Lu Xingzhou didn’t dare to show off his newly learned Cha Nan Xuan Gong technique in front of Pei Chuyun, as he had just done. A simple brush of lips was enough to make Ye Tinglan’s breathing quicken, her chest rising and falling dramatically.

After all, being on this Stargazing Platform, the psychological stimulation was a bit too much. Not only did the open space give the feeling of being outdoors under the sky, but this was also a solemn altar for communicating with heaven and earth—now sacrilegiously transformed into a place of wanton pleasure.

But it seemed she was the one who initiated it.

Ye Tinglan pressed down on the hand that was mischief-making inside her Daoist robe, chiding, “Are you not done yet? Don’t you see where we are?”

Seeing her face, now radiant like peach blossoms and eyes like spring water after removing her veil, it was hard to believe she was the same person he had first met. Lu Xingzhou rubbed comfortably, whispering in her ear, “Where is this?”

Ye Tinglan bit her lower lip, “A place for observing the destiny of Daqian… Mmm.”

“Can Daqian still have destiny?” Lu Xingzhou applied more pressure.

This Daoist master seemed to have a slight masochistic tendency; a little more force made her like it better. Unfortunately, this setting wasn’t suitable for biting.

Indeed, Ye Tinglan not only didn’t blame him for the force but became even more pliant, curling further into his embrace. “The Grand National Preceptor of Daqian is being treated like this by a scoundrel on the Stargazing Platform. What kind of destiny can Daqian still have?”

Lu Xingzhou also felt the scene was incredibly suggestive. The Daoist priests had discreetly retreated outside, having received no orders to stay away. If something needed to be reported, and they walked in, it would be disastrous. He simply said, “Then let’s go somewhere else.”

Ye Tinglan almost laughed in exasperation. “Is that what we’re talking about? Aren’t we discussing the destiny of Daqian?”

Lu Xingzhou chuckled, “Who cares about something that’s almost gone?”

Ye Tinglan bit her lower lip. She, too, had been aroused and was starting to feel desirous. She furtively glanced around and whispered, “There are rooms beneath the platform itself. I… I don’t just sit here stargazing. I rest in the rooms inside the platform.”

Lu Xingzhou picked her up. “Lead the way.”

Ye Tinglan felt even more ashamed, as if she were telling a man where to do things to her. Oh, no, it wasn’t “as if”—it was exactly that.

She still pointed the way. Lu Xingzhou went around to the back of the platform to find a door. The Grand National Preceptor, held in the man’s arms, stretched out a slender hand to undo the restriction. The secret door rumbled open, and the man, carrying the National Preceptor, slipped inside, the door closing behind them.

Inside, it was indeed a room, illuminated by soft, daylight-like Ye Mingzhu. The room was elegant and simple. On the wall hung a Bagua mirror and a peach wood sword, with no other decorations. It was truly a Daoist’s retreat for quiet cultivation.

Unfortunately, its owner had willingly turned it into a place of debauchery.

The man carried the National Preceptor and tumbled onto the bed. The Daoist robe, which had been difficult to open earlier, was now easily separated. Inside, it still wasn’t a Dudou, but the simple cloth lining. Lu Xingzhou lifted it up, “Didn’t you say you’d wear a Dudou inside from now on…?”

Ye Tinglan said with annoyance, “How could I possibly wear that normally?”

“Well, this isn’t convenient then,” Lu Xingzhou’s eyes darted around. He pulled the lifted hem of her robe to her lips. “Bite on this.”

Ye Tinglan didn’t even react, subconsciously biting down. Only then did she realize how suggestive this was. Just as she was about to release it and refuse, Lu Xingzhou had already buried his head, beginning her favorite light biting.

Ye Tinglan shivered all over, biting the hem of the robe and turning her head. She then realized this position was not only convenient for the man but also served as a self-gag, making it even more erotic.

Just as she was hesitating whether to let go, wondering if the young man would be unhappy, her communication jade talisman vibrated softly.

Ye Tinglan blinked, still not letting go, and connected with her divine sense. Truly worthy of being the most talented sister she once was, the timing of her calls was always so precise, aligning with the heavenly Dao.

“Did you look for me earlier?” Yuan Muyu’s divine sense came through.

Ye Tinglan, biting the hem of her robe, reached out and hugged the man’s head. “Hmm… What were you doing earlier? I called you so many times and got no answer. I thought you were deliberately ignoring my messages, like before.”

“I have a lot of things to do. Did you think everyone is like you Daoist nuns with nothing to do, just staring at stars all day like a star slave?”

“?” A surge of anger rushed to Ye Tinglan’s head. She subconsciously let go and retorted, “Observing the stars and moon, understanding the laws of the Dao, knowing the movements of the sun and moon. Must I be like some people, locking myself away in sunless underground places, neither human nor ghost? And you call yourself Yan Jun? Even a clown couldn’t act as well as you.”

As she let go, the clothing fell down, wrapping the man’s head inside.

Lu Xingzhou: “?”

Ye Tinglan, full of annoyance, was amused by the scene. She reached out and hugged the head inside the clothes. “Be good, just like that, don’t move.”

Yuan Muyu: “?”

The three question marks rose rhythmically.

Yuan Muyu, who had been speechless from the retort, suddenly exploded on the other end, “Ye Tinglan! What are you doing?”

Ye Tinglan suddenly realized this was the best strategy to teach Yuan Muyu a lesson; maternal education was useless. “Me? I’m getting intimate with your brother-in-law. I haven’t even blamed you for choosing such a perfect time, yet you’re yelling. Tell me, what do you need… Hiss…”

This was Lu Xingzhou, indignant at being used as a tool for a sister to scold her sibling, beginning an assault on other areas. The hem of her Daoist robe was torn open.

Yuan Muyu, on the other hand, became much calmer on her end. “Just pretend. How can it be such a coincidence every time? This time, I’m the one who sought you out. Oh, by the way, could it be that you’re secretly with some wild man?”

Lu Xingzhou poked his head out from Ye Tinglan’s clothes and patted her. “Turn over, lie on your stomach.”

Ye Tinglan was too ashamed to move, but Yuan Muyu completely exploded. “Lu Xingzhou! It really is you!”

“Of course it’s me. Does Your Excellency Yan Jun truly wish for me to be cuckolded? We’ve been friends for so many years, after all.” Lu Xingzhou said, “Say whatever you need to say quickly, don’t disturb sister and brother-in-law.”

Yuan Muyu trembled on the other end.

Ye Tinglan, forcefully flipped over onto her stomach by the man, also trembled on this end. At this moment, the sisters were rarely in sync, one with anger, the other with shame.

The last time a similar scene occurred in Tian Shuang Nation, Ye Tinglan felt like she was committing a wrong in front of Yu Muyu, but this time, she felt like she was being played by a man in front of her sister. The roles had reversed, and the psychological impact was clearly evident.

Ye Tinglan suddenly felt that Lu Xingzhou had become much more assertive since returning from the Demon Realm. Had he been influenced by the demonic energy and wildness? Before she could think it through, her body felt a little cool, already stripped bare, with only an empty Daoist robe still draped open over her.

Yuan Muyu was a little incoherent on her end. “Lu Xingzhou, how did you become like this? So lustful! I heard you just returned from the Demon Realm, covered in dust, did you not even bathe… No, you’re still doing this regardless of fatigue, indulging excessively, which is bad for cultivation… No, Ye Tinglan, how can you be so shameless? You’re still on the phone, and you’re messing around with a man!”

Ye Tinglan wanted to say that it seemed out of her control now, but the words were replaced by gasps. Yuan Muyu listened to the gasps with an expressionless face.

Lu Xingzhou said, “What do you need my wife for, Yan Jun? Please finish quickly; we have things to do.”

“You have nothing important to do!”

Lu Xingzhou glanced down, thinking, “Indeed.”

Yuan Muyu gritted her teeth. “Ye Tinglan called me first! I’m just asking her why she called!”

Ye Tinglan bit her finger with some difficulty. “I, I was asking what information you got from that ancient realm remnant soul that possessed Duan Ning, and to exchange what you learned… Ah…”

The boat traveled on dry land, this time with a familiar route.

“?” Yuan Muyu: “What’s that sound?”

Lu Xingzhou said, “Nothing. Can you tell us about the information on your end, Yan Jun?”

“Get off her, and I’ll tell you.”

“But Yan Jun, what’s the point?”

Yuan Muyu fell completely silent.

Yes, there was no point. Even if he got off this time, they would have countless other times. After a long pause, she sighed wearily, “Tell Ye Tinglan to call me back when you’re done. That’s all.”

The call was cut off; Yuan Muyu couldn’t listen for another second.

Ye Tinglan also let out a sigh of relief, her suppressed moans finally escaping. “You… how are you today…?”

“Overbearing, is that it?” Lu Xingzhou completed the sentence in his mind, but then the image of Long Qinghuang appeared, followed by Pei Chuyun’s question earlier.

His mindset had indeed always been in a supportive position, never having the idea of being in charge himself. The first time he had such a thought was when he started taming the dragon. If he remained a mere assistant, who would he tame? For whom would he tame it?

How could the Dragon Empress be tamed by such an existence? So, in the end, it was merely the pleasure of the bedchamber, the joy of lovers, a mere playful call of “master.”

She still thought of conquering Daqian, of holding him in her palm. What was he making her wait for?

Only if he himself was the lord of a power would he be qualified to say to the Dragon Empress, “I will marry you.” Only then would “wait for me” have meaning.

Even Pei Chuyun had said, “I’m not here to help Shen Tang.” But in reality… some things were always ingrained, not just emerging now. Long ago, he had told Guamei that he would let this world, like a furnace, bear his flame.

It was just that he didn’t have the capital before… In fact, he still didn’t, and his emotional connections with these leaders of power were still far from strong. Besides, he wasn’t someone who lived off of women or borrowed their influence. Strictly speaking, his own power was currently zero.

However, this feeling of settling down had reinforced this psychology: he was the head of the family now… Was it time to change his mindset about some things? Would he always be just a supporter?

Looking at the goddess beneath him, biting her fingers in pleasure, Lu Xingzhou let out a long breath. No matter what, he would first change his mindset. As long as he thought that way, there would always be a path.

“You…” As the rain stopped and clouds dispersed, Ye Tinglan was filled with a glow of satisfaction, yet also a little wronged, nestled in his arms. “I wasn’t the one who made the call, why did you suppress me…?”

Lu Xingzhou held her soft body, not answering.

Ye Tinglan actually sensed the young man’s desire to be the head of the household—he always had it, always a wolfdog disguised as a puppy, always wanting to overturn the heavens, but today’s feeling was particularly obvious.

“Did something happen in the Demon Realm?” Ye Tinglan quickly found the reason. “What exactly is going on between you and Long Qinghuang…?”