Chapter Eighteen: I Want to Have Your Children

At first, Xuanyuan Tunhan was taken aback, but then he found it hard to believe—after all, she looked at men with the same lascivious gaze. Could it be that she fancied both men and women? This woman’s cultivation was unimpressive, she was lazy, and her thoughts never lingered on training, only on idle fantasies. No wonder she attracted the attention of that wish-fulfillment system; perhaps it sought out such indolent souls. Xuanyuan Tunhan pressed on, soon approaching the place where the Nine-Branch Ephemeral was located. He knew precisely where it was planted—more so than anyone else on Flower Sound Island. Yi Tianling still followed behind, noticing that the young guide’s pace had slowed considerably. Just moments before she had strode ahead with vigor, but now she lagged. "Little fairy, is something the matter?" he asked, wondering if they were near their destination or if she had changed her mind. Yi Tianling grew wary, keeping his guard up. Xuanyuan Tunhan suddenly stopped, frowning deeply, clearly wrestling with something inside.

In his mind, Ning Xianyu’s voice echoed endlessly, growing ever more preposterous. “This woman is quite attractive—broad shoulders, sturdy waist, a little robust, but perfect for bearing children, haha.” “And that one, oh, her eyes are beautiful, almond-shaped and charming, full of character.” “This one’s not bad either. Flower Sound Island is wonderful, all women... they’re all mine. I’ll open a harem and have them bear me a thousand little monkeys.” Monkeys? How could humans give birth to monkeys? The more she spoke, the more outrageous her words became, and Xuanyuan Tunhan’s anger flared. Something was definitely wrong; even a scatterbrained Ning Xianyu wouldn’t ramble on like this. He released his spiritual sense, searching in her direction. Soon enough, he found her inside Flower Sound Island, having entered the residence of Lady Longyue. Why was she wandering about? Was she so dense that she couldn’t stay put? At that moment, Ning Xianyu seemed to be tearing at her clothes, feverish and restless. When the female disciples approached, she sprang at them like a starving wolf, laughing and teasing, calling after them, “Don’t go, sisters, let’s make little monkeys together!” Xuanyuan Tunhan nearly cursed aloud—what nonsense was this? Ning Xianyu had no idea how dangerous her predicament was, nor did she realize anything was amiss. After failing to catch anyone, she sat back down, aggrieved. “These sisters are so hard to catch. I want sisters, give me sisters.”

The system cried out, “Host, run! There’s definitely something wrong here. You’ve been poisoned—run!” Yet Ning Xianyu had lost all sense and couldn’t hear the system’s warnings. Her mind was fixated on women, endlessly searching. The disciples saw she’d been affected and exchanged wary glances before swiftly retreating. This made Ning Xianyu even more dissatisfied, calling after them not to leave. Fool! Xuanyuan Tunhan cursed her in his heart, wondering when she’d fallen victim. It was his body, after all. If she did anything with it, he’d be so disgusted he’d want to abandon it altogether. He wanted nothing to do with this troublesome woman, feeling she deserved to reap what she sowed. At that moment, a powerful presence drew near Ning Xianyu.

“Xuanyuan Tunhan?” The newcomer’s figure was lithe, her face tender as a maiden, yet her gaze was seasoned and venomous, fixed on Xuanyuan Tunhan’s body as if it were meat on a butcher’s block. Ning Xianyu, in her daze, looked over and smiled, “You’ve come to play with me?” Play? Xuanyuan Tunhan nearly swore. This was no maiden—it was Lady Longyue herself. The old witch hadn’t died and still coveted his cultivation. He spun, glaring at Yi Tianling. First, he’d kill Yi Tianling and take the Nine-Branch Ephemeral. As for Ning Xianyu, she could suffer the consequences of her own folly. Yi Tianling, already wary, stepped back as Xuanyuan Tunhan looked at him. “Little fairy, what’s wrong?” Her expression was unsettling, sending chills down his spine. But then he remembered she was merely a disciple in the Qi Refining stage; he had nothing to fear. Xuanyuan Tunhan said nothing, only watched him in silence, then raised his hand...

Yi Tianling was ready to retaliate, but the little fairy suddenly transformed into a puff of green smoke and rushed away. “What’s the meaning of this?” Had he misunderstood, was she not about to attack him but instead had urgent business to attend to? Xuanyuan Tunhan, irritated, hurried off, intent on rescuing his body as quickly as possible.

Without his body, his cultivation would certainly be limited—even acquiring the Nine-Branch Ephemeral would mean his powers would regress. That damned woman, switching bodies and causing havoc! Once he reclaimed his body, he’d grind her bones to dust and twist her soul into powder. Lady Longyue was watching the “Xuanyuan Tunhan” before her, sensing something was off. The poisoning had happened too quickly, and her gaze was now lewd and shifty, nothing like the usual cold, ruthless demeanor. It was as if a child had been stuffed into Xuanyuan Tunhan’s body—utterly discordant. Lady Longyue seized Xuanyuan Tunhan’s hand, probing it. Not a case of possession; this was truly Xuanyuan Tunhan. She relaxed, realizing she’d been overthinking. Who could possibly possess the number one figure in the six realms of Yunhuang? Who would dare? Anyone caught by this demon would have their soul ground to dust.

Ning Xianyu, in control of Xuanyuan Tunhan’s body, looked at the woman before her and chuckled, “Little lady, are you here to have children with me?” She took Lady Longyue by the hand and spun her around, causing her gown to flare like a lily blossom. “Not bad, not bad. Come, I admire you—let’s make a batch of monkeys together.” With that, she puckered her lips and leaned in. Lady Longyue felt repulsed. So the demon was actually a lecher—his cold-hearted demeanor had always been a façade? The ancestors were right: the more upright a man appears, the more depraved he is in private. If so, it suited her purposes. With Xuanyuan Tunhan’s cultivation, she could weather the crisis and soon ascend. He would become her subordinate, her endless source of power—his every ounce of strength would be her dowry.

“Very well…” Lady Longyue was about to draw her prize close for cultivation, when suddenly she was struck. Her vision blurred, her hands were empty, and a figure wreathed in cool sandalwood fragrance swept in, ghost-like, whisking her prey away.

“Who?” Who dared snatch someone from her grasp?

Xuanyuan Tunhan had managed to recover his body, feeling a surge of relief. Just a moment more and that old witch would have touched him.

Before he could catch his breath, a tall figure pressed close, and warm lips followed.