Considering that Fang Meiyun would soon awaken.
Tang Yu placed the mask in his storage ring and continued to feign ignorance within the Arena.
After a while, Fang Meiyun, who was lying on the ground with her backside exposed, suddenly opened her eyes. Perceiving the changes in her body, she let out a sharp scream and took a defensive stance, ready to attack.
But upon seeing that there was no one around, she quickly picked up the magic robe from the ground and put it on, then began to check her body.
Upon discovering that her virginity was still intact, she let out a long sigh of relief and said:
"Fortunately, I was cautious and left a restriction on my body, otherwise I would have already..."
Upon hearing this from the Arena, Tang Yu almost couldn't contain his laughter.
After checking all her belongings and confirming that nothing was missing.
Fang Meiyun opened the spatial restriction again.
A spatial crack appeared above her backside and began to expand, from which a completely mangled corpse fell.
Seeing the corpse, Fang Meiyun, furious, raised her hand and cast a spell that reduced it to ashes.
"No man can be trusted!"
She spat angrily and with a dark expression continued her way to buy supplies.
Fortunately, along the way, no one came to cause trouble.
The acquisition of materials went smoothly, after all, she was a powerful cultivator in the Divine Transformation realm, who would dare provoke her?
When Fang Meiyun finished buying and returned, she also encountered no issues along the way.
This made her sigh in relief, it seemed that the cultivator with mysterious origins did not belong to any organized force.
Currently, her sect had only just been established. Although they had considerable power, it was limited to her, Xiao Juele, and a few others.
The disciples were still too weak and scarce in number. If any powerful faction noticed them, the sect's development would be in danger.
"We must expand soon and also start generating income with spirit stones."
Fang Meiyun thought to herself.
Upon returning to the sect, she saw the disciples working hard with great enthusiasm.
A satisfied expression appeared on her face. She left the purchased materials at the foot of the mountain for the disciples to collect.
"Meiyun, look, this is the residence I've built for us. What do you think?"
Xiao Juele approached and pointed to a floating island high up on the mountain. On it stood a majestic and exquisite palace, though some details were still unfinished.
"It's very good, let's leave it like that."
Fang Meiyun wasn't picky about residences. To her, a cave was simply a place for secluded cultivation.
"Alright, then I'll keep working on it. Later..."
Xiao Juele winked at Fang Meiyun.
She, understanding the hint, blushed, turned her gaze away, and went to help the disciples with the construction on the mountain.
But with the arrival of night.
The disciples, after a day of work, retired to rest. The mountain renovation had only just begun, so there was no rush to finish it immediately.
Fang Meiyun wandered around the foot of the mountain for half a shift but eventually sighed and flew toward the love nest Xiao Juele had prepared for her.
When she entered, Xiao Juele had already arranged wine and spiritual fruits. Upon seeing her arrival, he gestured for her to come in.
Fang Meiyun, nervous, approached slowly and sat next to Xiao Juele.
He poured her a glass of wine and said:
"We are already Dao partners. Although there is no need to follow mortal customs of kneeling before parents, we should at least share a ceremonial drink, don't you think?"
"Ceremonial wine..."
Fang Meiyun, blushing, took the glass. Xiao Juele intertwined his arm with hers, and after locking eyes for a moment, they both drank the glass of wine.
After drinking the ceremonial wine, Xiao Juele tossed his glass, hugged Fang Meiyun tightly, and kissed her passionately.
At first, Fang Meiyun tried to push him away with her hands.
But after a few moments of kissing, she abandoned that symbolic resistance, and her body surrendered, going limp in Xiao Juele's arms, allowing herself to be swept away by his caresses.
From the Arena, Tang Yu, seeing this, wanted to tear his eyes out.
He quickly closed his eyes like an obedient dog and also sealed his ears, so as not to suffer an unforgettable psychological trauma.
While Xiao Juele kissed Fang Meiyun, he embraced her tightly. Both were immersed in the sweetness of that love.
But after that brief moment of happiness, tears began to run down her cheeks.
She then pushed him away forcefully, slapped him in the face, and, crying, said: "Why do you do it so skillfully?"
Xiao Juele, stunned by the slap, covered his face and looked at her incredulously.
"How many times have you kissed other women?"
Fang Meiyun asked, her voice choked with sobs.
"..."
Xiao Juele was silent for a moment before replying: "If you have no experience, how do you know I do?"
"I can feel it!"
"But I really haven't been with anyone. I learned it all from reading books. If you don't believe me, I can swear it by the Grand Dao."
Xiao Juele said seriously: "Besides, if I were a playboy, why would I insist on you? Isn't it precisely because I love you alone?"
Upon hearing Xiao Juele's explanation.
Fang Meiyun thought it made sense.
If he only admired beauty, being an expert of his level, many cultivators would throw themselves into his arms.
Then, she broke into a tearful smile and, stroking Xiao Juele's face, said: "Sorry, I was too distrustful."
"Your husband does not blame you."
Xiao Juele wiped her tears with his hand and immediately picked her up in his arms like a princess, walking toward the bed.
He was determined to completely possess Meiyun.
From that moment on, Meiyun would be his and only his!
When they lay down on the bed.
Fang Meiyun stored her magic robe, her face blushing like a peach blossom, and whispered:
"Do you want me to... use a spell to change my appearance? Maybe I look too old now..."
"It doesn't matter, I love you as you are. I like you in any form, you just need to be yourself."
Xiao Juele leaned in tenderly and gave Fang Meiyun a soft kiss on the forehead.
"..."
As time passed.
Xiao Juele, lying at the edge of the bed, took out a pipe and lit it. He took a deep drag and began exhaling clouds of smoke.
Fang Meiyun, for her part, took a pair of scissors from her storage ring, cut a plum blossom from the duvet, carefully folded it, and, looking at him, asked:
"Do you keep it, or shall I?"
"Give it to me."
Xiao Juele took it with great care and stored it in his storage ring. He then handed the pipe to Fang Meiyun and said: "Do you want to try?"
"What is this?"
Fang Meiyun had never seen anything like it.
"A old friend from the Litang sect gave it to me. Sometimes, smoking a bit helps relax."
Xiao Juele said nostalgically.
Upon hearing the name "Litang Sect," Fang Meiyun immediately showed respect.
The founder of the Litang Sect was none other than the Great Emperor Dingzhen, who ascended to the Celestial Realm!
She used to spend large sums to buy the purple smoke from the Litang Clan halls.
But she had never heard of this pipe! It was certainly a precious item not available to the public!
She took a few puffs and couldn't help but cough. A warm spiritual energy flowed through her throat and into her body; it was pleasant, although somewhat intense for her.
Seeing her choke, Xiao Juele smiled slightly, took the pipe from her, and held it in his mouth while saying:
"The moon is beautiful tonight, shall we enjoy it together, my wife?"
"Alright."
Fang Meiyun nodded, dressed with Xiao Juele, and they left the room.
The floating island had already risen above the sea of clouds, and the moon in the sky seemed within reach. With her beloved by her side, Fang Meiyun felt intoxicated with joy.
Just as she watched the bright moon in a trance.
Xiao Juele, sitting next to her, placed his hand on her back.
A second later.
That hand went through her body.
The smile on Fang Meiyun's face froze, blood began to flow from the corner of her lips, and she looked at Xiao Juele in disbelief.
Xiao Juele maintained a soft smile and whispered:
"Goodbye, my dear Meiyun."
Fang Meiyun stretched out her hand trying to touch Xiao Juele's face.
But from the wound, cracks began to spread all over her body, and that extended hand, along with her whole being, disintegrated into ashes.
Only a magic robe, a storage ring, and a bracelet embedded with Sand remained on the ground.
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