"Ah... does Father-in-law want another round?" Qingyi asked, his eyes sparkling with obvious excitement.
The previous encounter couldn’t even be considered a round. A single exchange wasn’t enough to satisfy his appetite for bat.
"It won’t be necessary." Chenfeng shook his head slowly, a bitter smile forming at the corner of his lips.
"I’ve seen enough. You really are a frightening brat... do you have any idea how vast the gulf is between a stellar sovereign and a cultivator of the Cosmic Domain Realm?"
"My father-in-law flatters me too much." Qingyi’s lips curved into a subtle smile.
Chenfeng merely nodded in response, his shoulders slightly tense. "You may leave. Your... well... adoptive mother is waiting for you. Once you’ve settled everything over there, you should set out for the Cosmic Void Sect."
Chenfeng’s voice wavered slightly as he referred to Rouxi as Qingyi’s adoptive mother.
After all, he already knew she was carrying the young man’s own child, and the title sounded more ironic than appropriate.
Still, he didn’t allow himself to judge.
There wasn’t a single man in the sect worthy of Rouxi. If it weren’t for Qingyi, she would likely spend an entire eternity alone, growing old and dying in utter solitude.
As someone who had dragged out his life for over a hundred thousand years in loneliness after losing his beloved, Chenfeng could do nothing but be happy for her.
As for just how indecent that relationship was... well, he preferred not to waste time thinking about it.
Only the weak can be judged, for the strong tear out the eyes of the judge himself.
After listening to his father-in-law, Qingyi merely nodded and withdrew in silence, his footsteps echoing through the empty arena until they faded into the corridors ahead.
For a long moment, Chenfeng stared at the young man’s retreating back, watching his silhouette grow smaller until it vanished pletely from view.
Only then did he hesitate for a brief moment before bringing his left hand to his right arm.
A sharp pain radiated through his skin the moment his fingers pressed into the flesh.
"It’s broken..." he whispered, feeling the jagged shape of the bones beneath his skin.
The displaced fragments revealed the damage that their last exchange had caused.
He had held back the force of his attacks, afraid of injuring Qingyi due to some foolish carelessness, but still...
Chenfeng closed his eyes, processing that reality.
The Realm of Cosmic Domain... and yet, capable of wounding stellar sovereigns.
If someone had told him a story as absurd as this, he would have burst out laughing and dismissed it as a bad joke.
And yet, there he was, his broken arm hanging uselessly inside the sleeve of his robe.
His eyes opened again, and his lips slowly curved upward, an increasingly bright smile spreading across his face.
Indeed, he had chosen the right son-in-law.
Well, it was actually his daughter who had made the choice, but he’d been right to support her decision... and especially to give that Guo Tianhao a good kick in the butt!
Still smiling, Chenfeng sat in the lotus position, swallowed a high-quality healing pill, and began circulating his Qi throughout his body, guiding the healing energy toward his shattered arm.
Oblivious to the shock he’d caused his father-in-law, Qingyi crossed the sect with light steps, soon arriving at Rouxi’s newly built palace.
After he’d reduced the celestial fairy’s old palace to rubble during his battle against the tribulation, a new structure had been erected in record time.
Now, the place was already being used to its fullest by Rouxi, Yunxi, Xue Hua, and Rou’er.
Qingyi passed through the large central gates leading to the palace’s main hall, then made his way through various pavilions and corridors until he reached the place where his stepmother was.
It was a spacious garden, right in the heart of the mansion.
The top was open to the sky, allowing sunlight to stream freely over the space, while the center was occupied by a lake of crystal-clear water.
She was standing on a circular wooden platform that rose just above the water’s surface.
Leaning over a low table, her hands flat on the wood as she carefully read some documents, her back arched in a graceful curve and her ass was thrust upward.
The silk dress clung tightly to that behind, outlining with precision every centimeter of those exuberant curves, the two plump buttocks molding to the fabric like two ripe fruits ready to be picked.
Qingyi approached silently.
His hand suddenly shot down toward that pert behind without warning, landing on the plump flesh with a resounding slap that echoed through the garden.
His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh of her ass, practically disappearing into that spongy softness for an instant, before a shockwave spread through her flesh.
Her buttocks swayed in slow, heavy undulations, each tremor traveling from one buttock to the other, both bobbing together for several seconds before finally settling down.
"Nghnn~~" Rouxi moaned as her entire body shuddered.
Her hands flew instinctively to her breasts, cupping the full mounds against her torso in a purely reflexive gesture.
The large, heavy mounds spilled out to the sides, the soft flesh spilling over and beneath her slender forearms, while her now-stiff nipples left distinct marks against the thin fabric of her dress.
It took her a full second to look at Qingyi’s face before her eyes widened in recognition.
"What, are you afraid of your own husband?" Qingyi asked playfully, grabbing her hips and pulling her against him without ceremony.
"Ah~ I’m not afraid of anyone, you... unfilial son..." Rouxi plained softly, looking away with flushed cheeks, the blush spreading down to her neck.
It had been a few weeks since she’d bee pregnant, and since then, her body had been growing increasingly sensitive... as had her emotions, which fluctuated at the slightest provocation.
"Hm... great." Qingyi let out a soft chuckle, leaning over her and pressing his lips against hers in a firm yet gentle kiss.
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