Free Web NovelChapter 490: Chapter 272: Chen Chuyu: Sir, Please Wait...
Tang Qiu Yao wrapped her arms around Ling Changqing and cooed, "Husband, isn’t it about time we had a child? The sisters are getting a little anxious!"
"..."
Ling Changqing paused, then said helplessly, "That’s up to the heavens. It can’t be rushed. There’s not much I can do."
By now, Ling Changqing had engaged in Dual Cultivation with quite a few Dao Companions, but not a single one had announced any good news. It was no wonder the women were all getting a bit concerned.
But one couldn’t really blame Ling Changqing for this. He felt he’d been working very hard. ’If anyone’s to blame... it must be my wives’ bodies for not cooperating, right?’
Of course, he didn’t dare say this out loud. Otherwise, facing a crowd of indignant women, he wouldn’t be able to leave the bed for days.
"What are you thinking about?"
The moment Ling Qiyue saw the look in his eyes, she immediately got the gist of it and chided him flirtatiously.
"N-nothing!"
Ling Changqing was startled and quickly said, "I was just thinking about whether there’s a good way to help you all get what you want sooner."
Xue Qingtan said in a lovely voice, "What better way is there than to put a little more effort into us?"
"That’s right. When all’s said and done, it’s because you’re not working hard enough, Husband."
Fu Yin Xue said, her smile radiant.
Qin Yun was even more direct, pushing Ling Changqing down. "If you want heirs, you can’t slack off. Let’s go again, Husband!"
The women giggled and swarmed him.
...
「The next morning.」
Their faces glowing and their beauty captivating, the women rose, dressed, and then, completely satisfied, left hand-in-hand for breakfast.
Only the utterly exhausted Ling Changqing was still sleeping soundly, not stirring until the sun was high in the sky.
’I really shouldn’t have gotten involved with so many women...’
Ling Changqing grumbled to himself. It was only at times like these that he resented his ever-expanding harem.
’Then again, aside from the first few, all the others had come onto him of their own accord. It wasn’t as if he went around trying to seduce them.’
"Master... are you awake?"
Dressed in a crimson gown, the charming and radiant Song Xuelan glided over, a sweet smile on her bright, lovely face.
"What are you doing here?"
Ling Changqing asked lazily.
"They’re all outside, so I came to attend to you, Master."
Song Xuelan said in a soft, honeyed voice. Her delicate hands moved to her waist and released the Jade Belt Hidden Button. As the soft layers of her gown slid down, her curvaceous, jade-like body was revealed.
She swung her long, slender legs and lightly climbed into the Phoenix Brocade Quilt. Her head, with its waterfall of black silk hair, bowed as she began to massage his legs.
Ling Changqing couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath, his hands cupping her smooth, lovely face...
As the personal manager of his inner household, she was one of the few women who understood Ling Changqing best. She knew he would have recovered his strength by now, so she had snuck over, intending to have a second "breakfast."
"I was wondering where you’d disappeared to, you little hussy. Turns out you were sneaking in here for a private snack, huh?"
A teasing voice drifted from beyond the embroidered bed curtains.
A fragrant breeze swept through as Ling Menghuan, dressed in a gown like an ink wash painting and exuding a cool, aloof air, flashed into view. Following behind her was Li Hanyou, her eyes sparkling and her beauty as radiant as a spring blossom.
Song Xuelan paused her activities to lift her head, shooting them a flirtatious glare. She cooed:
"And you’re calling me out? Aren’t you two here for the same thing?"
Ling Menghuan snorted. With hands as nimble as fluttering butterflies, she was naked in an instant, her enchanting, snow-white body squeezing onto the bed.
As for the bewitching, Fox Spirit-like Li Hanyou, she was even faster. Already stripped bare, she was already pressing her snowy mounds to his lips...
...
By the time the commotion finally died down, it was already noon.
The three women helped Ling Changqing dress before they all went out together, where the Maids had already laid out a lavish lunch.
The next several months were calm and peaceful.
Ling Changqing settled down and stopped wandering about. He spent his time with the women, either focusing on his Cultivation day and night or enjoying the sights around his domain.
Speaking of the two great sea regions, Feiyu and Chi Xue, Ling Changqing had been so busy with his Cultivation that he had only ever given them a cursory glance, never taking the time to properly explore.
Now that he finally had some leisure time, he decided to relax and have the women take turns accompanying him on his sightseeing.
Among the more than one million islands of varying sizes, there was no shortage of beautiful scenery.
Some islands were as picturesque as landscape paintings, and with their abundant Spiritual Qi, they had been operated as exclusive resorts for Cultivators by their former rulers.
After the Ling Family took over these territories, they made no changes, continuing business as usual.
This day, Ling Changqing was visiting the former territory of Longevity Hall. He was accompanied by the master and disciple pair, Liu Qianlan and Liu Xiuyan, as well as Mu Xinlan, Liu Ying Meng Luan, and Liu Ying Bingchan.
Their destination this time was an island nearly ten thousand li in circumference. On the island was a lake hundreds of li across, and in its center lay a volcano that had been dormant for over a thousand years.
The long-dormant crater had since formed a tranquil lake. Under the sun, its surface refracted the light into a magnificent shower of gold and blue.
...
In the coastal region of Yuzhou, within the Marketplace of the Songhe Sword Sect, a Nascent Soul power.
A portly man with an honest-looking face, dressed in magnificent brocade robes, strolled leisurely through the streets. Tucked into his belt was a plain-looking silver axe.
If Ling Changqing had been present, he would have recognized him as Yu Qingyang, the young prodigy of the Yu Family with whom he’d had a brief encounter in Dragon Soul Valley.
Many years had passed, and this young master, who had also been blessed with extraordinary fortune, had now reached Golden Core Peak Cultivation. He was only half a step away from the Nascent Soul True Monarch Realm.
Just then, a beautiful woman in a purple dress approached. She had a cold, imposing aura and a calm gaze. Beneath her gorgeous, deep-purple skirt, the contours of her astonishingly long legs were faintly visible.
Following behind her were more than twenty stunningly beautiful Female Cultivators, each with her own distinct charm.
She was the Saintess of Yaozhou’s greatest power, the Shenluo Celestial Palace: Chen Chuyu.
Yu Qingyang seemed to recognize her. He subtly lowered his head and stepped aside, intending to duck into a nearby shop to avoid her.
However, Chen Chuyu had already spotted him. Her red lips parted slightly, and a voice as cool and clear as jade called out:
"Please wait, Young Master!"
