Chapter 439: Chapter 428: The Cyan Lotus Demon King Becomes a Tea Immortal
The girl’s boudoir was entirely red, with red bed curtains, bedding, window drapes, and tablecloth. Add a few "joy" characters, and it would be a wedding room.
A subtle fragrance wafted through, incense clouds coiling like dragons around the space. Tu Yingying blushed deeply, her face shy and her skin tinged with the hue of dawn.
Wang Xuan’s thoughts and emotions stirred, his body moved; amid chaos, the little fox took the initiative slightly, and the two were swept into a tidal wave of passion.
Thus, an entire night passed.
The sun rose higher and higher, its rays shining directly on the grass and trees, evaporating the night’s moisture, as people embarked on their daily activities.
Wang Xuan withdrew his arm from under the pillow, and clothes flew over from the rack, dressing him automatically piece by piece.
Last night, he seemed a bit enthralled, otherwise, he wouldn’t have woken up late, but the pleasure from last night was indeed bone-deep and unforgettable, enticing him immensely.
Qingqiu Race women have always been cherished by male cultivators, naturally, they possess unique charm that grants immense joy.
With hands behind his back, the daytime Qingqiu Mountain Range seemed even more vibrant and colorful compared to the night.
Gazing at the tea fields on the distant hillside, Wang Xuan noticed several Celestial Demon Peak Fox Immortals, enjoying their morning tea harvest, living a life full of flavor.
"Why not sleep a bit longer?" Wang Xuan asked without turning around, listening to the voice behind him.
"Already woke up late," Tu Yingying mumbled, "I told you to leave last night, but you insisted on staying. Now the sun is so high."
"My fault." Wang Xuan knew better than to argue, needing to leave the lady some dignity.
"What do you plan to do in the future?" Wang Xuan suddenly asked.
Tu Yingying paused for a moment, then replied indifferently, "What plan? Aren’t we friends? Or do you fancy marrying me? Dream on."
She absolutely did not want to see that tigress in Jiangyou Province. In ancient times, kings did not meet, nor did she, unless they fought, at least in constant jealousy. It was better to flirt outside.
Qingqiu Race women, if unable to hold a man’s heart, could hold onto their person, which outside women could hardly match.
Wang Xuan was quite surprised by Tu Yingying. How did this usually naive and lovable little fox suddenly become so smart?
This strategic retreat left him feeling apologetic towards Tu Yingying, and he valued her even more, intending to give more in the future.
"If you wish to stay in Qingqiu, it’s up to you. When I have time, I’ll visit you often.
We have long lives; barring death, the years we can accompany each other are long. There’s no rush for dawn and dusk."
Wang Xuan comforted Tu Yingying, and she listened well, having become his woman, she couldn’t make him worry and fret daily; otherwise, it could lead to resentment over time.
Tu Yingying smiled, her eyes forming crescent moons. She did not contest or vent or throw minor tantrums, but many things would present themselves naturally, deepening her relationship with Wang Xuan. Such wisdom is beyond many foolish women.
"Alright," she responded obediently.
Wang Xuan asked, "Want to meet your parents? I’ve slept with their daughter; they are likely expecting some explanation."
The "explanation" meant reputation. At least, a clear status, not hidden away secretly, ideally as the principal spouse.
"Father is probably a bit angry, though the elders in the tribe will calm him down. Better to wait and discuss later." Tu Yingying’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment; Wang Xuan being here overnight is something the tribe won’t hide.
Once the word spreads, outsiders would know she had an affair with Wang Xuan, the woman of the Hongwu Taoist.
In this era, there are those strong who maintain monogamous marriages and those surrounded by beauty. It’s all about personal belief. No one would interfere with their matters, nor dare to gossip.
Provoking Wang Xuan could lead to ten, perhaps a hundred years of turmoil for the babbling families and sects—for thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of years. Who would dare to speak?
Like the Fox Ancestor of the Qingqiu Race, rumors of her affair with a certain Immortal exist, but no one dares to speak openly.
For example, True Immortal Hefang who achieved the Void, many people know of his relationship with the Profound Lady Sect’s Fairy Yuanfei, yet no marriage, but nonetheless, having slept with the renowned Fairy for a century, who would dare criticize?
What troubled Wang Xuan was his inability to promise Tu Yingying "a lifetime together" which made him feel guilty towards this lady.
Tu Yingying had accepted it, and he certainly wasn’t bothered by others’ gossip.
Lingering in the Qingqiu Mountains until evening, Wang Xuan didn’t stay further but began his journey to the Netherworld Star Realm, where his friend Li Daoming was.
He hadn’t seen him for many years, unsure of his friend’s current status.
Watching Wang Xuan’s departing figure, Tu Yingying gave a smiling farewell. But once he was out of sight, loneliness showed on her face.
"Silly girl, knowing you’re upset, if you want to cry, just cry."
A graceful figure drifted over, embracing Tu Yingying. Which woman doesn’t wish for a lifetime of love with one partner?
"I’m not crying; today should be happy. I’ve become his woman!" Tu Yingying declared bravely, her head held high.
Despite her words, tears flowed down unchecked. The grievance was natural, which woman doesn’t want a grand wedding?
Yet, as she cried, recalling Wang Xuan’s kindness, sweetness unexpectedly filled her heart, and she laughed.
The Cyan Lotus Fox King’s jade-like fingers tapped her daughter’s forehead, chuckling, "Silly girl, crying and laughing like a three-year-old."
Tu Yingying snuggled into her mother’s embrace, her mother’s broad bosom a warm, soft harbor: "I’m just a child; I’m your little darling."
This remark made the Cyan Lotus Demon King laugh aloud and say, "Oh, oh, my little darling, yesterday you were a girl, today you’ve become a woman. Are you planning to be my little darling forever?"
Tu Yingying blushed furiously, "Not talking to mom anymore."
The mother knew her daughter had trouble letting go of her ego, so she stopped teasing her, leading her daughter into the boudoir, step by step, graceful and poised.
Smelling the faint incense lingering in the room, the Cyan Lotus Demon King nodded in satisfaction, "Last night, you must’ve tasted its essence. That was a clan treasure named Eternal Love Fragrance, never shared outside, reserved only for the Fox Maiden’s wedding night."
Tu Yingying’s eyes widened in curiosity, "Mom, why did you give me this yesterday? I have inheritances of charm art and intimate techniques, why need such a thing."
She muttered inwardly, no wonder during her entwining with Wang Xuan last night, they were overwhelmed and inseparable, experiencing new flavors like in an Immortal Realm. She thought it was the special effect of the Fox Race’s Secret Techniques.
"If explained, you’d find it difficult to accept. As a maiden only having one night, it must be perfect. Silly girl, does caring make you blame me?" the Cyan Lotus Demon King tapped Tu Yingying’s forehead again, faintly annoyed.
She loved peace and lived elegantly and leisurely for centuries, spending days planting, harvesting, brewing, and tasting tea, pondering the art of tea.
Who in the Qingqiu Race didn’t know she was a tea fanatic? Many even called her Tea Immortal, though she merely smiled at the title.
If not for her daughter, she wouldn’t bother with such schemes.
"Listen well to the logic mom tells you. We don’t fight for what we can’t win, but when necessary, fight discretionarily."
The Cyan Lotus Demon King gently touched Tu Yingying’s flat stomach, "Yingying, be prepared for motherhood; you might have your own child soon."
Tu Yingying blushed, "Celestial Tier beings find it difficult to have offspring; it’s a blessing from heaven, not so fast."
The mother-daughter pair jested playfully like sisters, each with their thoughts, quietly permeating through the boudoir.
(There will be another update this afternoon.)
