Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"Yunhan is still right here...!"

Yunhan, Mother, I'm so sorry, Mingkong and I..."

Xiao Yunhan completely ignored it, not taking it seriously at all, and replied indifferently:

“It’s alright, I’ve also been cultivating with Mingkong. I came here to help Mingkong finish as soon as possible, so he can go back and help me cultivate.”

"......?" Her daughter's unusual calmness left Xiao Zhi, the mother, slightly bewildered and taken aback.

Chu Mingkong was also a bit of a headache, and he was speechless: "Yunhan, you... I can't burn through that bastard's Thousand Lamp Buddha statue in a short time."

Xiao Yunhan glanced at it and found it to be true. She pondered for a moment and then said:

“That’s true, but those Buddhist monks will be arriving soon, so how can cultivation be interrupted… Let’s keep him trapped and slowly stew him. Anyway, he can’t cause any more trouble, so we can just ignore him. Mingkong, you can cultivate with me here while we have this opportunity. Mother, would you like to join us?”

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(PS: This chapter is a bit late, which is a pity. I wanted everyone to finish reading this part before going to bed. But I'm just too slow at typing.)

However, it's a good way to finish this part of the story in one day with nearly 10,000 words, so everyone can see it when they wake up in the morning. Happy National Day!

Chapter 222 Fog Screen

Chu Mingkong had just been aroused by the old King Chu in the Buddha statue can, but Yun Han's words made him gasp in shock, extinguishing some of his anger.

He had previously worried with Zhi'er about how to be honest with Yunhan, but now Yunhan has gone this far.

...No, that's not right either. Perhaps Yunhan wanted to give her mother, Xiao Zhi, a chance to vent her frustrations?

"Yunhan, this..." Xiao Zhi was flustered and bewildered, her mind going blank at her daughter's words.

Her mood was far from calm. She had just been spoken so harshly by the old King of Chu that she had no time to worry about her affair with Mingkong being exposed to her daughter. Even if Yunhan said a few unpleasant things now, it was within Xiao Zhi's expectations.

Without saying a word, Yunhan said this.

Chu Mingkong replied on behalf of Xiao Zhi, saying to his sister Yunhan:

"That Yunhan, whether you're joking or not, my godfather is right here. What if he suddenly pulls some tricks?"

"Then how long will it take you to burn his spell with your extreme Yin Fire spiritual energy?"

Faced with his sister's question, Chu Mingkong found it difficult to answer for a moment. He had only just realized how difficult it was to kill a cultivator who had opened up the Divine Soul Realm. After the refinement level was sublimated, both the body and the Divine Soul would undergo a leap in improvement.

His physical body is difficult to break, and even after breaking through the physical body, his soul can still hold on for a period of time.

"If we change frying to deep-frying, it might take several days. Plus, he's constantly using his own magical treasures to maintain that Thousand Lamps spell..." Chu Mingkong found it difficult to give a definite answer. If the old King Chu didn't have any more trump cards, and he was completely suppressed at the moment, it would probably take another two or three days to completely kill him in that Buddha statue can.

Xiao Yunhan did not directly refute; after a moment's thought, she decided not to change her mind.

"Two or three days is too long. If my father has an agreement with the Buddhist sect that if there is no contact for a certain period of time, then he is probably just trying to delay and hinder our cultivation. If we just wait with him and waste time, then he is really doing what he wants."

"I can help you destroy its physical body first. In the cultivation technique passed down to me by my master, there is a mention of icy and fire spiritual energy intertwining. Sometimes, this can continuously destroy a cultivator's spiritual meridians and limbs, thus trapping their soul within a weak body, making recovery difficult."

This is a double whammy... cough cough, this slow and steady approach works too, at least we don't have to constantly be on guard against the old King of Chu's possible trump cards.

"Okay, let's give it a try." Chu Mingkong nodded.

Having received her younger brother's suggestion, the woman with snow-white hair and a cold, indifferent face condensed the chilling aura in her hand into a delicate longsword with a restrained chill.

In the imagery of "a thousand lamps reflecting the Buddha," the extremely yin fire spirit energy, like maggots and insects, clings tightly to the ancient Buddha statue. Although it is scorched by all kinds of heat, the heat penetrates deep inside, but it is extremely difficult to harm the middle-aged man inside.

Suddenly, a new force rushed in. Xiao Yunhan's icy spiritual energy transformed into thousands of bone-piercing needles, which were inserted into the Buddha statue like "acupuncture needles," merging with her brother's evil fire without harming each other.

The heat and bone-chilling cold of the Yin energy alternately seeped into the Buddha statue, sometimes like a furnace for refining elixirs, sometimes like an ancient glacier.

A single force could not defeat the old King Chu for a time, but with such alternating attacks, his powerful cultivator body was rapidly worn down, his skin bled, and his meridians and spiritual veins became stiff and difficult to move. Although it would not endanger his life, there were signs that he was in serious danger.

It is unlikely to be fatal in a short time, but the combination of ice and fire causes immense torment!

The old King of Chu was filled with rage, caught in a dilemma, and could only continue to endure it. He screamed in agony, trying to continue to humiliate his wife and daughters with vicious words.

But under such torment, his brain was almost dead. He couldn't even think of new insults or rephrase them. He could only keep repeating what he had said before.

"Leftovers...broken shoes...hahahaha!"

The mother and her two siblings tried to tidy up the surroundings in preparation for their cultivation, but since the house had collapsed, there seemed to be no need to tidy up anymore. They simply swept away the surrounding ruins.

Xiao Yunhan released her icy spiritual energy again, but controlled the chill to be gentle, like a wisp of misty clouds, enveloping them—although this place was currently difficult for ordinary people to approach, it was still a bit strange that there was no wisp of chilling energy to cover them.

Chu Mingkong picked at his ear, feeling a little helpless, but hearing his godfather calling him that so happily, he, as the adopted son, felt relieved and wasn't as angry as before.

"By the way, my Nirvana Domain might not be very effective against cultivators at the Divine Soul Realm right now, but it can be used as a powerful soundproof barrier. Should I mute it? It's a bit noisy, and it might affect Zhi'er's mood?"

Xiao Zhi shook her head: "It didn't affect my mood much."

This is strange. At first, she was very angry, indignant, and hurt, but her distress only fueled the arrogance of the old King Chu, making him feel pleased.

But when I heard him repeating those same few harsh words like a parrot with a bad head, I felt sorry for him and my heart was no longer stirred.

As her emotions gradually calmed down, her attention shifted from her dissatisfaction back to her son, Chu Mingkong.

"What are you thinking about, little pheasant?"

Chu Mingkong noticed his beautiful, mature mother casting a glance at him. The meaning in that gaze was hard to describe, as if it contained both感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion and relief). He remained calm, responding to his mother while taking out the ice jade bed.

This large bed hasn't been seen for a long time. The last time it appeared was when he was trapped in the palace and had a one-night stand with Empress Pei. It hasn't been used since.

Xiao Zhi pulled his eldest daughter, who was as beautiful as an immortal, and they sat down together on the ice-jade bed.

"Actually, Mingkong, I care more about this day than you do... I'm not talking about Yunhan, but I'm worried about what you'll do if you feel uncomfortable hearing those nasty things he said..."

Among the women in the manor, Pei Mi and Wan Hua are all women like me, but there are some 'oddballs,' such as your Aunt Gu, Gu Jungui.”

Chu Mingkong knew this wasn't just a verbal attack. He gently placed the beautiful Queen Mother on the ice jade platform, pressed his cheek against her chest, and asked with a chuckle:

"What happened to Aunt Gu? Did she offend Zhi'er?"

"No... She looks like a married woman, but she's actually a virgin! She's never been touched, it's outrageous, and she's currently pregnant with Mingkong's baby..."

I'm afraid that if Mingkong makes this comparison, and then hears what that guy in the can said, he might hold a grudge against me from now on."

After speaking earnestly, Xiao Zhi raised her jade arm and embraced the young man in her arms. She secretly wondered how long it would take before Mingkong could extract the same "juice" from her as he had from Gu Jun Gui.

Chu Mingkong thought to himself helplessly, "Actually, Pei Mi is also a virgin. If she had lost her virginity early on, Emperor Tianji would have died long ago, and there wouldn't have been so much trouble... But I can't say that now, or Zhi'er will become even more hostile towards Pei Mi."

“I never thought that way. I still like Yunhan very much. In my opinion, the ‘shortcomings’ that Zhi’er cares about are never really shortcomings. Otherwise, where would I put Yunhan?”

Suddenly, Xiao Zhi's heart sank, a sinking feeling in terms of weight, because Xiao Yunhan had also moved closer, occupying Xiao Zhi's other side, mimicking Chu Mingkong's "mooching off his parents."

The mature and beautiful princess blushed slightly. Although she was a little uncomfortable, she still hugged her daughter and held her son and daughter together in her arms. Her face was as red as a peach, and her heart was filled with surging emotions.

"Also, I think the most humiliating moment of all these years was that night when you, Mingkong, recklessly made medicine..."

"I'm sorry~ But why do you say that?" Chu Mingkong didn't want his mouth to miss a moment of enjoying that snowy, delicious fruit, so he immediately covered his mouth after saying that.

Xiao Zhi's voice was punctuated by soft moans and gasps as she slowly spoke, catching her breath:

“At the time, I couldn’t see anything, and my mind and heart were all swaying, but I still knew that you were using an object at first, rather than actually putting it in. It was so cold, how could it be the real thing?”

But at the time I really thought you didn't use a jade dildo, and instead used a sword hilt or some kind of rolling pin to poke me. Where would an ordinary jade dildo be that scary in size? The ones I've seen are only about the size of a little finger.

Later I realized that the jade dildo was made according to your design, Mingkong! Good heavens! I had no idea my body could fit that terrifying thing inside; it almost made my soul jump out of my chest…”

Even the usually taciturn Yunhan chimed in with her comment:

“Mingkong is indeed a bit too big, and he’s quite muscular. If he were an ordinary woman, he probably wouldn’t be able to close up after we’re done… Alright, Mother Consort, Mingkong and I need to cultivate now. You wait a bit until I get his power before coming to you.”

"..." Chu Mingkong.

Where do I even begin to criticize Yunhan's words? And why are you calling me "baby" too? Seriously, are you really in such a hurry to cultivate?

As you and I chatted, the chill in the air grew stronger, like the morning mist—both thick and thin.

So thick you can't see many details, yet so thin you can see many movements.

Like a screen in candlelight, the black silhouettes of the three people were very clear.

The man is strong and muscular, while the woman has a graceful and slender figure. When the lines of her waist and hips begin to sway and dance, the lines of her chest also swing along with them.

“Yunhan, I think I’ve obtained your Sword Intent Illusion. I can use the Mysterious Maiden Scripture to unleash it.”

......

"Mother... my power isn't enough after just one use... please wait a little longer."

......

"Yunhan, we agreed it would only be once, but it's already been five or six times! It's time for your mother to come!"

"Mother, please wait a little longer..."

......

The middle-aged man in the Buddha statue went completely mad, cursing and swearing, but no one paid any attention to his ridiculous antics as he tried to attract attention like a clown beggar.

He stared at the indistinct silhouette in the thick fog, his unrestrained insults seeming like cheers, only making the beautiful woman in the fog even more excited.

Before long, the cold fog deepened, and the old King of Chu could only hear the sounds.

The sound waves in the fog even drowned out his ignored insults.

A few days later, Xiao Yunhan finished her cultivation. Her tall and slender figure emerged from the thick fog. She straightened her clothes, and the blush on her face had not completely faded.

"I'll test the results of my training these past few days," she said calmly.

The thousands of icy needles loosened and condensed into a huge icy blade, which fell from the sky like a collapsing glacier, instantly crushing the Buddha statue. Blood splattered out like the liquid from a smashed egg.

The glaring, obstructive lights went out.

Chapter 223 Bring a Portable Power Bank

Chu Mingkong lifted the mature princess in his arms, one hand supporting her slender waist, the other hand caressing her smooth, fleshy thighs.

Since Xiao Yunhan had already "gotten up," he couldn't stay there with Xiao Zhi forever, so he got up to make a token effort, though it was really just a token effort and he couldn't really help Yunhan at all.

"Yunhan, this is deadly!" Chu Mingkong walked to his sister's side.

Before responding, Xiao Yunhan glanced at her mother, whose jade legs were currently wrapped around Chu Mingkong's body. Chu Mingkong did not move, so Xiao Zhi hooked her arms around Chu Mingkong's neck... completely automatically.

It seemed that because she had been holding back for so long, she was enjoying herself immensely. But when Xiao Yunhan recalled it, she hadn't kept her mother waiting for too long; she had even let her taste the flavor of Mingkong in between.