Chapter 401: Spring Bro

When the red sun rose, all things entered spring.

This copper‑coin‑sized red sun was named "Spring Bro" by Zhang Xingyu.

Spring Bro is the thing Zhang Xingyu condensed from the desire fire within the Divine Sea.

Thinking that this desire‑fire red sun was cultivated using the ancient celestial technique Sun True Classic makes Zhang Xingyu feel on the verge of tears without a drop.

Others who cultivate the Sun True Classic use Sun True Fire, producing a sun that blazes scorching, burning heaven and earth.

He cultivates the Sun True Classic with the desire fire from the maidens' bodies, yielding a sun warm as spring that stirs passion.

If the ancient celestial emperor Donghuang Taiyi who created this classic were still alive, he would surely die of anger at the red sun Zhang Xingyu forged.

Although this red sun is not perfect, Zhang Xingyu is still very pleased.

To have saved a life and also cultivated this desire‑fire red sun, it can be considered a case of "a loss may turn out to be a blessing."

Zhang Xingyu cradles Spring Bro in his hand, looks at it for a moment, then returns it to the Divine Court.

Having had the atmosphere disturbed by Spring Bro, Zhang Xingyu finally has the nerve to embrace Tang Yunxi again.

He reluctantly withdraws his right hand, his face full of regret.

His demonic hand was already sliding onto Tang Yunxi's back, just a hair's breadth from hugging her slender waist, but Spring Bro ruined it.

Even though Senior Sister Yunxi was aroused by Spring Bro, Zhang Xingyu does not wish to take advantage of the situation.

Next time, I'll definitely succeed.

Thinking this, Zhang Xingyu turns his head toward Tang Yunxi beside him.

At that moment, Tang Yunxi has just come to her senses after the desire stirred by Spring Bro.

She shyly glances at Zhang Xingyu, then, flushed, darts away quickly.

When her graceful figure disappears at the edge of his sight, Zhang Xingyu finally resumes his cross‑legged seat.

He needs to check his own physical condition.

All right.

His handsome face is intact.

He sinks his Divine Consciousness into the Divine Court.

Within the Divine Court, a red sun hangs high in the void, illuminating the entire court brightly.

On the Divine Sea, the misty Divine Water has long dried up, and the gurgling Divine Spring has vanished.

A blue lotus sways gently at the center of the sea floor, bearing no scorch marks.

Below the lotus, a golden figure clutching a jade cauldron wails, "I'm dying, I'm dying. Divine one, save me."

A charred long sword lies askew beside the lotus, as if it could snap at any moment.

Next to the sword, a flame the size of a soybean flickers gently.

Above the flame, six facets of divine crystal crackle, seeming ready to explode.

His Divine Consciousness scans all around, yet finds no trace of the divine infant.

It seems he is completely gone.

Partings always occur on drizzly days.

The next day, a light drizzle falls from the sky.

A vermilion dragon boat rests quietly at the dock.

This is the most luxurious dragon boat of the Hundred Flowers Palace, forever moored at the Hundred Flowers Port.

For tens of thousands of years, its cabin doors have never been opened.

Today, he welcomes the most honored guest on Hundred Flowers Island.

Zhang Xingyu waits quietly beside the hanging ladder, awaiting Tang Yunxi's reluctant farewell with the Lord of Hundred Flowers Palace.

Ahead, the Lord of Hundred Flowers Palace holds Tang Yunxi's hand, whispering softly.

Even while speaking to Tang Yunxi, she does not forget to glance at Zhang Xingyu.

Her gaze toward Zhang Xingyu is complex—envy, regret, and a hint of sorrow.

Zhang Xingyu feels a chill in his heart under her stare.

This beautiful older woman is too dangerous; his instinct tells him to keep away.

Beside her, Tang Yunxi's pretty face flushes as she repeatedly nods gently to the Princess of Hundred Flowers.

Zhang Xingyu grows a bit impatient waiting.

He lightly stamps his foot, his gaze sweeping over the crowd on the shore before landing on the distant flower fields.

On the ridge, A Chou vigorously waves a small hand toward Zhang Xingyu.

She really wants to see him off at the shore.

But there are too many send‑off staff on the shore; she feels scared and stays far away, unwilling to approach.

Zhang Xingyu waves at A Chou.

Even from a great distance, he can clearly see two lines of tears on the little girl's cheeks.

Zhang Xingyu pats his waist, where a coarse pouch hangs.

The pouch, a gift from A Chou, is sewn from unknown beast hide and contains seeds of various strange flowers and herbs.

While vigorously waving at A Chou, Zhang Xingyu shouted loudly, "A Chou, you must live well. Also, you must believe in yourself. You really aren't ugly at all!"

The people on the shore all turn to look at him.

A quarter hour later.

The dragon boat slowly departs the dock.

At the same time, the rain stops and the mist clears. The sun breaks through the clouds, casting golden rays onto the sea.

A seven‑colored rainbow arches far over the horizon where sea meets sky.

Zhang Xingyu held Tang Yunxi's hand and quietly gazed at the rainbow in the distance.

"So beautiful!" Tang Yunxi whispered to Zhang Xingyu.

"So beautiful!" Zhang Xingyu said quietly, looking at her.

At the pier.

Hundred Flowers Madam quietly watched the pair of beauties on the boat.

Only when the dragon boat vanished from sight did she gently sigh, "So beautiful! What a pity, beauty never lasts!"

On the dragon boat.

Zhang Xingyu and Tang Yunxi interlocked their ten fingers, sitting at the bow.

After leaving the pier, their hands never once separated.

"I really wish I could keep holding her hand like this forever!" Zhang Xingyu thought.

"I really wish I could keep holding his hand like this forever!" Tang Yunxi thought.

Behind the two, the guards and maidservants all tactfully kept their distance. Occasionally someone tried to step forward to report, but was stopped by a glance from Tang Yunxi's personal maid Xueyun.

Two hours later.

The dragon boat had already drifted thousands of li away from Hundred Flowers Island.

The once‑calm sea suddenly turned tumultuous, with towering waves.

The waves slammed into the dragon boat, causing it to sway violently and erupt in a series of booming roars.

On the deck, spray flew in all directions.

Zhang Xingyu quickly mobilized his spiritual energy. The Spiritual Aura condensed into a fiery red shield, firmly protecting the two within it.

Zhang Xingyu gently wrapped his arms around Tang Yunxi's fragrant shoulder, "Yunxi, don't be afraid."

"Mm." Tang Yunxi replied softly, her voice full of sweetness.

At the same time, the protective devices on the dragon boat were activated.

The dragon boat steadied, then continued to forge ahead across the sea, riding the wind and waves.

The farther they went, the larger the waves became.

After less than a quarter of an hour, the spray rose to thirty meters high.

The towering wave struck the dragon boat, which bobbed like an autumn leaf amid the raging sea.

Zhang Xingyu channeled his spiritual energy, his feet rooted to the deck like ancient tree roots.

Zhang Xingyu held Tang Yunxi's fragrant shoulder tightly, "Yunxi, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Mm." Tang Yunxi answered softly, her voice full of trust.

Zhang Xingyu's heart surged.

"Let the storm come even fiercer!" he shouted in his mind.

At that moment, a sea beast dozens of meters long crashed toward the bow with the massive wave.

Zhang Xingyu flicked his fingers like a flash; sword light streaked across the waves, slicing the sea beast into palm‑sized pieces of flesh.

The flesh pieces fell onto the bow's shield, turning into black smoke that was instantly incinerated without a trace.

Another quarter of an hour passed in the same way.

The dragon boat emerged from the stormy zone, and the sea once again became calm and windless.

"Yunxi, we're safe now."

"Mm."

Zhang Xingyu turned his head toward Tang Yunxi and found she was also turning to look at him.

The two exchanged smiles.

At that moment, at the edge of their sight, purple aura rose, and rosy light surged into the heavens.