Chapter 816: Chapter 667: The Cunning Rabbit Has Three Burrows (3)
The air was filled with a faint scent of incense.
A shadowy figure in blue vaulted over the wall, climbed up the outer wall of the flower pavilion, deftly pushed open a slightly ajar carved wooden window, contracted his form, and slipped inside.
The warm light illuminated his profile—Shen Xuan.
"Ah Jun..."
A sweet call came from the direction of the bed.
Long Yunshang lay on her side on the wide bed, her delicate body draped in a thin layer of pink gauze.
She had just bathed, her honey-colored skin shimmering with a moist glow under the pearl light.
The ties of her gauze silently fell, revealing curves like rolling hills.
Long Yunshang’s eyes flowed softly, staring directly at Shen Xuan by the window, revealing an unconcealed smile.
"You finally came."
For more than four years.
The two often met alone, discussing heart matters and Tao.
Apart from the customs of Song Country, Shen Xuan occasionally guided Long Yunshang’s cultivation.
They were already very familiar with each other.
Shen Xuan walked towards the bed, his expression calm.
He untied his magic robe, casually draping it over the nearby screen, left only in his close-fitting blue outfit, outlining his strong lines.
He sat at the edge of the bed, glanced at the beautiful body close at hand, and gave a faint "Hmm."
Long Yunshang let out a light laugh and leaned forward, her soft arm like a snake wrapped around his neck, the scent of body and floral honey enveloping him.
"Ah Qiao has been waiting for you for a long time..."
She breathed softly in Shen Xuan’s ear, while her other hand restlessly slipped towards his collar.
Shen Xuan caught her mischievous hand, his gaze falling on her face: "Are you sure?"
"I’ve been sure for a long time!"
Long Yunshang did not flinch, pressing her entire soft body against him.
The gauze fully slid off.
Long Yunshang raised her face, her eyes shimmering with pure desire and challenge.
"What, is Ah Jun afraid?"
Shen Xuan spoke no more.
With a slight exertion, he pushed the proactive Long Yunshang onto the soft, thick bed.
Long Yunshang let out a light laugh, not afraid, but rather responding more heatedly.
...
The earth shook and the mountains quaked.
The sturdy sandalwood-built flower pavilion began to creak under the strain.
The beams trembled slightly, as if about to collapse at any moment.
Shen Xuan furrowed his brow slightly, extending a hand, fingers like a sword, pointing several times in the air around him.
Layers of pale blue ice walls instantly formed, silently enveloping the entire internal space of the flower pavilion.
All sounds and scents within the flower pavilion were sealed inside, with no leak to the outside.
"Ah Jun, pay no mind to that..."
Long Yunshang lay below him, her breath slightly disturbed, urging him: "Come quickly!"
Shen Xuan snorted coldly.
"Ah Qiao, aren’t you afraid I will..."
His words were cut short by Long Yunshang.
"Ah Qiao fears you lack the strength..."
Long Yunshang laughed amidst the turbulence, her voice full of confidence.
She was a body refining master at the middle stage of the Dharma Realm.
Her flesh body was not only strong but highly flexible.
Her endurance far exceeded that of an ordinary Inner Alchemy Realm.
Even stronger than Wan Meng Demon Lord.
The storm raged wildly.
Tenderness battered the flower.
...
Dawn approached, the window paper let in the first sliver of gray light.
Shen Xuan rose, swiftly and adeptly donning his magic robe.
Long Yunshang opened her eyes, gazing at Shen Xuan’s back, softly saying: "Ah Jun, are you leaving?"
"Hmm."
Shen Xuan faced away from her, tidying his magic robe.
"The rules are the rules, I cannot make an exception."
The Long Family Stronghold’s marriage tradition had been passed down for millennia.
Men had to leave before dawn, before the woman’s elders arose.
Typically leaving quietly through the window or back door.
Shen Xuan had no intention of breaking this rule, unwilling to affect his image among the Long Family Members because of it.
"Today I have an appointment with the Great Elder to go to the stronghold’s forbidden area, to explain the way of body refining to the elders."
"Alright."
Long Yunshang replied lazily, sitting upright, unabashedly exposing her body.
She would also go to hear the lecture.
Shen Xuan approached the window, intending to leave through it as he had the previous night.
"Wait."
Long Yunshang called out to him.
"Wait for me, let’s leave through the main door."
Shen Xuan paused, turned to look at her, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Matters between a man and a woman, especially involving a woman of high status, should naturally be hidden, avoiding attention.
His window-leaving departure was considering Long Yunshang’s Village Chief status and dignity.
Long Yunshang was calm, even carrying a slight, deserved pride.
Wrong.
Shen Xuan immediately realized.
The worldly ideas of male and female etiquette found on the Xuan Yuan Realm continent were entirely different from this secluded Long Family Stronghold.
Here, as seen by Long Yunshang and her clan members.
Having "True Master Shen," a powerful, handsome, and esteemed foreign elite, enter her flower pavilion, share a night of passion, form a marriage relationship.
This was not a "privacy" that needed hiding.
This was an honor.
A testament to Long Yunshang’s own charm and strength.
It was something to be proud of and openly displayed.
No need for any concealment.
Exiting together through the main door, bathed in morning light, encountering any clan member.
This in itself was a public acknowledgment of the relationship.
It was the most frank and direct declaration in the customs of the Long Family Stronghold.
Having realized this, Shen Xuan nodded slightly.
"Alright."
...
Long Family Stronghold forbidden area, mountaintop.
A flat large black rock served as the lecture platform.
Shen Xuan sat cross-legged in the center of the stone platform, his expression calm, his aura tranquil.
He seemed one with the surrounding vast sea of clouds and precipitous mountains.
Opposite him, seated in a semi-circle, were thirteen figures with steady auras.
These were all thirteen Dharma Realm elders of Long Family Stronghold.
The Great Elder Long Shijing sat in the center, solemn; Village Chief Long Yunshang beside him, her eyes bright, falling on Shen Xuan; External Affairs Elder Long Zhijiao and the other elders, at this moment, all restrained their usual authority, like focused students.
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