Night fell.
After everyone enjoyed a sumptuous dinner together, the three were led by three palace maids into three adjacent empty rooms.
After Cultivating for a while, Zhou Fan was about to lie down and sleep when he saw the door to his room open. His Fairy Master, wrapped in a thick bedsheet, walked in with eyes brimming with water.
As Zhou Fan's gaze encompassed her entirely, Luan Feng Immortal stepped forward, the bedsheet falling to the ground, instantly revealing the inner wear this Fairy had meticulously prepared.
Zhou Fan gasped, he knew the clothing industry in this world was very open and developed, but he hadn't expected it to reach a degree that surpassed his previous life.
Luan Feng Immortal was very satisfied with her bad Disciple's fiery gaze. Her expression feigned seriousness, and she elegantly spun around, allowing Zhou Fan to see her thoroughly from front to back, inside and out.
Zhou Fan couldn't hold back anymore. Who could blame him when this Fairy Master was so unbelievably bad at housework?
He threw the large item onto the bed, disassembled the black and white piano keys inside, and began to vigorously compose the passionate chapter unique to this night.
...
The lingering sound echoed, continuous as a thread.
Just as Zhou Fan was about to play the climax of the chorus, his Divine Sense suddenly perceived someone else walking towards Nangong Wan's room.
It was Xuanyuan Qingyu, who had changed into a black-based, gold-patterned casual outfit. She couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and originally wanted to find her good sister Nangong Wan to share a bed and chat all night.
However, as soon as she reached Nangong Wan's room, she heard a blush-inducing musical performance coming from the adjacent room.
The lingering and clear female soprano part was clearly the work of Luan Feng Immortal, Sister Wan.
And the powerful and deep male bass part seemed to be the voice of Sister Wan's tall and strong Personal Disciple.
Xuanyuan Qingyu, who had never had such an experience, listened to their extremely harmonious and uninhibited musical performance. Her usually stern and icy face couldn't help but show a slight blush.
Xuanyuan Qingyu suddenly remembered her lost love.
A hundred years ago, she was not yet the Empress of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, but merely one of the Old Emperor's many children.
Later, the Old Emperor suffered Qi Deviation during Cultivation and somehow found a Demonic Technique that relied on sacrificing family members to increase his cultivation.
Although Xuanyuan Qingyu had Core Formation Early Stage Cultivation at the time, she was no match for the Old Emperor, who was empowered by the Dynasty's Power Of Will.
As she was about to be sacrificed, Xuanyuan Qingyu had already closed her eyes in despair.
She thought her life would end there, but she never expected to be rescued by a Daoist she had never met before.
That Daoist called himself Qingyan. His fire-elemental Spells were astonishingly powerful, able to contend with the Old Emperor several times with Core Formation Late Stage Cultivation. In the end, he even released an extremely strong Tier 4 Spell with a Tier 3 body, severely injuring and repelling the Old Emperor.
Xuanyuan Qingyu was rescued by Daoist Qingyan and spent a period of hiding in the Xuanyuan Dynasty with him.
Later, they conspired to ambush and kill the Old Emperor. As the Old Emperor's only remaining offspring and possessing Core Formation Realm Cultivation, Xuanyuan Qingyu successfully ascended to the throne, becoming the Empress of the Xuanyuan Dynasty.
After becoming Empress, Xuanyuan Qingyu was busy with state affairs every day, while Daoist Qingyan continued to travel, slaying demons and eradicating evil. Their contact gradually decreased.
Until one day, Daoist Qingyan informed her via a sound transmission talisman that he was getting married, and his Dao Companion was a Fairy from Luoyun Temple.
Xuanyuan Qingyu didn't know exactly how she felt. She wanted to smile and congratulate him, but she couldn't.
Xuanyuan Qingyu attended Daoist Qingyan's wedding ceremony and even prepared a very valuable gift: a pair of perfectly matched high-grade Magical Artifact bracelets.
Daoist Qingyan warmly greeted every guest, including her.
Xuanyuan Qingyu sat below the stage, watching the dazzling Luan Feng Immortal and the spirited Daoist Qingyan on stage. A hint of bitterness welled up in her heart again.
She wanted to rush onto the stage and ask if, when they were hiding together, she had confessed her feelings, would the person standing beside Daoist Qingyan now be her?
She didn't ask. Since she didn't say it then, there was no need to say it now.
Later, Daoist Qingyan died, leaving only Luan Feng Immortal and a newborn baby.
Xuanyuan Qingyu went to visit the mother and son. Originally, she only wanted to confirm whether Daoist Qingyan's death was true, but as she chatted more and more with Nangong Wan, the two women, both somewhat empty and lonely, quickly became good friends who confided everything in each other.
Xuanyuan Qingyu was very fond of Qin Li, the remaining Bloodline of Daoist Qingyan. Every time she visited, she would bring the little fellow some children's toys.
However, Qin Li seemed to be a little afraid of her when he was young. Every time he got a toy, he would run away. Xuanyuan Qingyu found it amusing, so she would hold the little fellow in her arms, preventing him from running away.
Another ten-plus years passed. Xuanyuan Qingyu's Realm reached Core Formation Late Stage, and she began to prepare for her Breakthrough.
Qin Li had also grown into a handsome young man, very much like his father. Daoist Qingyan was once a famous handsome man far and wide. According to Nangong Wan, one time she dressed Qingyan in her clothes and lightly made him up, and he looked even more feminine than her.
Xuanyuan Qingyu looked at Qin Li in his youth, recalling the years treasured in her memories. For some reason, she suddenly felt at peace.
Perhaps it was time, perhaps it was not loving so much.
In short, in the ninety-ninth year after her ascension, which was the ninety-ninth year of the Qingyu calendar, Xuanyuan Qingyu completely let go.
She changed the era name to Huangchu, hoping for a new beginning for herself.
While recalling those long-sealed memories, Xuanyuan Qingyu leaned against the wall.
She had never heard Sister Wan make such sounds. When she used to chat with Nangong Wan about private topics, Nangong Wan would always confide in her how 'incapable' Daoist Qingyan was, and that she had to rely on self-satisfaction after every time to resolve her needs.
Now, listening to Nangong Wan's soaring, uninhibited words, Xuanyuan Qingyu thought to herself that she must properly tease Sister Wan tomorrow. This time, it was the other person who was 'capable,' but you seemed a bit 'incapable.'
Xuanyuan Qingyu touched the cold wall, rubbed it twice, and quickly suppressed the unusual emotion in her heart.
She suddenly thought of Sister Wan's son, Xiao Li. Wasn't he sleeping next door?
Sister Wan was playing an instrument in the middle of the night, so noisy. She wasn't even afraid of Xiao Li hearing it. How shameless.
Xuanyuan Qingyu still didn't know what Cultivation Technique Qin Li Cultivated. She just felt more and more aroused the more she listened. Pressing tightly against the wall, she looked around and saw no one.
Xuanyuan Qingyu took out a key, flashed into Nangong Wan's empty room, and began to delve into the mysteries of music theory on her own.
...
Early the next morning, the four sat at the long dining table, tacitly not mentioning what happened last night.
After breakfast, the four flew towards the direction of Xuyuan on their swords.
