Chapter 103


    The beautiful master urged him to return quickly. Yang Chen did not stay any longer in Liyang. With Li Hao’s death, the affairs of Liyang had completely concluded, and there was no reason to remain.


    He took Leng Yuyan and Zhao Shirou, and headed towards Xuantian Sect. As Xu Qingxuan was a maid, she naturally followed along.


    On the flying spiritual boat, Xu Qingxuan looked at the diminishing capital city below, a trace of reluctance in her expression.


    Since her birth, she had always stayed in the capital city. Although she longed for Xuantian Sect, this was her first time leaving here.


    “Qingxuan, are you reluctant?” Zhao Shirou, noticing her unusual expression, asked.


    “Ah, no, no!” Xu Qingxuan hurriedly responded.


    Then, she glanced at Zhao Shirou’s swollen belly.


    Unable to resist, she said: “Empress Dowager, the wind is strong outside, and you are pregnant!”


    During this period, Yang Chen instructed Xu Qingxuan, Li Hao’s fiance?e, to take care of Zhao Shirou. However, upon hearing her address, Zhao Shirou reminded her, “Qingxuan, you can’t call me Empress Dowager after leaving Liyang! Now, I am Brother Chen’s woman, calling me that will make Brother Chen look bad!”


    Xu Qingxuan, being intelligent, nodded immediately: “I understand, Sister Shirou!”


    As she spoke, Xu Qingxuan couldn’t help but touch Zhao Shirou’s belly. Her eyes were filled with envy. When could she, like Sister Shirou, bear the Holy Son’s child?


    The combination of the Ice Phoenix bloodline and the Holy Son’s True Dragon physique would surely produce a more powerful bloodline!


    Sigh. What a pity.


    The Holy Son only allowed her to be a maid.


    At Xuantian Sect.


    On Holy Son Peak, Lin Xilan was playing with three children. Suddenly, a figure appeared on the peak.


    “It’s daddy!” Yang Chi recognized Yang Chen and shouted in surprise.


    Although Yang Chen had not returned for more than half a year, Yang Chi had a deep memory of his father when he left. He often asked him to kill this or that. So, the moment he saw him, the little fellow recognized him.


    Yang Can had also learned to speak, following his brother with a tender voice: “Daddy!”


    “Zhi’er, Cancan, come, let daddy hold you!” Yang Chen squatted down.


    The two little fellows quickly ran into his arms.


    They kissed his face messily.


    But the two still called her Sister Xilan in unison. After all, she was Yang Chen’s legitimate wife, and the mother of his three children.


    A few days later.


    Yang Chen left Holy Son Peak and went to Tongtian Peak where his beautiful master lived.


    Entering the main hall, a tall, graceful figure stood with her back to him.


    A black Daoist robe wrapped around her graceful figure. Her long hair was coiled into a bun, revealing a snow-white neck. She stood there quietly, seemingly blending with the Dao of Heaven and Earth.


    Yang Chen had now reached the Eight stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and his soul had been nourished by the Nine-Colored Poria. He could defeat Lei Qianjue who was at the First stage of the Soul Transformation realm. But facing his master’s delicate and slender back, he felt as if he was facing a high mountain.


    Void Refinement realm cultivators were in a different world compared to Soul Transformation realm cultivators.


    Yang Chen stepped forward and bowed: “Disciple greets Master!”


    “Hmph!” He was met with a cold snort.


    “You still remember I am your master?”


    “Of course, disciple remembers! One day a master, lifetime a parent!”


    Yang Chen responded immediately.


    “Hmph!”


    “One day a master, lifetime a parent!” The graceful figure turned around.


    Her red lips curled in disdain.


    “You ungrateful disciple, how many days have you been back? And now you remember to pay respects to your master! All your thoughts are on your wives and concubines! Have you forgotten who raised you? Is this how you respect your master and show filial piety?”


    Looking at the celestial beauty before him, a trace of amazement flashed in Yang Chen’s eyes.


    His beautiful master. She was truly beautiful. Her features seemed meticulously crafted by heaven, without a single flaw. Her beautiful eyes were like water, with a hint of coolness. But at this moment, they were full of resentment.


    “Master, are you jealous?” Yang Chen said playfully.


    Although it was his first face-to-face meeting with this beautiful master. In his memory, the previous him had a very good relationship with this beautiful master. Because, when he was six years old, he had followed this beautiful master to the Xuantian Sect.


    Their bond was very deep.


    They spoke casually, without much of the usual hierarchy between master and disciple. Of course, this did not mean the master was easy to get along with. On the contrary, in the original story, she was a villainess, very difficult to get along with.


    She was stunningly beautiful but ruthless.