco Emperors!"
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