Chapter 154: Arriving at the Yang Clan

At this moment, Yu Tianyun and Bai Chenxiang were intoxicated by each other's passion, as if they had forgotten everything.

After an unknown amount of time, the two's passion gradually subsided.

Yu Tianyun held the now powerless, completely limp Bai Chenxiang, and regardless of what was in her heart, said tenderly, "I love you."

Bai Chenxiang's expression was somewhat dazed; looking at the handsome face before her, she couldn't help but feel a wave of drowsiness attack her, utterly uncontrollable.

"I'm sleepy…"

She said only that, said no more, and did not reply to Yu Tianyun's "I love you"; gradually, Bai Chenxiang lost all perception of the outside world.

Yu Tianyun gave a self‑deprecating smile; as a scoundrel, he had a clear understanding of himself. Love and the like were all illusion; most of the women around him were not there because of love, merely choices after weighing pros and cons.

However, he was not averse to it; he was lecherous by nature, and as long as a woman was beautiful and caused no trouble, he accepted her without hesitation.

Each got what they needed: his strength and status could give them what they wanted, and their beauty and gentle comfort were what Yu Tianyun coveted.

Perhaps after long companionship, they would also develop feelings over time.

After all, Yu Tianyun's external conditions could be described as flawless, only committing the mistakes all men make; for women of this era and continent, that was not hard to accept.

But if one day Yu Tianyun lost everything—his strength, his influence—perhaps the women around him would abandon him.

Yet not everyone would act so; Duguyan might have a great chance of staying by his side, because she does not overly depend on the benefits Yu Tianyun brings. Therefore, each additional woman makes Yu Tianyun feel a bit more guilt toward Duguyan.

What exactly was he striving to cultivate? For immortality, for transcending emotions? He was only half right; he yearned for longevity but did not want to lose all desires by forgetting emotions.

If he wanted to preserve this wonderful life, he had to keep getting stronger; that was the true motivation behind his cultivation.

Yu Tianyun gently placed Bai Chenxiang on the bed, carefully covered her with a blanket, and gazed at her peaceful sleeping face, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

He slowly walked out of the room into the courtyard, looked up at the star‑filled night sky. Recalling the bits and pieces of his journey, with more and more women around him, he did not want to lose any, yet he did not know whether such days could continue in the future.

Although his current strength had reached the Title Douluo level, the contest with Bai He made him face reality.

In the past he had greatly underestimated the people of this world; others spent decades to ascend to Title Douluo, their combat experience being countless times richer than his. His raw power might be comparable to a 95‑level Title Douluo, but his actual combat ability was certainly lacking.

Moreover, what does an ordinary Title Douluo amount to? Even a 99‑level Peerless Douluo sometimes struggles to control his own destiny.

The Spirit Hall's foundation was too strong, possessing two divine‑seat inheritors; before they became gods, it still had the largest number of Title Douluo, as well as the sole Peerless Douluo not limited by activity range.

If they truly resolved to annihilate the Lan Dian Ba Wang Sect, it would still be easy to accomplish; it remained a sword hanging over Yu Tianyun's head.

His befriending of Qian Renxue was not only to covet her body, but also to plan to avoid this crisis.

But he was also unsure of Qian Renxue's true attitude toward him; he dared not rashly reveal his identity face‑to‑face and then discuss openly, for that would likely be cut down by a sword from Qian Daoliu.

He could only subtly influence, silently expressing goodwill toward the Spirit Hall.

Yu Tianyun knew his talent had already been partially exposed; after being rescued by Qian Renxue, she would surely examine his condition, and besides the Soul Ring and soul bone, his whole body was likely fully inspected by Qian Renxue.

Divine Ascension! Only this could solve all current problems.

Regarding whether he could become a god, Yu Tianyun was very confident, yet he could not be sure his speed of ascension could truly catch up with Bi Bi Dong and Qian Renxue.

Bi Bi Dong's path to divinity had begun long ago; her divine trial was probably more than halfway passed, and Qian Renxue was practically on cheat mode, almost as if she had been destined from birth to be the next Angel God; as long as she returned to take the divine trial, she would become a deity in a very short time.

"Damn, so annoying!" Yu Tianyun grabbed his hair and suddenly became distressed.

Being born in the Lan Dian Ba Wang Sect, especially during this special period, truly left Yu Tianyun feeling helpless.

If it had been a hundred years earlier, even twenty or ten years earlier, Yu Tianyun wouldn't be this miserable. Behind the glory he now possesses lies an extremely dangerous vortex.

"Do your best; even if in the end it truly cannot be done, at least you've enjoyed it, and it's worth it," he sighed, returned to the room, embraced the beauty and gradually fell into dreamland.

……

The next morning.

When Yu Tianyun opened his eyes, warm gentle sunlight had already poured in through the window, turning into specks of light that illuminated the room.

He gently lifted his arm, but still startled the beauty beside him. Yu Tianyun said softly, "Xiangxiang, it's time to get up; in a moment Grandpa and I are going to the Breaking Clan, would you like to come?"

"Mm!" Bai Chenxiang replied softly, just as she tried to sit up, the sour ache in her body made her lie back obediently.

She cast a plaintive glance at Yu Tianyun, then her face flushed bright red, hurriedly burying her head in the pillow, recalling the many shameful things she was tormented with last night; she felt as if she were about to ripen.

"Hehe..." Watching the girl turn into a shy young wife, Yu Tianyun was very satisfied with his 'masterpiece', then blue‑golden light blossomed from his hand, gently stroking her sore spot.

"No... don't, I can't bear it..." Bai Chenxiang, feeling Yu Tianyun's action, immediately cried out, thinking Yu Tianyun was about to unleash his beastly nature again.

Not to mention a maiden who had just experienced intimacy; even a middle‑aged woman like Liu Erlong would find it hard to endure Yu Tianyun's steel‑like body alone.

"Don't what?" Yu Tianyun grinned mischievously.

"Don't... don't that..." Bai Chenxiang, overwhelmed with shame and anger, could not bring herself to speak.

Yu Tianyun stopped teasing her, withdrew his right hand, and said, "Feel it—are you more comfortable now?"

Bai Chenxiang was startled by his words, carefully sensed the area, and indeed, as Yu Tianyun said, the soreness had vanished; she then slowly rose, yet dared not look at him, keeping her head down, her ears still flushed.

Without further words, the two got up, finished washing and breakfast, and then went to look for Bai He.

Seeing Bai Chenxiang curled up on Yu Tianyun, face flushed, unwilling to lift her head, Bai He felt a tinge of bitterness but mostly joy. Though his actions were somewhat indecent, for the sake of his clan and Bai Chenxiang's future, he considered it all worthwhile.

Yu Tianyun had no particular aversion to Bai He's actions; he himself was a lecher, and he didn't force anyone—so when they came to him, he accepted them without refusal.

Yu Tianyun stepped forward and said, "Grandpa, let's set off right now!"

"Alright, let's fly straight there," Bai He said, and a pair of wings appeared on his back, soaring upward toward the distance.

Yu Tianyun also sprouted a pair of splendid Dragon Wings behind him, pulling Bai Chenxiang into his embrace, following closely.

Yu Tianyun and Bai He flew at extreme speed; in less than an hour, the three of them traveled from Feiyu City to Cangyun City.

Cangyun City remained much the same as over two years ago, with no major changes.

Under the towering gatehouse of the Yang Clan, two sharp‑eyed strong men still stood guard.

This time, without presenting any invitation, Bai He himself served as a pass, and he entered smoothly.

(End of chapter)