Chapter 242: Tides of Love and Treasures

Bing Lan Xi felt excruciating pain coursing through her body, her blood stagnant, her spiritual energy barely absorbable. Time dragged on until, suddenly, a shift occurred. A warm intrusion at her core flooded her with boundless spiritual energy, mending her wounds and expelling the icy frost.

After what seemed an eternity, clarity returned to her mind. Her long lashes fluttered, and her beautiful eyes opened to the familiar face of her beloved, brimming with tenderness.

They lay entwined on a bed in her Bing Ji Palace, the air cool and serene. Bing Lan Xi gasped, realizing they were bare, their skin's touch intoxicating.

"Mm…"

A strange sensation from her lower core drew a soft moan. Probing with her divine sense, she saw his robust, heated shaft buried deep within her tight passage, her pink lips clinging to it, her ruby pearl glistening wetly amidst a patch of dark, silken hair—an utterly provocative sight.

Her mind reeled, tears spilling as she bit his chest, sobbing, "You bully! Our first time, and I was unconscious! Wuwu…"

Lan An smiled wryly, kissing her lips gently, soothing her. "I wanted our first night as husband and wife to be perfect, but your injuries were worse than imagined. Your cells were paralyzed, blood flow halted, organs frozen. Without immediate dual cultivation, you might not have survived. It took nine days to wake you."

Bing Lan Xi pursed her lips. She knew her condition—claiming a True-Grade weapon came at a steep price. His words rang true, yet regret lingered. Her gruesome wounds had vanished, her skin now flawless, radiant as ever. Her noble elegance shone, a princess in every way: a swan-like neck, delicate collarbones, proud, full breasts with rosy peaks that tempted Lan An to bite, a sleek waist, a cute navel, and her drenched valley, filled by him. Her long legs clamped his hips, their bodies fused seamlessly.

"Don't regret it, stinky woman. I rushed to save you and haven't done much. Now, I'll make it up to you fully," Lan An whispered, licking her sensitive ear, making her flush.

"Hmph, you're getting off easy!" Bing Lan Xi huffed playfully, kissing him fiercely.

Lan An smiled tenderly, entwining his tongue with her sweet, cool one, his hands kneading her breasts. "Stinky woman, still so grand," he teased via voice transmission.

Years ago, at their first meeting, he'd jested about her chest on a crane's back.

"Isn't it to your taste?" she retorted via transmission, shivering as his fingers teased her nipples, sending waves of delight.

Kissing, they communicated only by transmission, a playful intimacy. "Move down there, husband!" Her core itched, filled but unsatisfied, the pain of her deflowering long faded during their healing cultivation.

Lan An grinned, leaving her lips to suckle her ample breasts like a hungry child. Below, his shaft began to move, thrusting deeply in the traditional style.

"Ah, this feeling… so blissful. No wonder you have so many women. Hateful, it's too good…" Bing Lan Xi moaned, swaying her head, her ebony hair spilling across the sheets, her allure intensified as she savored the pleasure.

Her newly claimed passage was impossibly tight, granting Lan An heavenly bliss, yet he teased, "Why's your waist so stiff? Welcome your husband properly!"

Bing Lan Xi glared, then wriggled her hips, syncing with his rhythm. The sensation heightened, and as he thrust harder, she felt torn apart, her core struck, their joined parts a slick mess.

"Too deep, Xiao Nam! Trying to kill me?" she moaned seductively, sucking her finger, her body swaying, breasts kneaded, her charm at its peak.

Lan An laughed, plunging deeper, body and soul soaring. His stinky woman was truly his wife now, his love indescribable. Bing Lan Xi, sensitive from her first time, climaxed after a few hundred thrusts, warm fluid gushing, coating his shaft. Her eyes fluttered shut, breath ragged, chest heaving—she'd peaked.

Lan An, still unspent, held her close, caressing her to savor the afterglow. As she descended from ecstasy, feeling his care, she hugged him, whispering, "I love you, my prince consort…"

Lan An pouted—he'd never accept that silly title. Withdrawing from her, he flipped her over. "Raise your hips. Your husband will love you from behind."

Bing Lan Xi, utterly devoted, complied, presenting her perfect rear, both entrances exposed. Lan An's breath hitched at the sight, but mindful of her first time, he aimed for her drenched flower, thrusting deep again.

"Mm, so tight, husband… you're too big, I'm lost in you…" Bing Lan Xi sighed, overwhelmed with pleasure.

"You're incredible, Xi'er, my treasure. Your husband loves you," Lan An said, gripping her waist, thrusting relentlessly—nine shallow, one deep—reigniting her passion.

She lasted longer this time, exploring various positions until, locked in a kiss, Lan An released his essence deep within her.

"Mm… so hot, I'm dying of bliss…" Bing Lan Xi panted, addicted to the sensation.

Noticing the sword on the vanity, she curled lazily in his arms, asking, "Have you named it?"

Lan An huffed—the damn thing had hurt his Xi'er. But it was her hard-won prize. After a moment's thought, he said, "Its cold, lonely aura suits you. Let's call it Tịch Băng Sword."

Bing Lan Xi smiled, shaking her head. "I want something of you in it. How about Tịch Lạc Sword?"

"I'll indulge you," Lan An laughed, adoringly lifting her princess-style from the palace to the Blissful Hot Spring. He meticulously bathed her, cleaning every inch.

Bing Lan Xi fondly caressed his shaft, treating it like a cherished treasure. "The harem has two sword wielders now—you and Zi Yin," Lan An said, smiling.

Tuo Mi used dual swords, but after refining her bloodline, her strength might shift. Her ancestral bloodline's high compatibility required no stringent conditions, unlike him and his wives.

Bing Lan Xi nodded, brushing her wet hair, clinging to him coyly. "If you can, find me a lethal sword art for Tịch Lạc Sword's sharpness. I want to behead your enemies with one strike."

As husband and wife, there was no need for pretense. If Ling'er had a fine technique, why should she lack? "Zi Yin excels in speed, but you want decisive killing. Our harem's brewing a 'Killing Sword and Speed Sword' duo, haha," Lan An said, intrigued.

If Zi Yin refined the Primordial Purple Wood Butterfly, her speed would be terrifying. He'd find a fitting bloodline for Xi'er soon.

"I'll be your Killing Sword," Bing Lan Xi purred, slithering around him, using her breasts to scrub his back. Lan An couldn't resist, pinning her in the spring for another round until she surrendered, exhausted.

With her lounging in his arms, he opened the Lucky Shop. At Level 2, it couldn't offer True-Grade items, but a Tier 1 Spirit-Grade technique was excellent, with higher tiers promising greater power, ensuring his wives wouldn't lag.

Frantically refreshing the shop, he found no technique for Xi'er but bought a Mid Spirit-Grade Ice Emperor Robe—snow-white, embroidered with a majestic Ice Phoenix, boasting formidable defense. He confirmed the purchase, continuing to refresh.

After dozens of tries, no technique appeared, but a shocking item did: Qiongqi Beast Bloodline, priced at 10 billion Prestige Points. "Qiongqi…" Lan An muttered. One of the four ancient evil beasts, alongside Taotie, Hundun, and Taowu, it was a symbol of cruelty and power, classified as a demonic beast, unlike divine beasts, hinting at its danger.

Yet, no one in his harem suited it, leaving him hesitant. "Qiongqi suits any attribute but requires immense willpower to resist its cruel, violent emotions, or one becomes a demonic fiend," Jin'er warned.

None of his wives had the resolve to withstand Qiongqi's malevolence. Gritting his teeth, Lan An refreshed the shop.

Keng, refresh successful, deducting 10,000 points…

He sighed in relief—avoiding such a demonic beast was wise. But his heart leapt again. "Another bloodline so soon?"

Cerberus Beast Bloodline—9 billion Prestige Points. "The three-headed hellhound?" Lan An muttered, exasperated. Why only demonic bloodlines? He didn't care for righteous or demonic distinctions—only enemies or allies mattered—but his harem didn't need these.

He refreshed again. Finally, his goal appeared: Heavenly Punishment Sword Art, Tier 1, Peak Spirit-Grade. "Such a grand name, daring to punish the heavens? I like it," he grinned, purchasing it for Xi'er.

Not handing it over yet, he kept refreshing, determined to equip her fully during their rare time together. After dozens more refreshes, his brows furrowed. "The System's toying with me today," he muttered.

Another bloodline appeared: Six-Eared Macaque Bloodline—12 billion Prestige Points. A legendary beast from Journey to the West, one of the Four Chaotic Monkeys, it could hear across realms and master countless arts, terrifyingly powerful. It had perfectly impersonated Sun Wukong.

"The universe is vast; anything's possible," Jin'er said calmly.

"Is the Buddha real?" Lan An asked, curious.

"Insufficient authority," Jin'er replied, dousing his curiosity.

Lan An shrugged, grumbling, "My harem has no monkeys. What's the point of this bloodline?" He refreshed again.

After dozens more tries, he bought a Mid Spirit-Grade Ice Mysterious Zither. "Three more refreshes. If nothing worthwhile appears, I'm done," he decided.

The first refresh yielded nothing notable. The second brought another bloodline: Stone Monkey of Numinous Wisdom—12 billion Prestige Points, Sun Wukong's true bloodline. But with no monkey-suited harem members, it was useless. His wives wouldn't want to become apes.

On the third refresh, Lan An smacked Bing Lan Xi's rear, making her moan. His eyes gleamed with excitement as another bloodline appeared…