Chapter 183 - The Fragrance of the Ye Clan Head
Xun Danxin erupted instantly, subduing Fang Xiang.
Unperturbed, Fang Xiang seized the moment to recline on the jade mat, propping herself against the pillow. She spoke lazily, “Patriarch Xun, is this how you treat someone who has aided you? It's truly chilling to the bone…”
“Aid?” Xun Danxin scoffed, her anger turning to amusement. She found it ludicrous. “To treat me with such disrespect…”
Before she could finish, Fang Xiang interjected with a frigid smile, “Disrespect? Isn't this the most fitting course of action?”
Xun Danxin seethed with anger at being deceived into consuming that unknown substance. “Fitting? Seeing you consume it so comfortably, it seems Xia Shui has ensnared your mind with some method. The esteemed Lord of Night's Fall Sword City stooping to such despicable acts. Xia Shui truly possesses cunning. Initially, I thought he was sentimental, but I didn't anticipate such depravity!”
Uncertain if it was psychological, she sensed something awry with her mouth. Yet, in actuality, upon ingestion, it transformed into pure Yang energy, oddly comforting… Though, the Master of the Black Yin Clan would never acknowledge this.
She could only perceive it as utterly despicable, unable even to expel it!
Before Fang Xiang could retort, Xun Yimu grew anxious, “Mother, this isn't his fault. It's me and City Lord Fang who have willingly embraced him…”
Xun Danxin's ire escalated, turning to her daughter with sorrow and anger, “You've disappointed me!”
Xun Yimu had always been submissive before her mother. When scolded, she instinctively wept, rendered speechless by tears.
Yet this time, she summoned courage to whisper, “He was unaware.”
“You, you're unfilial…” Xun Danxin's anger rendered her speechless.
She could console herself that it was Xia Shui's audacity. He abducted her daughter and deceived her. Surely, this child wasn't complicit.
The deception naturally involved City Lord Fang, manipulated by Xia Shui. With the guile of this captivating woman, deceiving Xun Yimu was effortless, wasn't it?
And now, she claimed Xia Shui was unaware.
Did this imply that regardless of their innocent daughter or the cunning Fang Xiang, they were willing to degrade themselves?!
The more Xun Danxin contemplated, the more she found it perplexing.
Fang Xiang observed her conflicted countenance and spoke with a smile, “Patriarch Xun, your words are misguided. How could Yimu be deemed unfilial? She has already devised a means for the Profound Yin Family to soar henceforth and took a step back. Even if Patriarch Xun lacks such aspirations, he surely wouldn't wish his own people to suffer momentarily. They are akin to mayflies fleeting in the sky, perishing day by day. Fleeting beauty. Yet, leaving no trace in this world.”
Xun Danxin maintained her grip, glaring as she gritted her teeth, “Then resorting to such repulsive means is unnecessary…”
“Indeed, it is unnecessary.” Fang Xiang's smile remained faint as she remarked, “Once the Profound Yin Family and all the despicable individuals you mention engage in dual cultivation, the issue will naturally resolve without need for such humiliation.”
Xun Danxin's expression soured, her tone laced with hatred, “Where is he? I'll kill him and retrieve the Profound Yang Bead!”
Fang Xiang retorted, “Retrieve it? How does Patriarch Xun intend to retrieve it? The Profound Yang Bead is a pure energy entity condensed from Yang energy, long melded with him. Dare you attempt his demise? When the Profound Yang Bead dissipates, you'll have nowhere to turn for solace.”
A smile played upon Fang Xiang's lips. “Moreover, are you truly willing to forgo such an opportunity? Your Profound Yin Family has boasted for millennia, yet now you have a chance to alter your fate. Which shall you choose?”
Xun Danxin's expression fluctuated, her mind in turmoil. She was rendered speechless.
Swoosh!
The Night's Fall Sword City Lord sweetly smiled and seized Xun Danxin's hand, which had involuntarily slackened its grip. With a graceful motion, she subdued the patriarch of the Profound Yin Family beneath her.
“You!” Xun Danxin widened her eyes, taken aback by the sudden turn of events.
“Patriarch Xun, you've already partaken. Can you truly change anything?” Fang Xiang spoke casually, “The advantages are manifold, with no drawbacks. Do not cling to your prideful arrogance. When the time comes, you won't even confide in your clansmen. Who knows what might happen then? As I've said, this is the optimal approach. Don't tell me you truly desire dual cultivation for your clan members and my little Xiaobo? I'm uncertain as of yet.”
Xun Danxin reluctantly acknowledged the Night's Fall Sword City Lord's persuasive rhetoric. She found herself momentarily swayed.
Yet, it was but a fleeting wavering. How could their Profound Yin Family's thousand years of dignity be tarnished as their last resort! There must be, there had to be other avenues to explore…
The head of the Xuan Yin family had begun to soften his stance. If worst came to worst and Yimu truly loved that man, he was willing to let them unite. Perhaps after the child was born, the lineage might transform. If such a change could alter the Xuan Yin bloodline, what was the need for the ancestors' reservations…
However, before Xun Danxin could fully process her emotions, Fang Xiang displayed a warm smile and remarked, “Yimu, it appears your mother hasn't fully grasped the advantages here.”
Xun Danxin was momentarily taken aback before her face altered dramatically as she demanded, “What are you planning?”
Fang Xiang turned to Xun Yimu with a smile, “Pass that precious bottle you've carefully collected to your mother, let her consume it herself.”
Xun Danxin was subdued by the Night's Fall Sword City Lord, her dark hair disheveled across the mat. She tried to appear threatening but her fear was evident as she exclaimed, “You, you mustn’t… Yimu, how could you treat your mother this way?”
Her face showed clear signs of distress.
Xun Yimu, holding a porcelain bottle, approached Xun Danxin with a look of shame and embarrassment, yet she resolutely said, “Mother, I had no other option… I really love him. If it weren’t for this, you and the family elders… You would all drive us apart.”
Xun Danxin accused, “Xun Yimu! You are being unfilial!”
Fang Xiang gently caressed the Profound Yin Family Head's lovely face, her smile cunning and her eyes, dark as ink, unreadable.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
The Profound Yin Family Head, feeling deeply humiliated and angry, attempted to expel the Yang energy that had infiltrated her body, to no avail. She then realized that her Ninth Order cultivation during the Physical Integration Period had unexpectedly reached its zenith.
A half-step away from tribulation!
Xun Danxin, looking weary and confused, suddenly paused. Without thinking, she licked the remaining ointment from the corner of her mouth.
The pure Yang energy seamlessly integrated with her innate Yin energy, flowing smoothly into her Dantian and effortlessly converting into Spiritual Energy.
This…
The expression of the Xuan Yin Family Patriarch abruptly became very intriguing.
She had anticipated that the Yang energy might enhance her cultivation, but the magnitude of its effect was beyond her expectations. Such a small amount had wrought significant changes.
Even the Medicinal Pills usually had minimal impact on someone at the Physical Integration Period. Typically, a cultivator might seclude themselves for centuries without achieving any breakthrough…
But now, with another bottle, could he possibly overcome his tribulation?
Xun Danxin's eyes were instinctively drawn to the now empty bottle.
The Profound Yang Bead, a legacy passed down within the Profound Yin Family, was, in essence, merely returning to its rightful holder…
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