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Chapter 123 Hengyu Second, An Miaoyi Sacrifices Herself! (3k)

A beautiful woman dances alone under the moonlight.

An Miaoyi truly lived up to her name; she was a beauty that could topple cities and kingdoms, the most beautiful woman in the Eastern Wilderness. Her figure was graceful and she possessed an indescribable charm that was captivating and mesmerizing.

"A reward!" Yang An nodded, a smile playing on his lips. He flicked his finger and shot out a piece of divine energy, causing the female disciples of Miaoyu Nunnery to stare in a daze. Those around him exclaimed that it was a generous gesture.

The recent auction of the Dew-Collecting Immortal Plate fetched an astronomical price, which gives you an idea of ​​its value.

Even the princes of the Great Xia Dynasty and the holy sons of various holy lands felt their pockets empty and could only awkwardly give some source stones as a reward.

"You can tell how good the boss is just by his actions." Li Heishui, Tu Fei, Jiang Huai Ren and others whistled. This time, they didn't need to hide anything when they sat down to eat with the Holy Son.

"Holy Son of Yaoguang, when will your Holy Land select its third Holy Lord?" Tu Fei asked with ill intent.

“That will probably take some time,” said the Holy Son of Yaoguang, his expression calm and his demeanor elegant. He raised his cup to Yang An in apology. “There are constant internal conflicts within the Holy Land. I am just a junior, and my words carry little weight. I hope you will show mercy, fellow Daoist.”

Those of you present are all discerning people, so naturally you will make things difficult for those who need to, and make sarcastic remarks as appropriate. Several of the bandit's sons are being provocative.

Ideally, he should provoke the other party into a rage on the spot, and then Yang An should make his move and kill him.

However, the Holy Son of Yaoguang slid to his knees so quickly that he gave almost no chance. He repeatedly tried to curry favor with Yang An and denounced his own holy land, which made him seem very spiritual.

“Fellow Daoists, you have a rather strong bandit-like air about you.” Prince Xia Yiming of the Great Xia Dynasty coughed twice.

Many young people from the four immortal dynasties of Zhongzhou came and broadened their horizons, witnessing the atmosphere of the Eastern Wilderness and Northern Region. The thirteen bandits, holding half of the imperial weapon Devouring Demon Jar, were truly unstoppable.

"Tonight we'll only talk about romance, nothing else." Yao Yuekong quickly raised his glass to stop the situation from escalating.

"I heard that the successor of the Tai Xuan Sect's Zhuofeng lineage has emerged. Someone claims to be your friend, Brother Yang, and that he has a miraculous physique and has received gifts from you. I don't know if this is true or not."

Ye Fan finally emerged from the Bronze Immortal Palace, but instead of going to the Northern Region, he entered the Tai Xuan Sect as if by fate, causing quite a stir and even revealing his physique.

"Eucharist!"

Upon hearing the news, everyone's gazes turned strange; it was the infamous Ancient Waste Body.

However, to everyone's surprise, the other party embarked on the path of cultivation and became very powerful. His strength was comparable to that of a Dao Palace cultivator at the Other Shore Realm, and he broke certain taboos. Some people even suspected that he was not a Saint Body.

“He is indeed my friend.” Yang An nodded. “If you see him, please give me some face.”

"Of course." The many holy sons quickly spoke up. With Yang An's current prestige, who would dare to disobey?

The moonlight was like flowing water, clear and bright. After a series of toasts and drinks, the atmosphere among the young people remained lively even late into the night.

Until a maid came to visit.

"Fairy of Miaoyu Nunnery, An Miaoyi invites you!"

The main event is here tonight. Miaoyu Nunnery is one of the ten most famous pleasure quarters in the Holy City, and almost everyone knows it. These holy sons usually don't indulge in this place during their cultivation, so their visit today has a deeper meaning.

“Young Master Yang An.” The maid bowed her head and lowered her eyes.

"As expected, Brother Yang has been chosen. You are blessed today." Yao Yuekong sighed softly and offered his blessings.

An Miaoyi was renowned for her beauty in the Eastern Wilderness. Born in a place of pleasure, she was pure and innocent. It was rumored that her special physique was helpful for enlightenment, which made her highly valued by many. All the geniuses and saints present wanted to win her favor.

Unfortunately, with Yang An present, their limelight was almost completely overshadowed.

"Hahaha." Yang An laughed and left with a flourish. "Then I won't keep you company."

"Unparalleled talent, elegant appearance, peerless strength, dominating the Holy Lord, renowned throughout the Five Regions, even the descendants of the Azure Emperor are captivated by her, and now there is also Fairy An Miaoyi, what a wonderful encounter, what great fortune! How can there be such a person in the world?"

Many young people envy him, it's almost their dream, his carefree attitude, coming to the pleasure quarters, he doesn't care about Yan Ruyu, the descendant of the Green Emperor.

"It's the law of the jungle among demons, and it's normal for them to have multiple wives and concubines." Yao Yuekong completely understood. In his opinion, there was almost nothing to say about it. His Heavenly Demon Palace also had a Holy Maiden, and if she could marry Yang An, it would be a blessing for her.

Anyone with eyes can see that Yang An has a bright and promising future. How can we not take advantage of his weakness and befriend him?

Many holy sons snapped out of their daze, their hearts sinking. What if the higher-ups of their own holy land were in the same predicament? If their base was raided, then all was lost.

"Hiss!" The Purple Mansion Saint Son and the Dao Yi Saint Son gasped. Their strength was even inferior to that of the Saintess, and so on. The so-called union of Saint Son and Saintess might not hold true for them. Who could force it?

"Only the Holy Maiden of Yaochi is truly pure and immaculate!" some young people exclaimed, yearning for her.

"That's not necessarily true." Li Heishui chuckled, turning the doorknob to expose people's true intentions. "There are rumors that the Holy Maiden is getting married, but they just don't say it outright."

"Once you step down from the position of Saintess, you are no longer a Saintess!"

"You shameless scoundrel, I'll fight you to the death!" The man was filled with grief and indignation and immediately began to fight.

Judging from Yang An's title of "Dominator," he is almost certainly not a person who practices asceticism. He is unrestrained and does whatever he wants. He has become the Holy Lord's Assassin. Could he also become the Holy Maiden's Assassin?

This was even more disheartening for the younger generation than cultivation level. "Another Hengyu Emperor!"

“My holy land has records that in that generation, the holy sons wailed and the holy daughters were shy, and they all married outside the family, leaving behind a scandalous legend.”

"Insolence! Who dares to insult my Great Emperor Jiang!" Jiang Yifei roared in fury, his eyes flashing with divine light as he swept over the crowd, focusing on several bandit disciples as he watched them whistle.

The reputation of Emperor Hengyu needs no further explanation.

The identity of the founder of the Human Desire Path remains a mystery to this day, arousing suspicion.

The divine moon hangs high in the sky, and the Miaoyu Nunnery sits in the air. Its silvery light falls down like clouds and smoke, and the lake below is clear and bright. The lake water and the moonlight blend into one, sparkling like a sapphire.

Yang An was invited to a magnificent palace, where a stunningly beautiful woman stood, dressed in a light gauze, bathed in moonlight, like a fairy from the moon palace, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.

In terms of appearance, An Miaoyi could rank among the top three women Yang An had ever seen.

Yan Ruyu, Qin Yao, Yao Yao, Lin Nuoyi, Ye Qingrou, Jiang Luoshen, Lu Shiyun, and the Immortal Phoenix King are all peerless beauties, stunningly beautiful, each with their own unique charm. It is difficult for Yang An to rank them.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Yang An. It is my fault for inviting you so abruptly." An Miaoyi's eyes sparkled as she invited Yang An into the hall, her demeanor dignified and composed, showing no sign of overstepping her bounds.

"Then what brings you to see me so late at night?" Yang An smiled, watching An Miaoyi's performance with great interest, not in a hurry at all, slowly appreciating it, like a frog being slowly boiled in water.

"I dare not disobey the sect's orders." An Miaoyi's face was filled with sorrow, like Xi Shi clutching her heart, a sight that could move any man's heart.

If she encounters a devoted lover, he might just fall at her feet with a single expression, obeying her every word and unwilling to let her suffer the slightest grievance.

But Yang An wasn't the type to fawn over someone; he was completely unaffected and simply responded with an "oh."

"Loyalty and righteousness are hard to reconcile. You can repay me with your life, come cleanly and leave cleanly." Yang An's gaze was dismissive; the so-called helplessness was nothing but a joke.

The strong remain strong, not because of anything else, but because of their mindset—the ability to calmly trample the injustices of fate underfoot.

"Fellow Daoist Yang An's heart is as cold as iron!"

An Miaoyi sighed, but then turned her head and revealed her true self, her eyes cold and clear, "But I am unwilling, I am not resigned to it, why should I submit to the world? I not only want to live, but I want to live well!"

"If I become a great emperor, who will dare to talk about their birth!"

"Do you look down on me?" An Miaoyi's stubborn expression was pitiful and not a pretense, but a genuine expression of her feelings.

“Your abilities cannot support your ambitions, but I respect everyone’s choices.” Yang An’s expression was natural, but his words were sharp. “If you want to become a canary in a gilded cage, I can keep you.”

"If you wish to become a female emperor, demonstrate your strength. In recognition of your sincerity, I will grant you an opportunity to compete on the path to becoming an emperor and stand out from the crowd!"

"Fellow Daoist, you are very confident." An Miaoyi was surprised. She sensed Yang An's confidence, as if he thought the Great Emperor was insignificant and that he could help anyone become an emperor if he wanted to!

This was absolute confidence. Yang An's words left An Miaoyi mesmerized, and her self-pity diminished considerably.

She didn't really believe that the ancient emperors were anyone's dream; in this era, they had long become myths. People's desire to become emperors was just a slogan. But Yang An's straightforward words, without any pretense, moved An Miaoyi.

Being in the Miaoyu Nunnery, she was destined to be unable to escape the world's defilements. If she had to choose someone, she would trust Yang An's cold and straightforward approach more than his so-called touching emotions.

"What's your choice?" Yang An chuckled and opened his arms.

If sacrificing oneself could be exchanged for an imperial throne, countless women in the entire Eastern Wilderness would willingly offer themselves. Yang An, with a compassionate and tolerant attitude, saw An Miaoyi struggling and sinking in the sea of ​​worldly suffering and extended a helping hand.

Today, we have no other choice, unlike at other times when the world's geniuses compete and only one or two can be decided.

Yang An currently dominates the Eastern Wilderness, having slain several Holy Lords. Even the Northern Emperor Wang Teng is no match for him. Miaoyu Nunnery has taken the initiative to extend goodwill, and the thoughts of its successor are not important.

"I want to become the Empress, please help me, fellow Daoist!" An Miaoyi walked over, having already made her decision, her pure white dress falling to the ground.

The hazy moonlight illuminated her beautiful figure, revealing a graceful silhouette, a firm bust, and a slender waist—flawless and perfectly curved.

Her black hair flowed freely, her eyes were as clear as water, and her temperament was noble and otherworldly. Under the moonlight, she was like an elf. Her face was without any makeup, snow-white and crystal clear, her eyes were like autumn water, and her delicate nose and cherry lips seemed to have been exquisitely crafted by the heavens.

As night deepened, moonlight streamed through the glass windows into the palace, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

A soft humming came from behind, stirring the heart; before they knew it, the two were entangled together.

Yang An embraced her delicate body, held a gleaming silver wine pot, poured wine into his mouth, and then poured it onto An Miaoyi's sexy red lips. The beauty and the moonlight blended together, blooming in the wine.

A single spring breeze can surpass countless pleasures in the human world.

The following morning, Yang An left the Moon Palace and issued an order, commanding Miaoyu Nunnery to release the person, granting An Miaoyi freedom, and leaving behind a scripture.

　Waaah, I couldn't stay awake and fell asleep last night. I got up and immediately started writing. This 6,000 words counts as yesterday's, so I'll add 2,000 words as compensation. Today, I'll continue writing 10,000 words a day, but it might still be a bit late. I'll try to finish before midnight. Hope you get this done by tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)