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Ding, Lucky Shop upgrade complete!
The system's chime stirred Lan An, but now wasn't the time to explore, so he set it aside.
Ding, Upgrade Gift Pack available for 36 hours, priced at 500 million Prestige Points. Will the host purchase? Jin Ni's voice rang again, twitching Lan An's lips.
"Damn it, wasn't the gift pack free?" he cursed inwardly.
"System upgrade gift packs are free; shop upgrade gift packs require purchase," Jin Ni explained patiently.
"What's inside?" Lan An nodded, focusing. Something costing 500 million Prestige Points had to be extraordinary.
"The shop upgrade gift pack contains four items: one Bloodline, one Physique, one Soul Technique, and one Cultivation Method. The Physique, extremely rare, is only available at Lucky Shop Level 3. Host, seize this opportunity!" Jin Ni urged.
"A Physique?" Lan An's eyes lit up. From prior talks, he'd grasped their immense value.
No wonder the pack's price was astronomical.
But he wasn't rushed first, he'd settle his harem.
"Ahem, as I've said, you're all my treasures. Henceforth, we're one family!"
He cleared his throat, smiling sincerely.
His women, sensible and understanding, quickly warmed to each other after initial awkwardness.
Mu Zi Yin, adept at reading hearts, steered the conversation, earning everyone's respect.
Ruo Xue's gentle elegance and soft demeanor swiftly bonded her with the others as sisters.
Bai Su Mei needed no mention any woman of Lan An's was family to her.
Yan Hong Lian's fiery passion won Mu Zi Yin's fondness.
Only Li Zhu Luan and Yan Die Qing locked eyes competitively. Li Zhu Luan, once the harem's youngest, cherished by Lan An, felt her status threatened by an even younger rival.
Yan Die Qing sensed Li Zhu Luan, barely older, radiated beauty and subtle allure, clearly favored by Lan An, sparking envy.
Slap, slap…
Two crisp sounds echoed as Lan An's hands firmly struck their rounded hips.
"Eek!"
Yan Die Qing and Li Zhu Luan jumped, their hips tingling.
"Hmph, my harem must be harmonious and joyful, or don't blame your husband for enforcing house rules!" Lan An asserted his authority, face stern.
"Hmph!" The two pouted coyly, turning away from each other.
Mu Zi Yin, hearing "house rules," recalled her own hips numbed by his devilish hands, her cheeks blooming rosy.
Ruo Xue and Yan Hong Lian, unaware of these "rules," silently vowed to behave.
"Now, take the three sisters to choose their palaces. Make up for their time apart you owe them much these two years!" Mu Zi Yin, ever the understanding wife, spoke softly.
Lan An's heart swelled with love she was heaven's gift.
Ruo Xue and Yan Hong Lian gazed gratefully at Mu Zi Yin, moved by her magnanimity.
As Lan An's first women, they'd spent little time with him, missing his trials, feeling lesser compared to Mu Zi Yin's cohort.
Bai Su Mei and Li Zhu Luan, equally sensible, soon flew off with Mu Zi Yin to their palaces for seclusion.
The combat trial loomed in ten days they needed peak condition.
"Come, follow your husband to our home!" Lan An pulled the trio, willing a thought.
A Palace Tree branch, wreathed in white clouds, descended. He led them aboard.
Second tier, Palace Tree…
"Gorgeous! Little An, your master's incredible!" Ruo Xue's eyes sparkled, lips parting in awe at the celestial scenery.
It rivaled Hundred Flowers Sect's beauty.
The Yan sisters nodded. Their clan's volcanic heat lacked such ethereal vistas.
They believed Lan An's mysterious master gifted these wonders.
Lan An could only silently apologize for his and their safety, the system's secret stayed buried.
"Fine, we sisters will pick our palaces, no need to trouble you!" Yan Hong Lian waved casually, pulling Yan Die Qing away.
Ruo Xue's heart warmed, her wit catching their intent to leave space for her and Lan An.
Lan An watched the sisters depart, guiltily vowing to bring them lifelong happiness.
He didn't insist they stay—their bond wasn't yet deep enough, and forcing it would strain them.
"Treasure, which palace do you like?" Lan An clasped Ruo Xue's hand, asking tenderly.
Her heart quivered, alone with him, her longing unleashed. She nestled into his chest, greedily inhaling his scent.
Her cherry lips parted, whispering, "You choose, my love. As long as it's our home, even a straw hut would do, let alone these grand palaces."
Lan An's heart melted at her words, selecting a snow-white palace with a babbling lake, its poetic charm enchanting.
"It shall be Ruo Xue Palace, your home henceforth!" he smiled, handing her a teleportation token, explaining its use.
"Let's see inside!" Ruo Xue, brimming with joy, linked arms with him, stepping in lovingly.
The grand doors closed.
The spacious interior boasted every luxury—bronze mirrors, plush bedding, all top-tier, suffused with a soothing fragrance.
"Treasure, I have a gift for you!" Lan An turned her, gazing into her azure eyes, smiling.
"You're making me nervous!" Ruo Xue beamed.
Before her eager gaze, a resplendent garment appeared in Lan An's hands, her eyes dazzling.
The gown shimmered with seven-colored radiance, its silken, elastic fabric styled like an imperial consort's, irresistible to any woman.
Neon Feather Dance Robe: Crafted from rare Seven-Color Silkworm Thread, Mid Earth-Grade attire, defends against multi-attribute attacks from Spirit Transformation Stage cultivators and below.
Lan An had purchased it long ago, reserving it for his Ruo Xue.
"Like it, my love?" he asked, grinning.
"I adore it…" Ruo Xue's smile sparkled, her eyes gleaming with delight.
"Let me dress you!" Lan An embraced her waist, whispering by her ear.
"Mmm…" Ruo Xue shyly hummed.
Two years of yearning, their marital bond, her body his she surrendered.
Lan An's touch was tender, gently peeling each layer of her clothing.
Her azure robe fell…
Her snow-white skin gleamed, clad only in a white camisole shielding her bosom and a small undergarment veiling her hips and fertile valley.
Her undergarments were pure white.
Lan An's breathing quickened, reaching to undo them.
"Didn't you want to dress me?" Ruo Xue glanced coyly.
"I want you bare beneath, wearing only this indulge me, treasure!" Lan An hugged her tightly, his breath hot.
"I'm yours why ask?" Ruo Xue lowered her head, her voice a faint buzz.
Lan An's restraint snapped, lifting her noble chin the Hundred Flowers Sect Saintess, dream of countless men.
He claimed her rosy lips.
"Mmm…"
A moan escaped as Ruo Xue, already aflame, looped her powdery arms around his neck, parting her lips, offering her fragrant, moist tongue.
Smack… smack… smack…
Their lips melded, tongues entwining, each craving to consume the other.
Lan An savored her exquisite face mid-kiss—her lips still fragrant, sweet, fresh.
She was a lofty bloom atop a snow peak, his to pluck.
Ruo Xue felt her body exquisitely sensitive.
Two years apart, sleeping alone after tasting love, was torment for a woman like her.
She'd buried herself in cultivation to dull the ache, reaching Late Nascent Soul Stage with remarkable progress.
Her Saintess status granted richer sect resources.
Kissing her endlessly, Lan An loathed to part, his hands seeking her bosom.
He tore off her camisole.
Her proud peaks bounced in his palms, their divine texture vivid as yesterday.
"Mmm, love them, my darling they missed you!" Ruo Xue's lips sealed, transmitted with spiritual force.
"Treasure, they're bigger I love them!" Lan An replied, one hand on her waist, the other molding her breasts into myriad shapes.
His fingertips teased her rosy buds, hard as red diamonds.
Drip…
A splash hit the floor Ruo Xue's mortified.
Just kissing and fondling, she'd climaxed.
Her white undergarment was soaked.
Lan An, witnessing, parted her sweet lips, a silvery thread linking their mouths.
"Undress me, treasure!" He kissed her forehead.
Ruo Xue nodded obediently, her delicate fingers stripping his attire.
His muscular, scarred body emerged, wounds from the trial yet to heal.
Ruo Xue lowered her head, her dainty tongue lovingly tracing each scar.
Lan An gazed fondly, smirking wickedly, guiding her small hand to his throbbing, veined shaft.
Ruo Xue's breath hitched, her valley dripping. Her slender hand grasped his shaft, stroking gently.
Her hand couldn't encircle its girth, so she used both, teasing his jewels.
Finally, to Lan An's delight, her fragrant mouth descended, lips parting to envelop his fierce length.
Gulp…
The Dragon Immortal Sacred Canon had enhanced his size, too vast for her mouth. She tenderly licked its shaft.
Lan An sat on the plush bed, Ruo Xue knelt, serving him devotedly.
"Gods, so good, my treasure," he sighed, eyes closed.
Reluctant to let her labor, he lifted her onto the bed, reversing their positions.
His shaft re-entered her mouth.
He yanked off her drenched undergarment, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her rosy, flooded petals, playfully ruffling her silken tuft, his tongue probing her inner sanctum.
They devoured each other, unrestrained.
No barriers spiritual or physical remained.
"Little An, take me! I can't bear it!" Ruo Xue, driven wild by his oral worship, released his shaft, pleading.
"Patience, wear it first!" Lan An rose, embracing her. He craved her too two years was an eternity.
Ruo Xue obeyed, standing bare, donning the Neon Feather Dance Robe.
Its seven-hued glow veiled her, her flushed cheeks exuding allure, her eyes watery with desire, lips provocative.
Lan An, entranced, pinned her to the bed.
"Mmm, ravish your Xue Nhi, husband!" Ruo Xue panted, parting her jade legs.
The robe half-concealed her, tantalizing.
Without a camisole, her buds pressed against the fabric, exquisitely seductive.
Lan An, inflamed, lifted the robe's hem, exposing her most enticing portals.
He positioned his rigid shaft between her slightly parted petals, rubbing, soaking in her nectar.
"Enter, my love I've craved you these two years!" Ruo Xue bared her heart.
"Treasure, I've failed you. Henceforth, I'll sate you daily!" Lan An vowed, aligning his tip with her crevice.
Thrust…
His hips surged, a wet sound echoing.
"Hah!"
Both gasped in ecstasy, pleasure flooding their minds.
"So tight, my Ruo Xue's still so tight, warm, soft trying to drain your husband?" Lan An licked her sweat-dappled face, teasing.
"Exactly, drain you so you can't philander!" Ruo Xue smiled, fulfilled, his tip kissing her womb, no gap spared.
"I'm a philanderer, but I'll please my treasure first!" Lan An laughed, thrusting gently.
"Harder, my love don't spare me!" Ruo Xue swayed her hips, nails digging into his sleek back.
"As my wife commands!" Lan An grinned, pulling her to the bed's edge, standing, thrusting fiercely.
Slap, slap, slap…
Their loins collided fiercely, the noble Saintess in resplendent attire ravished relentlessly.
"Mmm, ah, yes, this feeling… this feeling… I'm in bliss!" Ruo Xue panted, climaxing again after mere dozens of thrusts.
"Treasure, you're so sensitive, so wet!" Lan An adored it, pounding harder.
"Mmm, it's… all… your… fault… ah, too good…" Her retort drowned in tidal pleasure, tears streaming.
"I'm in bliss too I love you!" Lan An gasped, taking her in regal attire, a potent aphrodisiac.
"Ah, I love you too, I'm close again change positions!" Ruo Xue cried, flipping prone, her alluring hips raised.
Lan An understood, gripping her slender waist, lifting the robe, plunging into her rosy haven from behind.
Slap… slap… I'll make you sing, mold your haven to my shaft! Lan An growled, thrusting.
"Yes, claim it, my love it's been empty these two years. I'll never leave you harder, ah, so good…" Ruo Xue matched him, his searing shaft grazing her sensitive folds, driving her mad.
This time, Lan An refrained from the Dragon Immortal Sacred Canon or Dragon Qi. After Ruo Xue's fourth climax, he neared release.
Feeling his shaft swell and pulse, Ruo Xue purred, "Thrust fiercely, my love I want to finish with you!"
Lan An obeyed, pulling her arms back, invading her sanctum with frenzied force.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP…
He sprinted, hundreds of brutal thrusts piercing her womb. Ruo Xue's eyes rolled, lips drooling, panting and moaning, "Ah, you're killing me, my love you're divine… I'm there, I'm there, release, my love! Ahh!"
"HRGH!"
Lan An roared, his shaft buried, her warm flood triggering him. Ecstasy surged, his essence erupting fiercely.
"AHH, I'm dying, so good…" Ruo Xue sobbed, torrents of scalding essence flooding her sanctum, collapsing onto the bed.
Lan An fell beside her, stripping off the Neon Feather Dance Robe, tossing it aside, cradling her bare form, caressing tenderly.
Ruo Xue nestled into his chest, eyes closed, savoring the afterglow.
They held each other, panting silently.
In this moment, silence spoke louder than words…