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Chapter 169 Side Story: The Night After the Founding of the Ten Thousand Dragons Sect!
As night fell, the new sect leader's bedroom of the Wanlong Sect was brightly lit, yet filled with an enchanting atmosphere unlike the usual somber one.

The stench of bloodshed from the daytime killings seemed to have been dispelled by the cool night breeze, replaced by a gradually warming ambiguity.

Ling Han sat on the edge of the large bed, gazing intently at the two stunning beauties beside him.

Wang Dong'er's light blue eyes sparkled with a lively and expectant light under the lamplight, like the most dazzling gems; Wang Qiu'er, on the other hand, remained aloof, but deep within her golden dragon eyes, a barely perceptible hint of passion and submissiveness flickered.

During the day, he used absolute force to kill elders at the Soul Douluo level, wiped out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and established a new sect. At this moment, however, what surged in his heart was a strong sense of possession and tenderness towards the two people in front of him.

Recalling the previous night's extreme pleasure, but the two women being inexperienced, they were still carrying the shyness and passivity of young girls, and Ling Han's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

He stretched out his arms and, extremely slowly but firmly, simultaneously wrapped his arms around the slender waists of Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er.

"Oh dear..." Wang Dong'er exclaimed softly, her body stiffening at first before softening and leaning into Ling Han's arms. She tilted her head up and said sweetly, "Husband~ you look so majestic today..." Her voice was soft and sweet, filled with obvious admiration and affection.

Ling Han lowered his head and gently rubbed his nose against her smooth forehead, chuckling softly, "No matter how powerful you are, aren't you still your husband?" His voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of alluring huskiness.

On the other side, the moment his palm touched her waist, Wang Qiu'er's body trembled slightly, but she did not flinch. Instead, a captivating blush crept onto her fair cheeks, making her incomparably beautiful under the palace lanterns.

She turned her head slightly away from Ling Han, but the slight biting of her lower lip betrayed her inner turmoil.

Ling Han felt the warmth and delicate touch of his palm through the thin fabric, and the flames in his heart burned even brighter.

He gently pulled the two women to their feet, his voice carrying an undeniable tenderness: "Qiu'er, Dong'er, it's late, we should rest."

As he spoke, he embraced them and walked step by step toward the exceptionally large bed on the inner side of the bedroom.

Wang Dong'er practically clung to Ling Han, giggling foolishly, her eyes full of mischief and anticipation. Wang Qiu'er, on the other hand, was led along somewhat passively, but her steps did not falter.

Arriving at the couch, Ling Han gently laid the two women down and had them sit side by side.

He stood before them, looking down at them with the gaze of someone admiring the most precious treasure in the world.

He stretched out his fingers and gently brushed them across Wang Qiu'er's slightly aloof cheeks, feeling the delicate, jade-like skin on his fingertips warm slightly.

"Qiu'er," he called, his voice exceptionally gentle, "from this day forward, you will be the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Dragons Sect. Are you flustered?"

Wang Qiu'er raised her bright golden eyes, looked into Ling Han's deep eyes, shook her head, and her cold voice now carried a hint of determination: "With you here, there's nothing to worry about." After a pause, as if she felt it wasn't enough, she added, "I will take good care of the Wanlong Sect for you."

Ling Han smiled, leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead: "My Qiu'er, you are so beautiful."

His kisses traveled downwards, gently brushing past the tip of her nose, finally lingering for a moment on her slightly cool yet soft red lips. Though brief, it was filled with boundless tenderness.

"Mmm..." Wang Qiu'er let out a very soft nasal sound, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as she closed them, seemingly immersed in this moment of tenderness. Seeing this, Wang Dong'er, standing beside her, shook Ling Han's arm in protest: "Husband, you're biased! You kissed Qiu'er first!"

Ling Han chuckled, turned to look at Wang Dong'er who was pouting, and pinched her rosy cheeks: "Alright, alright, kiss my Dong'er baby too."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and precisely captured Wang Dong'er's lips, which always carried a sweet smile.

This kiss was different from the gentle one given to Qiu'er; it was more passionate and demanding, as if trying to absorb all her sweetness.

"Mmm... Husband..." Wang Dong'er responded passionately, wrapping her arms around Ling Han's neck. She deepened the kiss, albeit awkwardly, until she was breathless before pulling away with a soft gasp. Her eyes were glistening with tears, radiating a seductive charm.

Ling Han gazed at the two passionate beauties in his arms, his eyes burning with intense desire. His hands returned to their waists, his fingertips searching for the knots in their sashes.

This time, his movements were still slow, but they carried an undeniable firmness and allure.

The delicate sash was gently pulled open, and the magnificent patriarch's robe and exquisite dress loosened slightly, revealing the soft undergarments that fit snugly underneath and a breathtaking expanse of snow-white skin.

However, to Ling Han's surprise, although the two women's cheeks were so red they were almost bleeding, and their eyes were shy and evasive, they did not instinctively cover themselves with their hands or shrink back as they had the first time.

Wang Dong'er took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind. Suddenly, she stretched out her slightly trembling little hand and began to clumsily unbutton Ling Han's clothes. Her voice was shy but unusually brave: "Husband... Husband, Dong'er will help you... This time, I will definitely satisfy you!"

Wang Qiu'er, the aloof and noble new sect leader whom countless disciples dared not look directly at, also made a surprising move at this moment.

She suddenly raised her head, her golden dragon eyes flashing with a light that mixed shyness, love, and a rare assertiveness. Suddenly, she stretched out her arms, wrapped them around Ling Han's neck, and offered her soft, sweet red lips to him again, with an almost domineering, possessive kiss.

“Master…” she called out to him indistinctly between kisses, her voice no longer cold and aloof, but tinged with passionate hoarseness, as if a golden dragon were humming.

This sudden initiative acted like the best catalyst, instantly igniting all of Ling Han's restraint.

In the stillness of the night, a tall and imposing figure patrolled the corridor outside the palace like the most loyal guard.

It was Long Chen, the vice sect master of the Wanlong Sect. He had amazing hearing; even through a heavy palace door and some distance, the faint sound still inevitably reached his ears.

Long Chen's steps suddenly stopped, and a trace of extreme embarrassment and unnaturalness flashed across his rugged and resolute face, which was still murderous during the day.

He knew perfectly well what was happening inside. He could even imagine what the unfathomable and ruthless young master must look like at that moment.

His face flushed red, and he quickly held his breath and focused his mind. He subconsciously moved another ten feet away to make sure he couldn't hear any faint sound before he breathed a sigh of relief.

He scratched his head, but his awe of Ling Han deepened inexplicably—the young master was truly...inhumanly powerful in every aspect!

He shook his head and continued to perform his guard duties, but he walked even more quietly, afraid of disturbing the "good thing" inside. At the same time, he thought to himself that the young master's private affairs were not something he could pry into. What he heard tonight must be kept to himself!
(End of this chapter)