Chapter 167


    “Hmm?” Yang Chen was momentarily stunned.


    Had he really just plundered 1,000 points of Providence Luck from Xiao Dong, the Son of Destiny?


    Could the method of plundering be through physical contact with Zhan Qiuyun, this beautiful woman, via the entanglement of their primordial qi?


    Yang Chen couldn’t help but smirk with amusement. If that were the case, then he, as the nephew, would need to get much closer to his martial aunt in the future.


    At this moment, Zhan Qiuyun let go of Yang Chen’s hand. The golden and white primordial qi returned to their respective bodies.


    “Phew!” Zhan Qiuyun took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling visibly. Her beautiful eyes gleamed with excitement.


    “Yang Chen’s physique may be even more powerful than the Pure Yang Sacred Physique! In just half an hour, one-thousandth of the yin in my primordial qi has dissipated! At this rate, it won’t take long to transform my body into the Bright Moon Sacred Physique!” Zhan Qiuyun, filled with excitement, looked at Yang Chen with shining eyes: “Xiao Chen, Martial Aunt didn’t lie to you, did she? Has your true qi increased?”


    “That’s right! It’s indeed increased. It’s equivalent to several months of arduous cultivation!” Yang Chen feigned excitement and nodded.


    Zhan Qiuyun’s beautiful eyes sparkled, and she spoke seriously: “Xiao Chen, I won’t hide this from you. I have the Dark Moon Physique, which has an inherent defect—a yin in my primordial qi, making it difficult to advance to a higher realm. But you possess an extreme yang physique, and your primordial yang energy can neutralize the yin in my primordial qi!


    “This way, I can transform my Dark Moon Physique into the Bright Moon Sacred Physique! During this process, you’ll also enhance your own true qi and save yourself years of cultivation! Xiao Chen, are you willing to help your martial aunt?”


    Dark Moon Physique? She needed his yang primordial qi to dissolve her yin and transform it into the Bright Moon Sacred Physique?


    Yang Chen was momentarily taken aback upon hearing this. No wonder this beautiful woman had suddenly been so kind to him. It seemed his guess had been correct—she was indeed interested in his body.


    Although primordial qi was essential to a cultivator, akin to a mortal’s essence, a small amount wouldn’t matter much. Besides, his Sun God Physique wasn’t just any ordinary extreme yang physique.


    And on top of that, through this physical contact, he could plunder Providence Luck of the Son of Destiny. Why not take advantage?


    “Helping my martial aunt is an honor for me!”


    Upon hearing Yang Chen’s words, Zhan Qiuyun’s eyes curved into crescent moons, very satisfied. She gently patted Yang Chen’s shoulder with her jade-like hand, her face filled with warmth: “Xiao Chen, you truly are a filial child! Martial Aunt almost wants to take you away from your master and make you my own disciple!


    “Here, take these two bottles of Fuyuan Violet Pills. They’ll help you stabilize your foundation and restore your innate primordial qi! Make sure to take one pill a day! When we reach Heavenly Dao Holy Land, you’ll cultivate under me! I have over a dozen disciples, all of them beautiful female cultivators, known as the Fairies of the Holy Land! But remember, this is our little secret. You must not tell your master!”


    Zhan Qiuyun, at this moment, seemed like a seductive woman luring a young boy into her lair under the pretense of helping him.


    Yang Chen naturally nodded repeatedly.


    “Daddy!”


    “Daddy!”


    “Hold me!”


    “Hold me!”


    At the sight of Yang Chen, the three little ones also ran over in unison.


    Yang Chen let go of Qing’er and embraced the three children at once.


    “Zhi’er, while I was away, did you bully anyone?” Yang Chen asked, looking at his eldest, Yang Zhi.


    As the son of a villain, Yang Zhi was practically a little villain himself. He was always running around, threatening, “I’ll have my dad kill you!”


    Around the Holy Son Peak, he was known as a little tyrant.


    “No!” Yang Zhi immediately shook his head, but his big, innocent eyes darted around, clearly lying.


    Yang Chen, holding the three little ones, walked into the hall. Upon seeing him, Lin Xilan and Zhao Shirou were both stunned. Then, their eyes reddened.


    “Husband!” Lin Xilan’s voice choked as she walked over.


    Yang Chen put down the three children.


    “I brought toys for you all. Go with Aunt Qing’er and play, okay?”


    Upon hearing the word “toys,” the three children’s eyes lit up.


    Qing’er, understanding the situation, tactfully led the children outside.


    “Husband!” Lin Xilan could no longer hold back and threw herself into Yang Chen’s arms. She hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to melt into him, never to be separated again.


    “Did you miss me, my dear wife?” Yang Chen gently stroked her smooth back, whispering in her ear.


    His warm breath on her ear caused Lin Xilan’s delicate body to tremble. Unable to help herself, she stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around Yang Chen’s neck, and kissed him.


    Yang Chen’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t expected Lin Xilan to be so bold.