Read Novel Full Chapter 693 - Teach her in his own way...
Chapter 693: 693 - Teach her in his own way...
"Ah..."
Guo Tianhao’s lips parted slightly as a formidable energy surged through every fiber of his body.
He had just consumed the divine pearl of the Ten-Blade Body, refining both his physique and his affinity for the sword to an absurd degree.
Now, he possessed the power to control up to ten blades in the air at the same time, each one sustained at a level merely two cultivation stages below his own.
Wasn’t that incredible?
That damn Long Qingyi would never measure up to him!
With a radiant smile plastered across his face, Tianhao strode out of his cultivation chamber.
Li Tianfa, master of the Celestial Law Pavilion, was already there to greet him.
As always, the elegant stellar sovereign looked perfectly at ease, sipping his tea in slow, unhurried motions.
Tianhao smiled and spread his hands wide.
Ten ethereal blades materialized around his body, glistening with a pale light as they hovered in a silent formation.
"Powerful, isn’t it?" Tianhao’s grin stretched into a smug curve.
"I can use them at full power for a whole hour without depleting my Qi reserves, and they’ve only dropped two cultivation stages below my body’s power, even when all ten are active!"
Tianhao puffed out his chest, chin raised, waiting for the praise he felt he deserved. Tianfa, however, remained silent.
The leader of the Law Pavilion took another sip of his tea and set the cup down on the table with a soft clink of porcelain.
"Ten thousand swords... The Supreme Emperor of the Ten Thousand Swords. That is Qingyi’s new title."
"He defeated five hundred disciples single-handedly without so much as moving a finger. In the end, he revealed the ability to summon ten thousand Qi swords, none of them inferior to his own cultivation in power.
He has also already been officially adopted as Rouxi’s son."
Tianhao froze at those words, unable to believe what his ears had just conveyed.
"I-is this a joke?" he stammered, staring into Tianfa’s calm gaze. "Damn it! He’s not even a Celestial Emperor! WHY DOES HE HAVE ’EMPEROR’ IN HIS TITLE?????"
The title of emperor was not something so simple in the celestial realm.
There were nations ruled by monarchs, and even those, despite possessing all the power necessary to proclaim themselves empires, refrained from doing so unless their monarch was a Celestial Emperor.
To bear the title of emperor without being one, a person had to command unparalleled respect, origin, and fame.
It wasn’t a written rule, yet it was something deeply ingrained in the culture of every faction in the celestial realm.
Tianhao’s rage and jealousy exploded in his chest, burning hotter than any cultivation flame.
It must have been in the secret realm. That was it. Qingyi had taken advantage of Rou’er to get inside.
Tianhao was certain.
That vile man must have exploited his sweet Rou’er to enter the secret realm, then stolen the riches that Xue Hua should have claimed!
So repulsive...
Tianhao lied to himself without pause, knuckles whitening at his sides, and in the end, his gaze snapped back to Tianfa.
Qingyi had to die!
Tianhao didn’t care much that Qingyi had killed his brother, but to be above him in fame?
That was unacceptable!
Long Qingyi would pay dearly for this at the tournament among the great sects of the northern celestial realm!
As Tianhao stormed out of the room with a furious glare and heavy footsteps, Li Tianfa merely sighed, his elegant eyes radiating calm and composure.
Suddenly, the Guo family’s money wasn’t worth nearly as much as before.
He was not an honorable man, but he was a smart one.
His horse was already losing to the enemy, and he himself was no match for the opponent’s supporter.
"You’re on your own now, buddy. Good luck." Li Tianfa shook his head and turned his attention back to his tea.
***
Unaware of what was unfolding in Li Tianfa’s pavilion, Qingyi continued to be led by Rouxi’s maidservants through the luxurious palace that would now be his home.
A residence worthy of a stellar sovereign.
Once they had shown him every corner, the servants guided him to a garden and took their leave, allowing Qingyi to walk the grounds alone.
After a few steps, he finally spotted her.
Rouxi knelt beneath the shade of a tree, the picture of serene composure.
Her ample buttocks pressed down firmly against her heels, the plush flesh of her rear flattening overflowing in soft, generous curves that strained against the fine fabric of her robes.
Her thick thighs squeezed snugly together, the supple meat of them cushioning her frame, while her delicate hands rested gently atop the heavy swell of her enormous breasts, fingertips sinking softly into the pillowy flesh as if cradling their sheer mass.
A pose worthy of an incomparable milf.
A soft hum drifted from her lips, her eyes closed in quiet bliss.
Sensing Qingyi’s presence, she smiled and lifted her eyelids, beckoning him closer with a graceful curl of her fingers, inviting him to sit beside her.
The moment he obeyed, Rouxi gently cupped his head and drew him down until he was lying on the grass, his head cradled against her luscious thighs.
The warmth of her flesh bled through the thin silk of her robe, soft and pillowy beneath his cheek.
He looked up, and all he could see was her cleavage.
Those round, perfect mounds strained against the low neckline of her robe, the creamy flesh pushing upward and nearly spilling free of the fabric’s embrace.
"What do you think of the new residence, sweetheart?" Rouxi asked, stroking his black hair while her other hand curiously studied his horns.
"It’s... nice." He finally replied, earning a soft smile from her.
"You know... you’re even better than Rou’er told me. Soon, I’ll propose that you officially marry her. You don’t need to worry about Tianhao." She spoke tenderly, her eyes lifting for a moment.
"Don’t you think I should give you a bath now? You fought that whole duel..." Rouxi remarked.
Qingyi didn’t stink, quite the opposite; it was simply a thought that had drifted into her head.
"A bath?" Qingyi’s eyes widened, filled with bewilderment.
Did she want to bathe him as if he were a little boy?
"Yes... isn’t it common for mothers to bathe their children?" Rouxi tilted her head to the side, her confusion perfectly genuine.
Yes, but not adult men! What kind of mother still bathed her own twenty-three-year-old son?
Seeing the puzzled expression on Rouxi’s face, Qingyi finally understood.
That woman had no interest in men, yet she still dreamed of being a mother, even though she knew absolutely nothing about what it meant to be one.
Fortunately, she had him! Her reliable adopted son, ready to teach her all about it!