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

Chu Mingkong listened to her introduce various things, but the most crucial information was that Wan Xiangyu believed that Ke Qing was the person who was "reincarnated" from the Jinghuan Dream and came to this world. She was an original inhabitant there and was reborn into the mortal world of the underworld after entering the dream.

It could be a period of training, or it could be a journey through the outside world.

Previously, Wanxiangyu only thought it was possible because Keqing did have a familiar aura, but now, with a deeper understanding of the cultivation technique, she can confirm this judgment.

"In that case, Xiangyu, do you have a way to take me and the other women to the Dream Realm of Illusion? I want to use it as a transit point, that is, a portal, to teleport to the myriad worlds."

This world is wonderful, but there will always come a day when we've seen every corner of it. So I want to take you to all the worlds, to see all their wonders.

"It's difficult, because the Dream Realm of Illusion, like the former territory, is closed off to the outside world, and no one can enter. If Keqing wants to go back, she will only have the opportunity to return there after she passes away."

Upon hearing this, Chu Mingkong took out a portion of the power source of the Goddess Jinghuan, but it was not complete. He had been trying to collect this item in recent days.

I estimate that Xuejun also has some.

If things get more complete in the future, maybe we can meet the Goddess of Illusion. If that doesn't work, then we'll really have to be shameless and beg for help.

Chu Mingkong remained silent for a long time, then suddenly looked at Ke Qing and said:

"Qing, you said..."

"Well, what happened?"

Keqing knew that Chu Mingkong took this matter very seriously, so she responded with earnestness and caution.

"I'll put this tuberose flower into your cultivation. Once you start cultivating, won't both you and the tuberose feel the effects of cultivation?"

"..." Keqing.

"???" Tuberose.

The two women looked at him with disbelief. How did you switch topics like that? Shouldn't we be talking about the Dream of the Enchanted Realm?

Why did it suddenly...?

"Oh, Mingkong, are you really going to try this?"

The graceful and charming Ke Qing saw the man stand up and walk towards her.

......

At this moment, Zhong Feihuang, who had also come over for a late-night chat, pushed open the door and saw a bizarre scene, leaving her speechless for a long time.

"What kind of tricks are you guys playing now?"

Chapter 302: Lip Prints

After their antics were over, Chu Mingkong called Qingning, Yunhan, and Fengying, and together they went out for a stroll in the Crescent Moon Kingdom.

Since there was no specific destination and no prior research on where worth visiting, it was more like riding a flying sword at high speed, stopping wherever it caught the eye in the sky to wander around.

After wandering around for a while, Chu Mingkong finally chose an oasis in the Gobi Desert.

This oasis is quite large, and the lake within it is almost endless. If it weren't for the many magical beasts roaming around, it could probably have developed into a sizable town.

"Why did Master make his elder brother carry him?"

After landing, Qingning looked at Zuo Qiuchi with curiosity.

From the moment they set off, she had been clinging to Chu Mingkong's back, enjoying her personal mount. It was fine on the flying sword; it just looked like she was sitting close to him. But now that they had landed, it was rather strange that he was still carrying her like this the whole way.

They went for a walk together, making it seem like they were taking Zuo Qiuchi on a tour of famous mountains and visiting renowned doctors to treat her illness.

"This is because before setting off, Qiu Chi drank so much of Ming Kong's essence in her room that she got too full. She drank so many vials that she refused to leave."

Feng Ying said jokingly.

This was obviously a joke, teasing Zuo Qiuchi for not walking around when he came out for a stroll and having Chu Mingkong carry him.

Fengying caught the two sisters kissing Mingkong in the room and teased Zuo Qiuchi.

Finally, when it was time to set off, Zuo Qiuchi started to throw a tantrum, demanding that Chu Mingkong carry her on his back.

And that's how the current situation came about.

Qingning can now understand Fengying's risqué jokes and doesn't find anything wrong with them.

I was even a little surprised that they only kissed each other a few times and that was it. Normally they would get down to business and then not come out of the room for a few days.

Zuo Qiuchi wasn't afraid of Feng Ying's teasing words, and she said as usual:

"We agreed to just go for a walk together, but am I out of step or what...?"

"Speaking of which, Fengying, you seem to drink very little. Did you slurp up all of that brat's first soup?"

"If I hadn't shown up then, Mingkong's saliva would have thickened into a paste—if you really think about it, this would have been a medical bill!"

Feng Ying's sophistry drew a helpless sigh from Chu Mingkong.

It's like a tadpole turning into a frog, rather than a syrup turning into a paste.

As they walked and chatted, none of them paid any attention to the vitality and scenery of the oasis.

Or perhaps, the fondness for the surrounding environment has transformed into a joyful atmosphere in casual conversation.

"Qiu Chi, lie down more comfortably, I want to lie down too," Zuo Donglu suddenly said.

Chu Mingkong didn't mind carrying two on his back. He continued to hold his master's precious peaches with his hands behind his back, but squatted down to make it easier for Aunt Donglu to "sit down".

Zuo Donglu checked her position, bent down, hugged her sister Zuo Qiuchi's neck, and climbed onto her back.

All that could be heard was a muffled groan from Zuo Qiuchi, followed by a retort:

"My breasts are going to be deformed from being squeezed..."

As if she had caught some key word, Qingning's gaze instinctively locked onto Zuo Qiuchi's soft, round, flattened flesh.

Not envious at all, I can transform into a goddess now, and I can be compressed like that too!

As they continued their stroll, among the shadows on the ground, Chu Mingkong's "height" was noticeably taller and heavier.

"Leaving aside Yongzhen and Madam Zhen, who will be the next baby?" Fengying asked with a smile.

Qingning considered raising her hand, but then thought that forcing herself to do something like this would be pointless. No matter how enthusiastic she was about to express her opinion, it all depended on whether her pregnancy was going well or not, so she decided to keep quiet and make a fortune.

"I finally have some free time to relax and unwind without having to spend so much time with the baby, but how did we end up talking about the baby again?"

Chu Mingkong helplessly supported the beauty on his back, adjusting her position to prevent her from falling, and then continued:

"There's no need to rush this. I think Little Gugu's race has followed mine and it's not entirely human anymore. It's developing too slowly. It'll probably stay in its current 'toothless child' state for the next two or three years. Its 'treasure' period is going to be incredibly long."

There's absolutely no need to rush.

It's good that the little ones grow up healthy, but it's not as fun when they grow up. The fact that the little ones' "treasure period" is so long now is quite pleasing.

Fengying then said:

"This isn't about whether they grow up or not... The Sword Dynasty lineage, including Qiu Chi and Dong Lu, needs to have a little one to make the ancestors happy, right?"

Or maybe we could just get the old ancestor Basheng pregnant, then she wouldn't be sleeping all day away like this~

Qingning quietly chimed in:

"Grandma Basheng is pregnant. Does that mean the baby will be of a higher generation than Master and Aunt when it is born?"

“Indeed, during the New Year, Qiu Chi has to take the lead in kowtowing to the baby~” Feng Ying laughed even more mischievously.

"Go to hell!" Zuo Qiuchi rolled her eyes at her.

Zuo Donglu's focus was rather skewed, and she suddenly said, "Ancestor Basheng might not agree to Mingkong... This assumption is invalid."

Goodness, Donglu, you're actually thinking about this seriously now?

Feng Ying blinked in surprise. She moved with the agility of a swallow and lightly leaped onto Zuo Donglu's back, beginning to seriously consider the feasibility and entry point.

Chu Ming's shadow, dropped into the air, appeared even taller.

"Then first we have to get Ancestor Basheng interested in this matter. Finally, your Sword Dynasty lineage should produce a little bean first, and then show Ancestor Basheng his talent."

If we casually mention, "I wonder how amazing the swordsmanship talent of Ba Sheng's ancestors must be," maybe we'll have a chance?

Fengying actually figured out a reference idea.

With Zuo Qiuchi and Zuo Donglu, both descendants of the Sword Emperor Dynasty, various imaginative ideas and discussions followed, exploring how to impregnate their ancestor...

As the group strolled along, Qingning also "sat" on Fengying's back.

Suddenly, a spectacular sight appeared around the oasis lake.

A man carrying a tall stack of beautiful women on his back.

The group strolled around the lake, chatting and laughing, but of course, only Chu Mingkong was actually putting in the effort of walking.

"My heart is about to burst from this pressure, Fengying, you're so heavy... And Mingkong, stop taking the opportunity to touch me and stick your fingers out, or I'll break them off!"

......

After their walk, the group returned to the Kunlun Taoist Gate.

Chu Mingkong had just returned to his room and lay down when he found a letter on his bedside table, left by Balan.

The envelope contained only a jade key, and the letter itself was blank except for her name and a bright red, alluring lip print at the bottom.

This aunt, who was a sword immortal in terms of seniority, seemed to have awakened something after he deflowered her in the bath.

Chu Mingkong's assessment of this was:

"It's not as good as the 'little mouth' mark that Jinyu left in the note back in the Crescent Kingdom. It seems that Jinyu burned some of it."

However, I should visit the Sword Dynasty; it's been a long time since I've been there.

Chapter 303 Hair in a Knot

One day.

After finishing his business, Balan went to his room as usual.

With her graceful and capable steps, her long, wavy hair swayed gently, exuding charm and elegance without being vulgar.

As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a scene of steaming heat.

She paused, thinking she had gone to the wrong room. She took two steps back, looked up at the surrounding corridors, and confirmed that this was not the bathhouse.