Chapter 249
A few hours later, Yang Chen stepped out of the Heavenly Dao Hall.
Outside the hall, Qing’er was practicing her swordsmanship, her spiritual sword slicing through the air.
When she saw Yang Chen emerge, her eyes immediately lit up. She tossed her sword aside and rushed over.
“Brother!”
For the past half-year, Yang Chen had mostly been in seclusion. Even Chu Xi, who lived in the same courtyard as him, had barely seen him—let alone Qing’er.
The little girl threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.
Yang Chen furrowed his brows slightly.
A girl truly changes as she grows older.
In just half a year, Qing’er had changed significantly. Her once-childish face now held a hint of maturity, and her figure had become more … developed. Perhaps because she had spent so much time with Yu Yourong, her master, she had even acquired some of her traits.
As vast as the sea, as inclusive as the heavens.
However, this time, Qing’er didn’t sob and complain about how long he had been gone. Instead, her face was filled with excitement and pride.
“Brother, you’re incredible! That Yu Zun, I never liked him! Hmph! They always said he had an invincible presence, that he was unmatched among his peers—but in the end, you defeated him with a single punch! Brother, do you know? Right now, everyone in the Holy Land is saying that you are the strongest genius in its history! If nothing unexpected happens, you’ll definitely become the Holy Son!”
Qing’er’s bright, intelligent eyes sparkled with admiration. She had gone to watch the Holy Son Tournament in person.
Having personally witnessed her brother’s overwhelming defeat of the once-arrogant Yu Zun, Qing’er felt an uncontainable surge of excitement. Her brother was the true invincible genius among his peers, unmatched in all the world.
“Brother, you’ve been in seclusion for the past half-year. I haven’t seen you for such a long time! I want to go back to Youyue Peak with you and stay for half a month!”
Overcome with excitement, Qing’er clung to Yang Chen’s arm and began shaking it back and forth.
“Alright. When we get back, I’ll have your Sister Chu Xi make you something delicious!”
Yang Chen patted her head and nodded in agreement.
Then, without drawing attention to it, he subtly pulled his arm out of her embrace.
This girl really doesn’t treat me like an outsider at all …
…
At that moment, on Youyue Peak, inside Zhan Qiuyun’s courtyard … two elegantly mature women sat across from each other, sipping tea.
The drifting leaves from the Concentration Tree complemented the crisp autumn air, creating a picturesque scene. The beautiful woman from the Immortal Palace lifted her teacup, her veil shifting slightly, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white, flawless cheek.
She took a gentle sip of tea before slowly speaking: “Qiuyun, for you to transform your Dark Moon Physique into the Bright Moon Sacred Physique is truly remarkable. The Dark Moon Physique not only has inherent flaws in constitution, but also in temperament—it makes one naturally reclusive and cold. This is precisely why so many fail to reach the Dao Integration Realm. But from what I see, your once-isolated heart seems to have softened.
Hearing this, Zhan Qiuyun’s delicate body trembled. Her hand shook slightly, and tea spilled from the cup.
“Sister Yin, w-what are you talking about?! How could I possibly have a Dao Companion?!” Zhan Qiuyun hurriedly denied it.
But at that moment, Yang Chen’s figure surfaced in her mind. Half a year ago, under this very Concentration Tree, with autumn leaves swirling in the wind, they had quietly embraced each other.
Damn it! That little bastard’s presence only serves to disturb my Dao heart!
A sharp sword radiance flashed in Zhan Qiuyun’s mind as she forcefully cut down all the distracting thoughts.
“Really? You don’t? If you don’t, why are you so flustered? Heh, I was only asking casually~” The beautiful woman from the Immortal Palace chuckled playfully. But in her heart, she was already certain of her guess. There was definitely a man in Zhan Qiuyun’s heart. And that man was most likely that little fellow named Yang Chen.
Her own martial nephew … Heh, no wonder she was so nervous to deny it.
After all, what she was doing was truly an older woman preying on a younger man.
The Immortal Palace beauty didn’t continue with the topic and smoothly transitioned to another conversation.
…
Meanwhile, Yang Chen led Qing’er away from Tongtian Peak.
After his battle with Yu Zun, his reputation had already shaken the entire Heavenly Dao Holy Land. Along the way, the cultivators they encountered all bowed respectfully when they saw him.
Some of them were over a thousand years old, yet they still addressed him as Senior Brother—some even directly called him Holy Son.
Qing’er held her head high, clearly proud beyond measure. She looked as if her brother’s glory was her own.
Upon arriving at Youyue Peak, Yang Chen didn’t go to see Zhan Qiuyun right away, instead returning to his own small courtyard first.
…
Inside the courtyard, Chu Xi was leisurely strolling through the flower garden. The moment she saw Yang Chen, her face lit up with joy, and she quickly ran toward him—throwing herself into his arms.
“Brother Chen!”
Of course, Chu Xi had attended the Holy Son Tournament as well.
When she saw Yang Chen facing the arrogant and untouchable Yu Zun, her heart had nearly jumped out of her chest. But thankfully, her Brother Chen was even more monstrous than anyone could have imagined.
Even spanning three whole realms, he had still dominated and defeated Yu Zun.
At that time, she had gently caressed her stomach and whispered to her unborn child: “Look, this is your father. You must take him as your role model.”
Chu Xi was already seven months pregnant, and her belly had naturally begun to swell. However, this didn’t make her figure look bloated. Instead, she exuded a warm maternal glow.
Yang Chen couldn’t help but hold her even tighter, gently stroking her back.
Chu Xi’s beautiful eyes were filled with soft affection, and it was clear that she was moved. But then, she noticed Qing’er staring at them with wide eyes, watching their interaction like a hawk.
Chu Xi’s face flushed red, and she hurriedly pushed Yang Chen away.
Then, she turned to her little sister-in-law, smiling: “Qing’er, you’re back too! Do you want some hotpot? Sister Chu Xi will make it for you!”
Qing’er glanced at Chu Xi’s round belly for a moment.
Then, after hesitating briefly, she finally nodded.
“I do! But Sister Chu Xi, I can help you!”
…
Soon, the stone pot was bubbling with fragrant steam, and the entire courtyard was filled with the delicious aroma of hotpot. The bright moon gradually rose into the night sky.
Under its gentle glow, the small courtyard was bathed in silver moonlight. Qing’er ate happily, her small mouth smudged with oil. But once they had eaten and drunk their fill, Yang Chen signaled for her to return to her room to sleep.
Qing’er pouted in dissatisfaction.
But in the end, she reluctantly obeyed.