He fell off a cliff but unexpectedly gained a cultivation inheritance.

The moment their lips touched, it felt as if an electric current surged through their bodies, awakening all the sweet memories buried deep within time. From the shy, tentative steps of their early romance to the mutual support and companionship after marriage, fifteen years of companionship flashed through their minds like scenes from a movie. Those days and nights spent working hard together in Shenzhen, decorating their cozy little home together, sharing joys and sorrows late into the night—these moments were etched into their very bones, never truly fading away.

Zhang Bufan's kiss deepened, carrying the preciousness of something lost and regained, and the longing suppressed for many years—gentle yet undeniably forceful. Ye Qingxue closed her eyes, completely letting down her guard, responding to him willingly. Her fingertips curled slightly, gripping his clothes tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, he would disappear again. Only their slightly rapid breathing filled the living room, the air thick with an intimate atmosphere that melted away all barriers and distance.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Bufan slowly stepped back a little, his forehead touching Ye Qingxue's, the familiar fragrance of her hair lingering in his nostrils. Looking at her flushed cheeks and misty eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his voice hoarse yet magnetic: "Qingxue, come with me."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Bufan, without waiting for Ye Qingxue's response, reached out and pulled her up by the knees, lifting her into his arms. Ye Qingxue gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek against his firm chest, feeling his steady, powerful heartbeat, and filling her with a sense of security. She didn't struggle, but simply turned her head slightly, looking at his handsome profile so close to hers, a gentle smile unconsciously playing on her lips.

The series of movements was fluid and natural, as if the two had never been apart, their understanding as deep as if they had just fallen asleep in each other's arms yesterday. Zhang Bufan carried Ye Qingxue, his steps steady as he walked towards the bedroom, his gaze fixed on the person in his arms, his eyes unable to see anything else. At this moment, all his worries and troubles had been cast to the winds; in his world, only the woman before him, whom he had longed for countless days and nights, remained.

The bedroom was also dimly lit, with the curtains drawn, letting in only a faint light through a sliver of light. Zhang Bufan gently placed Ye Qingxue on the soft mattress and leaned down to gaze at her. He used to be a middle-aged man, overweight and struggling to even lift her, overwhelmed by the weight of life; but now, he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, possessing an extraordinary physique, his embrace firm and warm, his eyes becoming increasingly deep and bright.

Ye Qingxue lay on the mattress, gazing up at him, her eyes filled with infatuation and shyness. She herself possessed the cultivation of the eleventh level of Qi Refining, her physique far surpassing that of ordinary women; her skin was as white as jade, and her figure slender and graceful. More than three years of abstinence had suppressed her desire for the person before her to the extreme. Now, their eyes met, no words were needed; the affection in their eyes spoke volumes—they both desperately wanted to be close to each other, to merge once more into one, to feel each other's presence.

Zhang Bufan slowly leaned down and kissed Ye Qingxue's lips again, his hands gently stroking her hair, his movements soft yet filled with an irrepressible urgency. Ye Qingxue responded willingly, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, surrendering herself completely to the person before her. Clothes slipped off one by one, the temperature in the air rose steadily, and the sounds of their breaths and heartbeats mingled in the bedroom, creating the most moving melody.

Unlike their previous intimate encounters with ordinary bodies, the two now possessed physiques far exceeding those of ordinary people. The spiritual energy flowing through Zhang Bufan's cultivation technique would inadvertently enter Ye Qingxue's body through their skin, causing her to blush slightly and experience unprecedented comfort and pleasure. Meanwhile, Ye Qingxue's cultivation at the eleventh level of Qi Refining also gave her extremely strong resilience, allowing her to keep up with Zhang Bufan's pace.

More than three years of separation and longing erupted at this moment. Like travelers in a desert parched by rain, they greedily absorbed each other's warmth and love. Every embrace was extra forceful, every touch filled with intense affection, as if trying to completely fill the void of the past three years. Zhang Bufan was no longer the middle-aged man who had always been reserved in life; his strength and gentleness blended perfectly at this moment. Ye Qingxue was no longer the aristocratic young lady who had suppressed her emotions due to cultivation; she freely released her love and desire.

This intimate exchange, transcending separation and time, was far more intense and prolonged than any of their previous encounters. Outside the window, the sky gradually shifted from bright to dusk, and then to nightfall, but the tenderness within the bedroom never ceased. Zhang Bufan, as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, possessed virtually inexhaustible stamina, while Ye Qingxue, though possessing a constitution far exceeding that of ordinary people, gradually felt fatigued amidst such intense intimacy.

Finally, after nearly ten hours of passionate lovemaking, Ye Qingxue could no longer hold on and collapsed into Zhang Bufan's arms. Her voice was thick with nasal congestion and filled with exhaustion as she pleaded, "Bufan... I can't take it anymore... I'm really... too tired..." Her voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz. Her whole body was sore and weak, and she was too lazy to even move a finger. Her cheeks were flushed, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her eyes had become somewhat glazed.

Zhang Bufan felt the trembling in the person in his arms and the exhaustion in her voice, and the fire in his heart finally subsided. He gently held Ye Qingxue in his arms, softly stroking her back, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his voice so tender it could melt water: "Okay, let's stop fooling around and rest for a bit."

The two lay quietly on the mattress, their breathing gradually becoming even. Ye Qingxue buried her head in Zhang Bufan's chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling his warm embrace, her heart filled with an unprecedented sense of peace and happiness.

Half an hour later, Ye Qingxue finally regained some strength and was able to get up with difficulty. Zhang Bufan got up first, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, gently helped Ye Qingxue put them on, and then quickly dressed himself. Only then did he notice the terrible state of the bedroom and even the entire house. The mattress they were on was still soft and intact, but the solid wood bed frame beneath it had long since collapsed under the weight. All four bed legs were broken, and the bed board was also cracked into several pieces, scattered crookedly on the floor. Not only the bed, but the scene in the living room was even more appalling—the once neatly arranged sofa had completely collapsed, with the armrests and backrests broken; the glass coffee table was shattered into pieces, with shards scattered everywhere; several chairs either had broken legs or cracked seats, lying haphazardly on the floor; even the quartz countertop in the kitchen had several deep cracks, and many of the tableware on it were broken. The whole house looked like it had been violently vandalized and looted, a complete mess.

Looking at the devastated scene, Zhang Bufan couldn't help but awkwardly rub his nose. He hadn't expected his strength to be so astonishing; he could even break a solid wood bed frame, let alone other furniture. Ye Qingxue also saw the carnage outside. A blush rose on her tired face, and she couldn't help but give Zhang Bufan a coquettish glare, her eyes particularly alluring. Stepping out of the bedroom, they looked at the chaotic scene in the living room with a sense of helplessness. They had originally wanted to find a place to sit down and have a proper chat, but found that the sofa, chairs, and coffee table were all completely destroyed, leaving nowhere to sit.

Seeing all this, Ye Qingxue could no longer hold back. She walked over to Zhang Bufan, raised her small fist, and gently punched his chest, scolding him as she did so, "It's all your fault! You've ruined our perfectly good home! Now we don't even have a place to sit!"

Her fist landed on Zhang Bufan's chest, as if tickling, without any force, but rather with a hint of coquetry. Zhang Bufan grabbed her small hand, pulled her into his arms, and said with a smile, "My fault, my fault, I'll definitely make it up to you later. But right now, it's not like there's absolutely nowhere to sit."

As he spoke, Zhang Bufan pointed to the still-intact mattress in the bedroom. This mattress, which they had bought for over 50,000 yuan when they got married, was indeed far superior in quality to ordinary mattresses. Even after their intense interaction, it remained incredibly soft and elastic, showing no signs of damage whatsoever. Ye Qingxue looked in the direction he was pointing, couldn't help but chuckle, and nodded: "That's all we can do."

The two returned to the bedroom and sat facing each other on the soft mattress. The atmosphere had completely calmed down, shifting from the previous intimate and ambiguous moment to a peaceful and warm one. Ye Qingxue brushed a stray hair from her forehead, the blush on her face gradually fading, and her expression became somewhat serious, as if she was hesitating about how to speak.

Looking at her, Zhang Bufan already guessed that what she wanted to tell him was probably not simple. He reached out and gently took her hand, saying softly, "Qingxue, don't worry, just tell me what's wrong. No matter what the trouble is, I'll help you solve it."

Feeling the warmth of Zhang Bufan's palm and the firmness in his words, Ye Qingxue's hesitation gradually dissipated. She took a deep breath and slowly said, "Bufan, the reason I asked you to come here is because I've encountered a huge problem, one that might even... affect my entire life."

Zhang Bufan's heart tightened, his gaze turned serious, and he gestured for her to continue. Ye Qingxue organized her thoughts and slowly began to recount the trouble she had encountered.

"About a month ago, I accompanied my father to the vicinity of the capital to attend an exchange meeting jointly organized by several top cultivation families in the secular world. As you know, we cultivation families, who are hidden in the secular world, also need to exchange with each other, exchange cultivation resources, and share cultivation experiences. Sometimes, there are also rare natural treasures auctioned at high prices at the exchange meeting, which can be regarded as a grand event in the cultivation world."

"This exchange meeting was quite large, with many people from cultivation families attending. I originally just went with my father to broaden my horizons and see if I could find some resources that would be useful for my cultivation. But unexpectedly, at the exchange meeting, I met Xiao Jiulang, the youngest son of the head of the Xiao family in the capital."

When the name "Xiao Jiulang" was mentioned, Ye Qingxue frowned slightly, a hint of disgust appearing on her face. Zhang Bufan keenly noticed this, his doubts deepening, and a subtle displeasure rising within him.

Ye Qingxue continued, "That Xiao Jiulang was attracted to my appearance the first time he saw me. Later, he found out through others that I was the daughter of the Ye family in Nan Province, and then he began to pursue me relentlessly. At first, I clearly rejected him, telling him that I was divorced and had no feelings for him. But he didn't give up at all; instead, he intensified his efforts, following me around all day and harassing me in various ways."

"I thought that as long as I was firm, he would eventually give up. But I didn't expect that he would actually come to my father, Xiao Feng, the head of the Xiao family, to personally negotiate with him and ask me to get engaged to him."

At this point, Ye Qingxue's emotions became somewhat agitated, and her voice trembled slightly: "Bufan, do you know? The Xiao family is no ordinary cultivation family! They are among the most powerful cultivation families hidden in the mortal world. The Xiao family has a late-stage Core Formation ancestor who is a truly important figure; few in the entire cultivation world dare to offend him. The Xiao family head, Xiao Feng, who is also Xiao Jiulang's father, has reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, only one step away from the Core Formation stage. As for our Ye family, although we are also a cultivation family, our strength is far inferior to that of the Xiao family. The highest cultivation level in our clan is only my great-grandfather, who has just reached the early stage of Core Formation."

"After receiving the marriage proposal from the head of the Xiao family, my father was overjoyed. He felt that a marriage alliance with a top-tier family like the Xiao family would be a tremendous boon for our Ye family, not only elevating our status but also securing the Xiao family's protection. Moreover, Xiao Jiulang's cultivation had already reached the peak of Qi Refining, making him, in his eyes, a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. He even felt that since Xiao Jiulang didn't mind my divorced status, our Ye family was already climbing the social ladder."

"For the past month or so, my father has been trying to persuade me to accept Xiao Jiulang's advances and get engaged to him. They've put a lot of pressure on me, saying it's for the future of the entire Ye family and that I shouldn't be impulsive. But I really don't want to marry Xiao Jiulang. That man seems gentle and refined on the surface, but I can sense the greed and selfishness deep in his eyes. I don't like him at all!"

Ye Qingxue became increasingly aggrieved as she spoke, her eyes reddening again, and her voice choked with emotion: "I resisted, and my father might have compromised because he felt sorry for me. But our Ye family's Core Formation stage ancestor, my great-grandfather, was extremely feudal and arbitrary. He didn't consider my feelings at all, only thinking about the family's interests. I had no other choice but to turn to you. Bufan, I know you are a cultivator now, and I hope you can help me. I don't want to marry Xiao Jiulang; I just want... to be with you."

After listening to Ye Qingxue's story, Zhang Bufan's brows furrowed tightly, his displeasure instantly transforming into intense anger. He never imagined that Ye Qingxue would encounter such trouble, let alone that her great-grandfather would disregard her feelings and force her to marry someone she didn't love for the sake of the family's interests. Especially when he heard that "Xiao Jiulang" was pursuing Ye Qingxue relentlessly, even using the family's power to pressure her, Zhang Bufan's eyes instantly turned icy cold, and a faint killing intent emanated from his body.

No man would be happy to know that his ex-wife is being harassed by another man, or even forced to marry him. Especially since he and Ye Qingxue had just rekindled their old flame, and he already considered her his woman again. Xiao Jiulang's actions undoubtedly crossed his bottom line.

Zhang Bufan gripped Ye Qingxue's hand tightly, his eyes resolute and cold, his tone brimming with undeniable authority: "Qingxue, don't worry. With me here, no one can force you to marry that Xiao Jiulang. So what if he's from the Xiao family? So what if he's a late-stage Core Formation ancestor? If he dares to force you, I'll fight to the death to prevent him from succeeding!"

He knew that since the Xiao family was a top-tier cultivation family, their strength was not to be underestimated. To help Ye Qingxue resolve this trouble, he needed to know his enemy and himself and make thorough preparations. A late-stage Core Formation cultivator was indeed a great threat to him at his current level. However, he was not without trump cards. The inheritance of Xuanqing Daoist, his status as a core disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect, and the treasures left by his master in his storage ring all gave him the confidence to face any challenge.