Chapter 129

Chapter 129

“Scoundrel, scoundrel!”

Feng Yuwan lay weakly in Yang Chen’s arms, softly cursing him under her breath. But her voice lacked any real anger, sounding more like a final act of defiance.

Her jade-like face was flushed, and the cold, aloof demeanor she once had was now replaced by a warm radiance.

Yang Chen could feel her heart racing and her breaths coming in hot and heavy.

He was momentarily stunned by this transformation—just moments ago, she was the proud and distant city lord, but now, in his arms, she was shy and bashful.

A single embrace and a gentle “Wan’er” had this overwhelming effect.

Sigh. Yu’er, oh Yu’er, if you saw this, it would surely break your heart.

“Wan’er,” Yang Chen whispered softly in her ear again.

Feng Yuwan’s body, now burning with heat, went completely limp in his arms. The once serene lakeside now seemed to carry a hint of spring warmth.

An hour later, Feng Yuwan lay nestled in Yang Chen’s arms, her slender fingers tracing circles on his chest.

“Brother Chen,” she murmured, naturally changing the way she addressed him. Otherwise, their passionate encounter might not have ended so quickly.

Yang Chen was very pleased with her new way of addressing him.

After all, she was the obsession in Yu’er’s heart, and now she was calling him “Brother Chen.”  The thought alone excited him.

If Yu’er could hear this, heh heh, he would definitely be thrilled too.

[Ding! Feng Yuwan has completely surrendered, seizing 1000 points of Providence Luck from the Son of Destiny, Long Tianyu. The host has gained 1000 VPs!]

The system’s voice echoed in Yang Chen’s mind.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

Completely surrendered? And another 1000 VPs? Not bad, not bad at all.

This one move alone had earned him 6000 villain points.

It just showed how important Feng Yuwan, this mother-in-law, was to Yu’er.

Sigh. Yu’er, oh Yu’er, what am I to do with you? How could your heart be so tainted? To think … Sigh. Thank goodness for your father. Otherwise, it would be unforgivable.

Yang Chen’s hand brushed gently across Feng Yuwan’s smooth, jade-like face.

She didn’t resist at all—just as the system had said, she had completely surrendered her heart. This was a testament to Yang Chen’s strength.

“Wan’er, relax your soul. I have something good for you,” Yang Chen said as he touched her forehead lightly, transmitting the dual cultivation technique of the dragon and phoenix.

Moments later, Feng Yuwan opened her beautiful eyes, her expression filled with excitement.

Given her knowledge, she could immediately see that this technique was of an extremely high grade, perfectly compatible with the two of them, as if it were tailor-made. If they cultivated together, their strength would surely advance by leaps and bounds. But thinking about the nature of the technique, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Yang Chen, a seductive charm immediately filling the air.

Yang Chen was momentarily dazed.

One must admit, when a frosty beauty like Feng Yuwan, who had cultivated for thousands of years, becomes emotional, she was truly enchanting and infinitely alluring.

“Wan’er, let’s explore the mysteries of this technique together,” Yang Chen said slowly, his anticipation evident.

Although that girl Xu Qingxuan often practiced this technique by his side, her cultivation level was too low, so it had little effect on him.

But Feng Yuwan was different.

She was now at the Fourth Stage of the Soul Transformation Realm, and the quality of her true energy was exceptionally high, even surpassing his by quite a bit. Moreover, after merging with the Sacred Lotus of Profound Ice, her Ice Phoenix bloodline had undergone a fundamental transformation.

Now, rather than calling her human, it would be more accurate to say she belonged to the Phoenix race.

She could even transform into a phoenix and soar through the heavens.

“Now … right now? Well … alright then!”

Faced with Yang Chen’s fiery gaze, Feng Yuwan, who had initially wanted to refuse, finally gave in.

Meanwhile, outside the small world, in the city lord’s mansion, the Ancient Snow City’s City Lord’s Mansion had now become the domain of the Feng family.

Half of the Feng family had moved there.

In a nine-story pavilion, Feng Qian Ning, simply dressed in a snow-white gauze dress, stood on the pavilion, gazing into the distance at the restricted area of the City Lord’s Mansion, lost in thought.

A gentle breeze blew, causing her dress to flutter lightly, revealing a section of her snow-white, jade-like calf.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps approached.

Long Tianyu pushed the door open and walked in.

“Tianyu, why didn’t you knock before coming in?”

Noticing Long Tianyu behind her, Feng Qian Ning immediately turned around, her tone tinged with displeasure.

Ever since Long Tianyu had seriously injured several core family members last time, the family had become even more dissatisfied with him. Although the Holy Son had intervened to protect him, most of the family elders believed that the Holy Son wouldn’t make a big fuss over a son-in-law.

Lately, many had been causing trouble for Long Tianyu.

Though she only regarded him as an ordinary friend and didn’t particularly like his current arrogant demeanor, the two were still nominally husband and wife.

So, she had allowed Long Tianyu to move into her pavilion but made it clear that he could only stay on the lower two floors and shouldn’t come up to her floor unless necessary.

“Tianyu, I’m sorry, I just forgot!” Long Tianyu quickly apologized, but a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He had done it on purpose, hiding his presence as much as possible before suddenly pushing open the door, hoping to catch her off guard and take advantage of the situation.

But in the end, he saw nothing.

“Don’t do it again! Otherwise, you’ll have to move out!” Feng Qian Ning warned before asking, “Is there something you need?”

“Qian Ning, I’m your husband. Can’t I come to chat with you even if it’s not important?” Long Tianyu stepped closer, a smile on his face, trying to ease the tension.

However, Feng Qian Ning replied impatiently, “I need to cultivate now. I don’t have time to chat! If there’s nothing else, please leave!”

Long Tianyu’s face immediately darkened.

No time? You need to cultivate? What cultivation were you doing just now? I came, and suddenly you need to cultivate. Clearly, you don’t want to see me. How infuriating. Qian Ning, I’m your husband, and I can cultivate too. You’ve seen my powerful talent. Why are you still so cold towards me?

Long Tianyu couldn’t understand.

At that moment, a pillar of light suddenly appeared, and blue light illuminated the entire City Lord’s Mansion.

Then, a remarkable figure appeared in the sky.

“It’s the Holy Son! He’s out of the forbidden area!”

Feng Qian Ning’s once impatient face immediately lit up with excitement, her beautiful eyes fixed on Yang Chen in the sky.

Behind her, Long Tianyu, seeing her excitement, felt the veins on his forehead bulge. His fists clenched tightly, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

“Damn it! I came to find you, and you said you were busy cultivating, wanting me to leave! But when you see Yang Chen, you get this excited! Bitch, bitch! Just like your mother, both bitches! Ah!”

Long Tianyu gritted his teeth and growled softly.

But his gaze lingered on the graceful, curvaceous figure standing beside Yang Chen. His mother-in-law, after not seeing her for a month, seemed to have become even more alluring.