Chapter 249: The Elven Princess’s Gift

Lan An nearly choked, stifling a laugh at Yan Yue Qi's audacious words. Shaking his head, he said, "I haven't even spent much time with Third Senior Sister. You can't just say 'marry' and make it happen."

Yan Yue Qi lounged against his chest, idly twirling her fiery red hair, unfazed. "Su Nhan's the pure, untouchable type. To win her, you'll need to be bold. When we return, visit Hundred Flowers Sect and find a way to bed her."

Lan An coughed violently, glaring. "That'd make Third Senior Sister hate me!"

"Hmph, no one knows her better than Master Wu San Niang. If she promised Su Nhan to you, she's certain it'll work out, no matter the method. The Hundred Flowers Fairy won't escape," Yan Yue Qi said confidently, her orchid-like fragrance filling the room.

Lan An mulled it over. Master Wu San Niang, practically Su Nhan's mother, wouldn't decide her disciple's lifelong happiness lightly. Her arrangement suggested a strong chance—perhaps a great one. Seeing him pensive, Yan Yue Qi mistook it for doubt. Her delicate hand slid to his sensitive spot, stroking gently as she encouraged, "Third Junior Sister's aloof but fiercely loyal to Master Wu San Niang. If Master, Second Junior Sister, and I propose your marriage, she'd likely grit her teeth and agree."

Lan An was speechless. What woman eagerly pushed her man to wed others? Her logic held, though—Wu San Niang was Su Nhan's master, Yan Yue Qi and Meng Ying her senior sisters. Their collective pressure could sway Su Nhan's filial nature. Still, he shook his head, resolute. "I won't force her. She must come to me willingly. I'll visit Hundred Flowers Sect after this, then train with Master Wu San Niang."

Yan Yue Qi's smile bloomed, understanding his pride. He'd conquer women himself, not through others' help. "Good luck. I might tag along for the show," she teased, her laughter captivating, her body trembling alluringly.

"Why are you so eager for me to win Third Senior Sister?" Lan An asked, kneading her full chest, murmuring curiously.

Her breathing quickened, her tongue grazing her lips as she confided, "My parents are long gone. Master Wu San Niang's my mother, my junior sisters my kin. Keeping family together is best, and marrying you is the perfect solution."

"You've got the Yan Clan, don't you? Where's my mighty Clan Leader?" Lan An teased, pulling her closer.

"Yan Clan?" Yan Yue Qi scoffed, shaking her head. "Without my strength, it'd have a new leader by now. Many resent a woman ruling them, and my policies of equality for lesser factions and mortals aren't popular with the elders."

Lan An's eyes widened. He'd underestimated her struggles. Leading a great clan as a woman was fraught with challenges. Hong Lian and Diep Tình had described the Yan Clan's domain, where mortals and cultivators coexisted equally—a rule Yan Yue Qi enforced. He recalled Yan Yang and Yan Ri's arrogance; they'd never accept harmony with weaker forces or mortals. Their father, an Elder, clearly clashed with her leadership.

Yan Yue Qi's path had been littered with enemies, making her cherish her close bonds. She murmured, "I provoke Meng Ying and Su Nhan to spur their cultivation. No one knows those girls better than I do."

Lan An's heart warmed at her words. Beneath her strength, she held a woman's vulnerability. "I'm sure Meng Ying and Su Nhan understand your intentions. They just bicker on the surface. Your sisterly bond runs deep," he said, smiling.

He carried her to a bronze mirror, setting her bare form on a wooden chair, gently combing her hair from behind. Yan Yue Qi smiled, gazing at her reflection—mature, voluptuous, her full chest unyielding, cheeks flushed, skin flawless, lips blooming like flowers. Truly a peerless beauty. A man's love was the elixir of her allure. Her usual cold, regal demeanor melted away, replaced by a soft smile. "Maybe only with him am I truly myself," she thought.

Her proud eyes softened, lips pouting playfully. "Carry me to bed. We haven't dual-cultivated yet."

"As you command, Senior Sister!" Lan An grinned, sweeping her up again. Passion filled the air, indescribable.

The next morning, in a pavilion by a clear stream, six breathtaking women sipped tea, their chatter like songbirds. Even in the beauty-laden Elven Queendom, such a gathering was rare, their allure a blend of Eastern and Western charm, enough to topple any man.

Tian Die Dao lounged lazily, her head resting on Cheng Bich's slender thigh, humming a sultry tune. "Are they here yet? If Kiki and Lolo dare break their promise, Dao Dao will be mad," she huffed, sitting up, hands on hips, pouting.

"They're too busy with their lovey-dovey nonsense to bother with you, disrupting my morning training," A Lian Ya snapped, clad in battle armor, her sword-like brows raised in annoyance.

"Hehe, I heard you and Lolo had a big fight yesterday. Who won? Such a pity Dao Dao missed it," Tian Die Dao perked up, leaning forward with a mischievous grin.

At this, Cheng Bich, Bao Qiao, and Wu Ji looked up, curiosity piqued. Even Li Huan, calmly brewing tea, paused. A Lian Ya recalled her spar with Lan An, which had sparked insights into a technique she was cultivating, prompting her to plan a seclusion. She'd delegated guest duties to another Elven general, only to be dragged here by Tian Die Dao. "I sensed Lan An held back, but so did I. In a life-or-death fight, I'd likely lose," she said gravely.

The five women gasped, disbelief in their eyes. A Lian Ya, a rare powerhouse on the Golden Rank, admitting defeat? Lan An's youth made it staggering. Cheng Bich and Bao Qiao exchanged heavy glances—his progress was terrifyingly swift, beyond their comprehension.

"Why so unconfident?" Wu Ji asked, her face serious. She'd once fought A Lian Ya and lost by a hair.

"A general's instinct," A Lian Ya replied boldly. Sparring with Lan An, she'd felt a fleeting, lethal danger, as if he could kill her at any moment. Her battle-hardened intuition led to that conclusion.

"Hehe, speak of the devil," Bao Qiao giggled, glancing aside.

Lan An approached in a black Breath-Concealing Robe, Yan Yue Qi beside him in her snowy White Tiger Battle Robe, clinging to her lithe form. Their hands were clasped, their intimacy undeniable.

"Lolo and Kiki's love is so sweet. Dao Dao's jealous," Tian Die Dao said, gnashing her teeth, her veiled eyes scanning them via divine sense.

The five women exchanged glances, stunned by Yan Yue Qi's demeanor. Known for her sky-high pride and disdain for men, she now radiated the joy of a devoted wife—an unthinkable shift. Yesterday, she'd shown some pride, but this?

"Kiki's mine! Lolo, let go!" Tian Die Dao leapt up, pointing at Lan An accusingly as they entered the pavilion.

"Yuri, huh?" Lan An blurted, amused.

"What's wrong with yuri? It's adorable!" Tian Die Dao huffed, hands on hips, cheeks puffed.

"Yuri's fine, but your Kiki's my fiancée," Lan An grinned, sitting down. Yan Yue Qi settled beside him, her icy elegance returning, head held high.

"Hehe, the scandal of Lan An and Twin Moon Fairy's sibling romance? That's True-Grade gossip, worth a fortune," Cheng Bich laughed, her purple hair pinned up, her body trembling with mirth.

Bao Qiao pulled out paper and pen, her lips curving slyly, already calculating profits. "Bunch of merchants," Yan Yue Qi snorted, sipping Li Huan's tea.

"No way, Kiki, you're breaking Dao Dao's heart?" Tian Die Dao clutched her chest dramatically, her face crumpling, though her massive bust obscured any heart.

Lan An's mouth twitched—she'd never reach it. "Dao Dao challenges Lolo! Loser stays away from Kiki," she declared, pointing at him petulantly.

"Haha, clever as you are, Kiki's my fiancée. Why accept such a silly condition?" Lan An laughed, shrugging.

"You sick woman, watch your mouth. I'm not sick like you," Yan Yue Qi snapped haughtily, sipping her tea.

"Wah, you're bullying Dao Dao! I'll get mad," Tian Die Dao whimpered, but her cold persona didn't surface, clearly not truly upset.

The group sighed in relief—her domineering side was too fierce to face. "Young Master Lan An, dare to fight me?" Wu Ji's voice rang out, brimming with battle intent, her black armor gleaming, her obsidian eyes locking onto him.

"Why do you all love fighting? Battling beauties tortures me. I'd rather sip tea with you," Lan An said, shaking his head.

Yan Yue Qi shot him a look—his flirtatious side was back. "You fought Lian Ya but not me? Underestimating me because I'm a beast?" Wu Ji sneered, tossing a challenge to force his hand.

Lan An spat his tea, half-laughing, half-crying. "Please, two of my wives are beasts."

Wu Ji's expression softened, huffing but falling silent. She was battle-hungry but knew now wasn't the time. "Lolo has beast wives? Show me!" Tian Die Dao's interest reignited, forgetting Yan Yue Qi, her smile radiant.

"They're in seclusion, not convenient," Lan An sighed, shaking his head.

"Kiki, look, Lolo's such a playboy. How's he worthy of you?" Tian Die Dao pouted, stirring trouble, making everyone's faces twitch.

"I allow his playboy ways. So what?" Yan Yue Qi retorted, her mature elegance unshaken.

The women were speechless—a flirtatious man and a woman endorsing it? Hopeless. Golden Rankers were all a bit unhinged.

Shifting to business, Lan An looked at A Lian Ya, asking cautiously, "General Lian Ya, a delicate question—does the Elven Queendom hire out its people? I need Elves to tend my medicinal fields."

A Lian Ya shook her head, serious. "The Elven Queendom has strict rules. Clansfolk may leave willingly, but they cease to be part of Elf Island. If they return, they're merely guests."

Lan An frowned. Essentially, marrying out meant exile from their maternal home—a dated rule. "Brother Lan An, A Nhi has a gift for you!" a cheerful voice called from afar.

A young Elven girl with noble golden hair, her face carved from jade like a fairy-tale doll, ran toward them. Clad in a pale pink princess dress, her large eyes, oval face, and rosy lips radiated approachable charm. The group's eyes softened with affection—her beauty rivaled Jin'er's, her former dirt-smudged look gone.

Lan An gasped, "A Nhi?"