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Lan An gazed at Ji Bing's bewildered face, desire fading, worry surging. "You really don't remember who you are?" he probed.
Her pure eyes met his concern, their bodies still joined, yet she felt oddly safe. Shaking her head, she replied, "My mind's blank nothing there."
"Do you remember Ji Ya?" Lan An pressed, inhaling deeply.
"Ji Ya? No impression," Ji Bing murmured, saddened. Her mind was a void, Lan An's presence her only clarity. She sensed her memory loss was severe, but his warmth eased her fears. Nestling into his chest, she sought solace, instinct telling her he was trustworthy.
Lan An embraced her, one hand stroking her silky back, comforting. "It's not surprising, Young Master. Don't fret," Jin'er's voice chimed in his mind.
"She's unhealed, memory gone how can I not worry?" Lan An sighed bitterly.
"Her soul was nearly shattered. Without you, she'd be gone. Soul Nurturing Lotus saved her; this isn't the worst outcome," Jin'er reassured.
"Damn it! Who dared harm her soul? They'll pay!" Lan An seethed, rage unprecedented.
"No! She can forget me, but not her sister!" he resolved, thinking of Ji Ya's sacrifices. Her heartbreak would be unbearable.
"Bing-er, want to know your past?" Lan An lifted her face, gazing gently.
"Yes! How?" Ji Bing nodded, breath fragrant.
"Trust me I'll share it," Lan An smiled, laying her on the bed. "May I kiss you?" he teased, finger brushing her lips, despite their intimacy.
Ji Bing blushed, closing her eyes, lips parting. Her lashes quivered, wondering if they'd done this before. Lan An kissed her passionately, tongues entwining, savoring each other. One hand kneaded her full breasts, teasing her peaks, while the other caressed her sensitive underarm.
Ji Bing trembled, her core tightening, fluids flowing. Lan An moved rhythmically, syncing with her swaying hips. Parting her flushed lips, he whispered, "Relax—I'll transmit memories."
Ji Bing licked her lips, nodding, eyes closed. Lan An sent a soul thread with memories—meeting Ji Ya at the auction, their deal to heal Ji Bing, their dual-cultivation—into her mind. She absorbed it, tears welling.
She marveled at Ji Ya's love, feeling fulfilled despite her amnesia. Learning she and Lan An were strangers initially, she gazed at him, complex emotions swirling. "You did this just for a deal with my sister?"
"Silly! Can't you feel my love?" Lan An hugged her, dispelling doubts.
Ji Bing smiled faintly, stroking his face. "What if Sister takes me away?"
"You're mine. No one, not even Ji Ya, can take you. I'll spank her if she tries!" Lan An declared domineeringly.
Ji Bing giggled, her innocence shining, devoid of her former Spirit Transformation maturity. "Let's continue, husband!" Lan An resumed, gentle.
"Mm, be soft!" Ji Bing moaned, embracing him, accepting their past intimacy.
"Tight, my treasure!" Lan An praised, savoring her. He kissed her breasts, licking her underarm playfully.
"Ah! You'll kill me!" Ji Bing gasped, her core clenching, overwhelmed. "Why so sensitive there?"
"Don't know! Your fault!" she pouted, sobbing with pleasure.
They moved faster, bodies slick, climax nearing. "I'm coming, Little Nam!" Ji Bing cried.
"Me too! You're amazing!" Lan An roared, both peaking, collapsing in bliss.
Holding her, Lan An said, "I'll teach you a technique." He transmitted Dragon Phoenix Saint Scripture. Ji Bing accepted, overjoyed by his trust.
He shared his life, introducing Harem's women. "I'm the newest Harem member?" Ji Bing teased.
"Escape-proof!" Lan An grinned.
"Smug! Bet you can't recruit Sister!" she challenged.
Lan An nearly choked, sighing, "Fate decides. She's bound by our contract."
"I'll watch!" Ji Bing smirked, eager for Ji Ya's fall.
Pinching her nose, Lan An asked, "You and Ji Ya practiced Twin Heart Sword Art?"
Ji Bing tried recalling, shaking her head, forgetting even her techniques. "I'll find you a new one!" Lan An vowed, spending 20,000 Prestige Points refreshing Lucky Shop, buying Water Spirit Ice Cage Scripture (High Spirit-Grade, 50,000 points). It forms a Ice-Water Exquisite Heart, boosting Water/Ice skills and energy absorption, its first layer hinting at a profound origin.
Naming a Palace Tree second-tier palace Bing Ji Palace, Lan An gave her the technique jade and Spirit Stones, leaving satisfied. Little Lion playfully flew him around Spirit Realm Pearl, its Fifth-Order speed thrilling.
Outside Shi Qin Palace, a surging aura startled Lan An. A soft hand touched his shoulder, dark winds dissipating. Liu Shi Qin appeared, elegant in simple robes, her beauty enhanced by a blue crescent mark on her forehead.
"Little Aunt, you're stunning!" Lan An murmured, entranced.
"Sweet-talker, no wonder they're smitten!" Liu Shi Qin teased, secretly pleased.
Impulsively, Lan An asked, "Are you smitten?"
Her smile froze, lips bitten, gaze distant. A silent barrier rose between them atop the clouds. As Lan An prepared to explain, her sigh whispered, "We can't."
His heart clenched, seeing her burdens—genius talent stifled by family duties, her Ice Moon Night Wind Scripture nearing Spirit Transformation. Without him, she'd have perished.
If he couldn't protect her, make her happy, let her shine, what was his ambition worth? Stepping forward, he embraced her, voice hoarse, "You say we can't? Why avoid my eyes?"
Her body trembled, heart racing, his masculine warmth overwhelming. Lan An spun her, locking eyes with her teary gaze, declaring, "I say we can. Anyone who disagrees, dies!"
In Ping An City, Liu Clan hosted four strangers. Han Clan's quartet sat in the hall, once Qing Yun Sect's meeting place. "Where's your Patriarch? I won't repeat myself!" Han Shen demanded, glaring at Liu Clan's elders and steward.
Liu Meng Ying peeked from a pillar, fists waving, indignant at Han Shen's rudeness. Han Se, Han Geng, and Third Elder sipped tea, detached. The Elder's patience waned, his Divine Sense finding no trace of the painting's group.
"Patriarch's in seclusion. Wait," the steward replied calmly, bolstered by Liu Clan's past triumphs with Lan An.
"Dog slave! Know who I am? Slap him!" Han Shen roared, obsessed with Little Lion.
Slap! Not the steward, but Han Shen's cheek bore a red handprint. Bai Su Mei, radiant in Lovers' Destiny Robe, appeared, her Star Wander Step too swift for Third Elder.
Footsteps echoed. Li Zhu Luan and Mu Zi Yin entered, their grace freezing the air. Li Zhu Luan giggled, "Sister, it's lively today!"