Chapter 206: The Different Third Holy Mother and the Incitement to Rebel Against Heaven

"Hehehe!"

"Little beauty~ I've finally caught you!"

"Ah—"

It was Yang Chan who pulled Fang Longye into her embrace and began to grope him all over.

But the moment she pulled him into her arms, she felt something was wrong.

His build was tall and sturdy, completely different from the little sisters she had been playing with.

However, because they had precedents of changing their forms to startle people, she didn't take it to heart at first.

As a result~

She turned beet red.

"You—"

Quickly stepping back, she ripped the green veil covering her eyes off, and Yang Chan was about to scold Fang Longye.

But upon seeing Fang Longye's face, which he had made no effort to conceal, she was instantly stunned!

Because in all these years, she had never seen any male immortal whose looks and temperament could compare to her peerlessly handsome second brother.

Yet today, she had encountered one.

The same extraordinary handsomeness, the same jade-like grace, only their temperaments were completely different.

Her own second brother was a born god of war; even when he intentionally restrained himself in front of her, he still gave people a sense of a deep pool and a towering mountain.

But the man before her, with his hair bound by a Golden Crown, dressed in a white robe, with eyebrows flying into his temples and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, looked both righteous and evil.

Yet, facing this mix of righteousness and evil, she was surprisingly not repulsed in the slightest. On the contrary, there was an indescribable magic that made her unable to help but want to draw closer to him and understand him.

As for Fang Longye, seeing Yang Chan pull off her blindfold and looking closely, he was immediately struck by her beauty.

Even though she was dressed in men's clothing, it did not hide her peerless elegance; it even added a special quality to her.

Her flawless jade face, even while frowning in anger, was still exceptionally moving and extraordinarily beautiful.

Beneath her noble and elegant air, there was a maiden's playfulness; she was a national beauty, beautiful beyond compare.

The magnificent scenery all around seemed dim and lusterless in contrast to her.

Stunning, truly stunning.

The other party's appearance, temperament, and that innate, indescribable quality in her bones, all mixed together, were truly rare in his life.

Seeing the Yang Chan before him, Fang Longye could not help but think of the verse, "One smile topple a city, another smile topple a nation."

In this world, among the female cultivators he had seen so far, there was truly no one who could compare to her.

This is not to say that Qingli and the others were really far behind her in terms of appearance.

In fact, in terms of looks and figure, there was no qualitative difference; one could only say that like plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, each had its own merits.

But when all sorts of other things were added together, there was indeed a significant difference.

This difference was very similar to the difference between Zhao Min and Xiao Zhao in the martial arts novels of his past life.

Can you say that Zhao Min is truly prettier than Xiao Zhao? But you have to admit that Zhao Min is just more suitable to be the female lead.

……

"Hey!"

"Don't you know what place this is? This is the private quarters of us women."

"As a male guest, you actually snuck in here without a sound; what is your intention?"

"You clearly heard the sounds of us women playing. It's one thing not to think of avoiding suspicion, but you insisted on crowding up to Sister Yang Chan. Do you think we don't know what you're plotting?"

"Look at those eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and nose of yours; at a glance, you're a lecher."

"Exactly~"

"Speak! Which little hussy brought you in?"

The group of fairies surrounding Yang Chan recovered from their initial panic.

With skirts fluttering like geese, dancing lightly, they stepped forward and arrived before Fang Longye.

For a time, they chattered away, surrounding him and denouncing him all at once.

Youthful and beautiful, with voices like swallows and orioles.

"Oh my! Sister Yang Chan, you're actually still keeping quiet? Aren't you usually eloquent~ How is it that after bumping into a man, you've become so reserved?"

A fairy in yellow saw Yang Chan standing to the side, speechless and lost in thought as she gazed at Fang Longye, and her eyes rolled around as she began to shout and scream.

"That's right~"

"I get it! Sister Yang Chan's heart is stirred by spring~"

"No wonder you're acting like a lady! So you want to maintain your image in front of your future husband~"

"She doesn't speak, but when she does, she shocks everyone!"

"Sister Yang Chan, you must consider this carefully! Don't look at how handsome this person is; he might just be a silver-plated pewter spearhead, useless in bed. That would be miserable~"

After the yellow-clad fairy started it.

The other fairies also turned their guns and teased Yang Chan with giggles, leaving Fang Longye, who had been the target of everyone's attention, to the side.

Only—

Hearing that last sentence, the corners of Fang Longye's mouth twitched.

A silver-plated pewter spearhead? Useless? What kind of tiger-wolf words are these? You're telling me they are fairies from Hundred Flower Valley? Aren't they just a bunch of female hooligans? Yang Chan was naturally very familiar with these fairies; after hearing these teases, she came back to her senses, her pretty face only slightly red before returning to normal.

Putting her hands on her hips, she scolded in a deliberately fierce tone: "Pah! A bunch of keyboard warriors~ Be careful, or this lady will spend a fortune to have this young brother deal with you little hussies!"

"Blehh~"

Hearing Yang Chan's threat, the women laughed even more happily and said in unison, "We're so scared! If you have the ability, make him do it~"

"She's flustered! She's flustered! Sister Yang Chan is flustered!"

Fang Longye looked at the beautiful female immortals crowding all around him, their appearances varied, and listened to their teasing voices—some delicate, some charming, some crisp, some feigning coldness—and his eyelids twitched again and again.

No way~

The female immortals gathered together, and in private, they were actually like this? He hadn't seen his own harem act like this.

Could it be that female immortals who have joined the Heavenly Court establishment are different from female immortals with other backgrounds? How come they don't look like flower fairies at all, but rather like those women from his past life who would gather in private, frolic wantonly, and make dirty jokes? "Hey! Stand still, don't run! Take my claw, I'll teach you to gossip~"

How could one mouth compare to a hundred?

Soon, Yang Chan's retorts were drowned out by the chattering.

Unable to help her anger and embarrassment, she bared her fangs and brandished her claws, heading toward the yellow-clad immortal who had teased her first.

"Yo! Still saying you don't~ Sister Yang Chan, after finding a man, you've become increasingly fierce and domineering. Look at this man-eating look, it's truly terrifying."

The yellow-clad immortal dodged Yang Chan's "An Lushan's Claw," not forgetting to tease her as she spoke.

There was also a red-clad female immortal, quite bold.

With a sway of her body, she arrived at Fang Longye's side, tugged at his lapel with one hand, and pointed at Yang Chan, who had started a game of tag among the pile of female immortals.

Covering her small mouth with her other hand, she laughed: "Little brother, have you seen Sister Yang Chan's true colors? She's a total shrew~"

"Do you regret trying so hard to get close to her just now? Tee-hee~"

Fang Longye looked at Yang Chan, who was playing and frolicking among the female immortals, appearing mischievous and lively.

It was completely different from the appearance and temperament he had imagined out of thin air based on myths and legends.

Was it because she was still just a young girl, rather than the virtuous wife and mother who had already married and had children? Or were there other hidden circumstances in the future? He had no way of knowing.

While pondering, he simply nodded in response: "It's alright."

"Alright?"

This red-clad flower fairy deliberately repeated it with exaggeration.

She turned her head, about to continue teasing Yang Chan, when a fair hand struck from the left, directly imprinting an "An Lushan's Claw" upon her—it was a sneak attack from Yang Chan.

No longer able to continue the commotion, the red-clad fairy gritted her teeth and charged into the chaotic battle.

After frolicking for quite a while, having finally suppressed the group of female immortals, Yang Chan came before Fang Longye, panting, the scent of flowers rushing toward his face.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, raised her eyes to look at Fang Longye, caught her breath, and asked: "Might I ask where the Young Master's immortal home is? And your honorable name?"

It was quite straightforward, without pointlessly introducing herself again.

Clearly, she also understood that as long as they knew her name, any Golden Immortal would know her identity.

Introducing herself would be redundant.

Fang Longye thought for a moment, and no longer hiding his true self or using an alias, he told her frankly: "I won't hide it from you, Third Sister-in-Law. I am Fang Longye, my home is at Cangmang Mountain in Beiju Luzhou, and I style myself Yuanlong Jun."

"Yuanlong Jun Fang Longye?" After hearing this, Yang Chan's beautiful eyes turned, a flash of realization appearing in her gaze, faintly mingled with excitement.

"I have heard of you!"

"Yinglong Laozu secretly favors you quite a bit~ It is said that the position of Young Lord of the Dragon Clan is already being kept vacant for you!"

Yang Chan leaned in close, smiling as she patted Fang Longye on the shoulder, with the air of someone who thought highly of him.

"Beiju Luzhou?"

"Yuanlong Jun?"

"Yinglong Laozu?"

"Young Lord of the Dragon Clan?"

The group of female immortals, who had been suppressed by Yang Chan and had fallen into silence, quickly gathered around upon hearing their conversation.

It was one sentence after another, chattering away.

Sensing the inquisitive intent of these female immortals, Fang Longye shook his body, dispelling his heavy concealment to reveal the dragon horns on his forehead.

"Eww—"

"Tch!"

"At first, I thought you looked quite handsome~ I didn't expect you to be of the Dragon Clan. Let's go, let's go~"

"Who brought this dangerous person in? I must find Sister Baihua and have her properly discipline her~"

"It seems I didn't wrong you just now. Calling you a lecherous Demon is giving you too much credit! At a glance, I can tell you're a big perverted Demon~"

"Ptooey!"

Unexpectedly, upon confirming Fang Longye's Dragon Clan identity, these female immortals each revealed looks of disgust and lingering fear.

They scattered like birds and beasts, quickly distancing themselves from Fang Longye, and in the blink of an eye, they had vanished without a trace.

Damn it! What's wrong with the Dragon Clan? Did the Dragon Clan eat your rice?

Before this, Fang Longye had worn a smile, but seeing the reaction of these female immortals, he immediately couldn't hold it in anymore~ Even if these female immortals were disgusted because of his origin, viewing him as a creature born of wetness and eggs, he wouldn't have been this furious.

That look, that expression—they clearly regarded him as some kind of rapist!

It was the first time Fang Longye had felt resentment toward those predecessors of the Dragon Clan.

It's all your fault! The reputation of the Dragon Clan has been ruined by you old fellows who are indiscriminate and sow your seeds across the world!

Making me, a pure-hearted junior, be mistaken for a lecher by everyone I meet~ After the frustration passed.

Fang Longye looked curiously at Yang Chan, who was still standing by his side, and couldn't help but ask: "Might I ask why the Immortal is still here?"

Yang Chan did not respond to this question.

Instead, she impatiently asked a question that caught Fang Longye off guard.

Her eyes filled with smiles, she said softly: "Does Brother Fang wish to go to Heaven to be an official?"

Fang Longye was stunned; he hadn't expected Yang Chan to ask such a question.

Uh~ Fang Longye pondered for a moment, first nodding, then shaking his head, and said: "I am just a bit curious about life in the Heavenly Court."

He had actually considered the question of becoming an official in Heaven before. After all, the end of the universe is the establishment.

As the saying goes, it is easier to get things done when one has connections in the imperial court.

When all is said and done, no matter how weak the Heavenly Court's control over Honghuang may be, it remains the institution that nominally rules over Honghuang.

Whatever the legitimacy, Merit and Luck, resources... the benefits are quite substantial.

Even after reaching the Great Luo realm, joining the Heavenly Court can still bring significant benefits.

And for someone at his level of cultivation, serving as an official in the Heavenly Court offers even greater advantages.

Not to mention the legitimacy and Merit and Luck; just the illicit gains one could scrape together from holding even a minor official post would make his mouth water.

Fang Longye is not like some members of the Demon Clan who are full of rejection toward serving in the heavens, feeling that becoming an official of the Heavenly Court makes one a lackey.

However, there is one point.

Although he does not demand that he immediately receive the title or status of a True Monarch or Heavenly Venerable upon entering the Heavenly Court.

He also does not want to follow in the footsteps of Sun Wukong and end up with a position like the Protector of the Horses.

At the very least, he should be a Marshal or a Heavenly King, right?

And this requires a way in.

Could it be?

Thinking of the identity of Yang Chan, Fang Longye's heart stirred: "A way in, isn't it right here!"

Immediately, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes, he looked at Yang Chan, who had raised this question.

Unexpectedly, the next sentence from Yang Chan caused the heat in his heart to dissipate by more than half.

Yang Chan beckoned, leaned closer to him, and lowered her voice: "Brother Fang, have you heard of 'killing and burning to receive an amnesty'?"

Wasted excitement!

Fang Longye was between laughter and tears; he had thought Yang Chan was going to help him write a recommendation letter to Erlang Shen! "Ahem—"

"I think—Beiju Luzhou is quite good as it is."

"And you claim to be from Beiju Luzhou! You're so timid—" Yang Chan heard his polite refusal and looked at him with disdain.

"The Immortal previously said that Yinglong Laozu favors me greatly. I think if I really wanted to serve in the heavens, it wouldn't be much of a problem."

It was just a goad, and Fang Longye remained completely unmoved. He was living a good life; why look for trouble and add difficulty for no reason?

"Tch! No ambition—what kind of skill is relying on one's elders?"

"It just means I was born well!"

"Heh—ignorant. Do you think you can honestly rise to the top just by having elders to back you? Relying on that path, you'll be waiting forever!"

"If you do as I say, set up your formation, raise your banner, first rebel against the Jade Emperor, then rebel against the Heavenly Court. I guarantee you a position as a Great Emperor—"

"Immortal, you've said this to quite a few people, haven't you?" Fang Longye rolled his eyes.

He finally understood.

The Yang Chan before him looked quite intimidating on the outside, but her inner nature and temperament were far from what he had imagined.

Not to mention a virtuous wife and mother, she didn't even have a shred of gentleness or consideration; she was simply the type who feared the world wouldn't be in chaos.

And "first rebel against the Jade Emperor, then rebel against the Heavenly Court."

If he raised a banner in Beiju Luzhou, the Heavenly Court wouldn't even need to act; the Demon Master Mansion would crush him with a single slap.

With a slogan like that, is that really the way to go about receiving an amnesty?

"Don't you believe it—if you don't try, how do you know it won't work?"

Seeing that Fang Longye didn't buy her act at all and was full of skepticism, Yang Chan couldn't help but say resentfully.

(End of chapter)