Chapter 158: Defiance Against the Clan

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Inside the Spirit Realm Pearl…

Two naked bodies entwined without a gap, their fervent union sending ripples through the Blissful Spring's waters.

Yan Yue Qi's red lips gasped, her moans stifled as Lan An claimed her mouth, his tongue like a dragon breaching the sea, dominating her fragrant warmth.

Their intimate parts locked tightly, grinding fiercely, pleasure surging through their trembling bodies.

Her full, milky breasts molded into countless shapes under his hands, his fingertips teasing her rosy peaks, sending shivers of ecstasy through her.

Lan An, in boundless excitement, ravaged his Big Sister's body without restraint, his manhood thrusting deep into her tender folds, reaching her core.

After each thrust, Yan Yue Qi arched to meet him, her heart brimming with satisfaction.

Hours later, at their eighth climax, their intimate connection became a slick mess of their shared essence.

Lan An leaned against a rock, cradling her waist, gently caressing her body to savor the lingering afterglow.

His hand roamed her firm, rounded hips, occasionally delivering playful slaps that sent waves rippling across her flesh, accompanied by delightful sounds.

Yan Yue Qi's eyes fluttered half-closed, languidly resting against his chest, her slender arms around his neck, her moist lips curving in deep contentment.

This sensation was exquisite. In over two hundred years, she'd never craved anything like this.

But only with him. The thought of another man made her shudder with disgust, though she didn't understand why.

She only knew her body accepted this man alone her son-in-law.

Seeing her struggle to sit, Lan An lifted her princess-style, rising from the spring to lie on the ground, letting her rest atop him.

"Enjoying it, Big Sister?" he whispered into her sensitive ear.

Yan Yue Qi shifted comfortably, lying beside him.

Gazing at his glistening, erect manhood, she grasped it gently, stroking as she huffed, "It's this little guy's fault for seducing me. I'll cut it off!"

Lan An, torn between laughter and tears, hugged her, teasing, "It's your treasure, and Hong Lian and Qing Ni's too. Could you bear to?"

Yan Yue Qi shot him a haughty glance, giving it a few firm tugs in mock anger, then asked seriously, "Between me, Hong Lian, and the others, who do you prefer dual-cultivating with?"

Lan An nearly choked, looking at her helplessly. "When have we dual-cultivated? These eight rounds were pure passion, not even using the Dragon Immortal Sacred Canon. This is just love-making between man and woman!"

Realizing they'd been lost in fervor for nearly a day without channeling cultivation, Yan Yue Qi blushed, but maintained her composure. "My mistake. Why didn't you remind me to dual-cultivate? It's your fault!"

Lan An pinched her jade-like nose fondly. "I love how we blend together, not you coming to me just for cultivation power."

Her heart trembled. Indeed, she'd sought him for this craving, not cultivation, forgetting the Dragon Immortal Sacred Canon entirely.

But her stubborn nature refused to admit it. She huffed, "If not for dual cultivation, why would I seek you? Wasting my training time!"

"You work hard at cultivation, which is good," Lan An advised, "but don't push yourself too hard. Sometimes, relax and enjoy life it's good for your mind and body."

He'd learned from Yan Hong Lian that Yan Yue Qi, aside from occasional Yan Clan duties, spent most of her time in secluded cultivation.

"Who needs your concern?" Yan Yue Qi turned away, showing him her bare back.

Unfazed by her attitude, Lan An gently embraced her from behind, lifting her leg to slide his manhood into her slick warmth, merging perfectly.

Yan Yue Qi let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"You're my heart. If I don't care for you, who else?" Lan An moved slowly, his hand cradling her breast tenderly.

She remained silent, closing her eyes, letting him do as he pleased.

This time, Lan An wasn't rough but gentle, cherishing her like a treasure.

His manhood moved slowly within her, each thrust deep and deliberate.

With each motion, her exquisite inner walls caressed his rugged length, pleasure flooding their bodies.

Her fluids flowed like a stream, easing his movements.

In this position, they recalled their time on Dark Origin Continent, where she'd been injured saving him, and he'd carried her through beast hordes, bloodied but shielding her completely.

Their souls and bodies ascended together.

Yan Yue Qi realized this was a form of romantic bliss… and it felt wonderful.

Time passed, and at some point, she turned to face him, their lips meeting in a kiss, bodies still joined below.

Finally, with mutual moans of satisfaction, Lan An released a flood of life into her once more.

…

"Where did you get all this?" Standing on the Palace Court Tree, Yan Yue Qi, refreshed, surveyed the Spirit Realm Pearl, asking curiously.

"My master Jin Ni gave it to me!" Lan An grinned.

"No one's your master!" Jin Ni stomped on his shoulder, annoyed.

Yan Yue Qi nodded lightly, not pressing further, satisfied knowing he had another formidable master.

"I choose this place. Call it Kỳ Nam Palace!" She pointed to a splendid palace on the Palace Court Tree's third tier, radiating warmth.

She was the first woman to claim the third tier.

"Kỳ Nam? Our names combined?" Lan An beamed with joy.

"Hmph, I just like the name. It's not about you!" Yan Yue Qi crossed her arms haughtily.

"If we have a child, boy or girl, let's name them Lan Kỳ Nam. What do you think?" Lan An pressed shamelessly.

"Beat me in strength first!" Yan Yue Qi glared, snatching the teleportation token from him.

"If you miss me, teleport back!" Lan An said brazenly.

"As if I'd miss you. Let me out!" Yan Yue Qi's cheeks flushed, feigning sternness.

"As you command, Big Sister!" Lan An chuckled at his mother-in-law's embarrassment, finally carrying her out of the Spirit Realm Pearl.

…

Lan An returned to the Niang Zi Faction alone.

Yan Yue Qi vanished the moment they exited, ignoring him.

Suddenly, his expression darkened. Hundreds of people surrounded the Niang Zi Faction's entrance, led by a man in a robe, radiating Mid Spirit Transformation cultivation.

Facing them were Lan An's women, a dozen strong, their aura undaunted despite the odds.

Mu Zi Yin, also at Mid Spirit Transformation, stood firm.

Qin Meng Ying blended among them, concealing her aura and reverting to her initial plain appearance.

"Where's Lan An? I want to see him!" the lead man demanded coldly.

"Who are you? Bringing hundreds to meet my husband? Trying to intimidate us? So scary!" Yan Hong Lian sneered. Their ill intent was clear, daring to surround the Niang Zi Faction's gate.

"Brothers, show these women who we are!" the leader shouted coldly.

"We are the Lan Hero Faction!" the hundreds roared, their spiritual energy shaking the area.

"And who am I?" the leader pressed.

"A dog. Only a dog blocks its master's way home!"

Before the crowd could respond, a calm voice cut through, silencing the scene.

"Little An! Husband!" The women beamed, calling out joyfully.

Lan An strolled forward but was blocked by the Lan Hero Faction. He spoke again, "I was wrong earlier…"

"Hmph, at least you know your place!" The faction sneered, thinking him intimidated by their numbers.

But Lan An's next words turned their faces pale with rage.

"Not just him— you're all a pack of dogs, and he's probably the lead mutt…" Lan An said calmly.

Pfft!

The women covered their mouths, giggling.

"Lan An, sharp words aren't gentlemanly!" The leader suppressed his fury, speaking grimly.

"You bring hundreds to surround my home and expect me to be a gentleman?" Lan An said sternly. "Move aside!"

As he spoke, an invisible, terrifying aura erupted from him, his hair flashing golden.

In that instant, the Lan Hero Faction members collapsed, faces ashen, retreating in fear.

Lan An casually stepped through them, his hair returning to black, joining his women.

The atmosphere froze.

The women gazed at him, entranced. Even Hua Yu Feng and Nangong Wenyun stared, captivated by his commanding presence.

Lan An's Heavenly Emperor Transformation was mastered, unleashed and retracted at will, its effect staggering.

"What just happened?" The leader, though not felled, felt his chest constricted by an unseen force, his heart pounding with dread.

He dared not underestimate Lan An.

"Speak. Why seek me? The Niang Zi Faction has no time to brawl with you!" Lan An yawned lazily, leaning into Bai Su Mei's embrace.

"I'm Lan Chen!" The leader forced down his anger, spitting out his name.

"Oh, Lan Chen, you good? I'm Lan An," he waved, grinning as if no one knew him.

Pfft… Heehee!

The women giggled again. Zhu Luan, Ji Qing Ni, and Ling Er clutched their stomachs, laughing hysterically.

"Don't think being Sacred Lotus Champion makes you untouchable. The Academy has plenty of former champions far stronger than you!" Lan Chang, who'd escaped before, grumbled beside Lan Chen.

"Get to the point. I'm not here to argue!" Lan An waved dismissively.

Lan Chen took a deep breath, suppressing his rage, and said hoarsely, "The Patriarch offers you grace. You'd best know your place!"

"Grace? Interesting!" Lan An's face darkened, his tone cold.

"Exactly. Hand over your opportunities and everything you've gained in the past two years to the clan, and the Patriarch will personally welcome you back, even granting you the Young Master seat!"

As Lan Chen spoke, the air grew colder.

Then, a maniacal laugh burst from Lan An.

"Hahahahaha!"

He laughed until tears streamed, clutching his stomach.

"Husband!" The women worried.

"SCRAM!" Lan An stopped laughing, spitting at the Lan Hero Faction with a single word.

"Don't be ungrateful! The Young Master seat is coveted by thousands!" Lan Chen growled through gritted teeth.

Lan An locked eyes with him, his gaze icy as if sizing up prey.

Lan Chen shivered, fear creeping under that stare.

"Tell Lan Po Lei that I wouldn't take his pathetic Young Master or Patriarch seat. Even if he offered me his head, I'd shit on it!" Lan An roared, each word laced with fury.

From start to finish, the Lan Clan never apologized. Now they dangled a carrot to steal his opportunities.

How laughable. Lan Po Lei, you've lived so long, only to become a dog?

"You're treasonous! Don't forget who the Patriarch is to you…" Lan Chen and Lan Chang roared, eyes red.

"Who? My enemy! The Lan Clan can watch and wait…" Lan An left one final sentence, turning to enter.

"Stop…" Lan Chen tried to speak.

"SCRAM!" A chilling voice thundered.

The entire Lan Hero Faction was blasted back, including Lan Chen and Lan Chang.

Qin Meng Ying had acted.

She and the women didn't spare the faction another glance, entering together.

"We're leaving! I don't believe he can hide in the Academy forever!" Lan Chen stood shakily, roaring in fury, leading the humiliated Lan Hero Faction away.

Unnoticed, a Lan Hero Faction member recorded everything with an Image Recording Stone, set to report back to the clan.

When the Lan Clan's elite assassins moved, Lan Chen doubted Lan An could escape.

No one noticed two twin girls on a high platform, watching it all.

Their faces paled, tears streaming as they grappled with their big brother's defiance and their clan's betrayal.

Their genius hearts tangled, unsure what to do.

"Damn it, Nangong Wenyun, you joined the Niang Zi Faction? I won't give up!" Nangong Lie's venomous eyes watched, fists bleeding, before he turned and left.