Western Sea Realm, Ten Thousand Islands Sea.
This place is vast and boundless, with countless islands, a paradise for the Demon Race and Loose Cultivators.
At this mont, beside a vast and perilous island adorned with carved jade railings and countless palaces, where waterfalls and Immortal Cranes soared together, a figure suddenly fell from the void, plunging straight into the water.
The figure was already unconscious, and even though there was so Mana within, it was difficult to mobilize, thus dropping straight into the water.
But sothing mysterious seed to enshroud him, as the vast blue water spread out like a net, gently catching the young man and holding him above the surface. Not a single strand of hair was wet, despite the constant flow of the water.
"Whoosh!"
At this mont, a strange little fish, black all over with sharp teeth and two wings on its back, cautiously swam over.
Seeing no reaction from the figure, thinking it to be a corpse, the black fish suddenly bit towards the young man.
"Clang!"
Just then, the phantom of a Treasure Tower lit up silently, vibrating softly to block the black fish’s attack.
The black fish was initially startled and quickly swam away, but after a while, seeing no response from the young man, it spat out a Water Arrow at him.
At the young man’s waist, the jade-colored Treasure Tower moved autonomously, drawing Mana from within to block the attack.
"Shua!"
At this mont, a silver moon blade suddenly descended from the island, slicing the fish in two.
Seeing this, the jade-colored Treasure Tower imdiately ceased its movents, not daring to disturb.
"A person truly fell, how strange, it’s not even a ti of thunderstorms!"
A crisp voice traveled from afar, landing over the water.
A girl with a charming deanor appeared, her colorful dress fluttering, her arms slender like lotus root, adorned with Golden Bells on her ankles.
Though the girl’s aura was sowhat unstable, she was indeed a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator.
Behind her were several girls dressed similarly, although their skirts varied in color and their auras were only at the Qi Refining Realm.
"Sister Caiyun, this is the Ten Thousand Islands Sea; there’s never a day without Loose Cultivator battles, and the season of thunderstorms is approaching. It’s not surprising even if ten people fall from the sky!"
A girl in a green dress covered her mouth and laughed, addressing the colorful-dressed girl as sister without much respect.
"Indeed, in just this month, Sister Yun’Er has picked up four cultivators: two chased by enemies and accidentally landed here, one caught in an expanded thunderstorm, and one who ca seeking romance on our Yinsu Island..."
Another girl in a yellow dress couldn’t help but laugh, her face rosy and flirtatious.
"Have you perhaps tasted a bit?"
"Hehe, that one was fair and pleasing, and spoke sweet words, so of course, I indulged him. But he’s the one who might need so ti to recover..."
The girl in the yellow dress couldn’t help but laugh, her eyes twinkling.
"Spring fever again, have so sha!"
The companions chided, unable to suppress their laughter.
"Shush! Be careful, this is a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator!"
At this, the girl in colorful attire suddenly grew serious, warning the group softly.
The girls, upon hearing this, imdiately sobered up, no longer jesting, obediently following behind Sister Caiyun.
Sister Caiyun held a lotus-shaped Spiritual Artifact, guarding the group as they cautiously approached the figure lying on the sea’s surface.
"Wow!"
At just a glance, the girls couldn’t suppress their gasps, eyes shining with smitten admiration.
"What a handso young man!"
The girls exchanged glances, seeing the delight in each other’s eyes.
Caiyun was also sowhat amazed, but she held the Spiritual Artifact firmly, her Divine Sense extending, carefully approaching the figure.
After a while, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"He’s not dead, just suffered a shock in the Sea of Consciousness and seems to be injured, unconscious."
"That’s good to hear!"
"Such a handso young man, it would be a pity if he had died!"
The girls patted their chests, relief shining in their eyes.
Caiyun was also pleased, imdiately taking out a silver, shiny ring from her sleeve, clamping it onto the young man’s wrist with a snap.
The young man’s body seed to flicker with Spiritual Light, attempting to resist, but Caiyun was a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, easily managing the helpless young man; before the Spiritual Light could gather, the silver ring was already secured on his wrist.
"Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, certainly has a Spiritual Artifact for protection, but once bound by the Ring of the Dao, locking the Dao Foundation, any artifact becos useless."
Caiyun smiled with satisfaction at the sight.
She then moved as swiftly as lightning, before the other girls could react, and swiftly explored beneath the young man’s body, her face lighting up in joy.
"Wow!"
"Sister Caiyun, you’re so naughty, sneaking a taste! No, I want so too!"
" too, too!"
Seeing this, the girls behind Caiyun stomped their feet in protest.
But Caiyun waved her Mana, quickly holding them off.
"Alright, alright, enough playing around. Foundation Establishnt Cultivators aren’t sothing we can toy with. I need to take him to the Second Mistress for her to deal with."
The girls sighed in disappointnt at the ntion of the Second Mistress, ceasing their protests, only able to watch as Caiyun carried the handso young man towards an opulent and refined sleeping palace on the island.
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Gu Yuan felt a splitting headache, as if a heavy hamr was pounding on him; with his resilience, it was hard to bear.
Recalling all that had happened earlier, his heart raced anxiously, forcing himself to endure the pain, trying to open his eyes and release his Divine Sense.
But as soon as the thought arose, an indescribable pain overwheld him, making his Heart and Spirit tremble.
"Don’t move, your Sea of Consciousness is injured, and your Divine Sense greatly reduced. You cannot use it now. Here, open your mouth, drink this Consciousness Tea!"
At this mont, a gentle voice sounded near his ear, followed by a pair of soft hands touching his lips, and a warm liquid flowed into his stomach.
The excruciating pain in his mind swiftly subsided; Gu Yuan, without much thought, opened his eyes, his Divine Sense surging out, scanning his surroundings.
He found himself in a luxurious and elegant chamber, warm and fragrant like spring, containing nothing but an ivory jade bed and a white jade desk.
At this mont, Gu Yuan discovered he was lying on the ivory bed, his nose filled with a fragrant aroma, finding himself lying in a woman’s embrace.
This woman, her eyes brimming with gentle affection, her face as smooth as cream, wore a white peony gauze dress, her arms like jade, her skin snow-white, her black hair styled into a high bun, her chest full, waist slender, legs gracefully long - a beauty indeed.
But Gu Yuan was taken aback, instinctively asking, "Who are you?!"
"I am your wife, my lord!"
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