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After their deep kiss, Liu Shi Qin regained clarity, pushing Lan An away, her face flushed like a ripe apple, breathtakingly alluring. "Your lips are divine soft, sweet," Lan An teased, licking his lips.
"You! Not again!" Liu Shi Qin stomped, heart racing. "As you wish, my lady!" Lan An saluted playfully. She huffed, shifting to business, "Ice Moon Night Wind Scripture is incredible. Just a fraction mastered, and its effects are astonishing!"
Lan An noted her near-Spirit Transformation aura, smiling, "It's made for you! That crescent mark is stunning." He pointed to her forehead. "Really?" She touched it, the mark boosting her Ice Spirit Energy absorption since mastering part of the scripture.
"Ji Bing Ying's awake, cultivating in seclusion. Let's go," Lan An grasped her warm hand. "What're you doing? Don't tell them!" she panicked, pulling back. "Relax, I'll give you time," he reassured, thrilled by the kiss. With a thought, they vanished.
Above Ping An City, Mu Zi Yin faced Third Elder, wary of his jade pendant. "Let us leave, or I'll unleash Han Du's full Spirit Transformation strike, leveling Liu Clan!" he threatened, clutching his trump card, gifted by Han Shen's father.
"No! They must die, and Liu Clan with them!" Han Shen shrieked, emboldened, demanding vengeance. Han Se and Han Geng eyed Li Zhu Luan and Bai Su Mei, fearing treachery. Third Elder cursed her stupidity—a full strike could kill them too, and Mu Zi Yin's Heaven-Grade Purple Wood Sword might counter it. He prioritized escape, but Han Shen's vendetta risked all.
Mu Zi Yin's eyes flashed with killing intent. Letting vengeful Han Clan escape was like freeing tigers. Yet, Liu Clan's safety restrained her. As tension peaked, space rippled beside her, startling Third Elder. Mu Zi Yin smiled, calling, "Husband, Little Aunt!"
Lan An and Liu Shi Qin appeared—him dashing with Little Lion on his shoulder, her regal like a fairy. "Husband!" Bai Su Mei and Li Zhu Luan beamed. Han Se and Han Geng glared at Lan An, jealousy boiling, ignoring his sudden arrival.
"That's it! Give it to me!" Han Shen demanded Little Lion, obsession flaring. Lan An hugged Mu Zi Yin's waist, asking, "Wife, what's this?" She briefed them via transmission. Lan An's silver eyes grew calm, but his Spirit Energy surged. "Han Clan again?" he growled, recalling Han Qing's attack over Hong Lian and Die Qing. Now, targeting Little Lion, they threatened Liu Clan. Without Harem, what would've become of Liu Shi Qin's family?
Fury mounting, Lan An vowed Han Clan worse than Qing Yun Sect. Liu Shi Qin, equally enraged, trusted Lan An's lead, descending to join Bai Su Mei and Li Zhu Luan. "Old man, a Spirit Transformation strike makes you bold?" Lan An mocked Third Elder.
"Let us go, and we'll forget this!" Third Elder gritted, pain from his severed arm intensifying, unease growing. Lan An's youth, below Spirit Transformation, unnerved him—how could Spirit Transformation women serve a Nascent Soul youth? Little Lion's predatory gaze chilled him further.
Han Shen sensed the shift, staring at Lan An, realizing he held their fate. "Poser!" Han Geng scoffed, jealousy erupting at Lan An's embrace with Mu Zi Yin and the women's devotion. "Die!" Bai Su Mei, Li Zhu Luan, and Liu Shi Qin attacked in unison.
"Idiot!" Han Se cursed, dragging Han Shen away, abandoning Han Geng. Against three superior foes, Han Geng stood no chance. His headless, shattered body fell, ice armor cracked, regret in his eyes. He'd banked on Third Elder's trump card, but miscalculated.
"You killed a Han Clan member?" Han Shen stammered, terrified. "Weaklings making trouble," Li Zhu Luan sneered, noting Han Geng's repeated provocations. Han Se's fists bled, hiding his envious rage. Why did Lan An command such devotion?
Third Elder paled, Purple Wood Sword's Deep Wound effect bleeding him out. Desperate, he raised the pendant. "Leave, or we all die!" Lan An signaled Little Lion. Flash! Purple lightning streaked, Little Lion snatching the pendant in a breath, its lightning paralyzing Third Elder.
"How?! A lightning beast?" Third Elder roared, hand numb. "Well done!" Lan An patted Little Lion, the women praising it. "Chirp!" Little Lion preened, preferring its petite form. "Any more tricks?" Lan An taunted, holding the pendant.
Third Elder bowed, pleading, "We were blind to Mount Tai. Spare us, and Han Clan will remember!" He stressed Han Clan, implying retribution. "Han Clan? Stronger than Qing Yun Sect?" Lan An smirked. Han Clan froze, knowing Qing Yun Sect's fall. Weaker, lacking a Refining Void elder, Han Clan relied on two Supreme Earth-Grade treasures. Was Qing Yun Sect's demise tied to them?
Lan An summoned Qing Yun Sword, confirming their fears. "No! You can't kill me, Han Clan's top genius!" Han Se screamed, composure gone. "Pathetic," Liu Shi Qin scoffed, her eyes turning pitch-black, hair flowing. A black wind engulfed Han Se.
"Ice Mystic Armor!" Han Se resisted, ice shielding him. Screech! The wind corroded all, leaving ashes. Liu Shi Qin's near-Spirit Transformation Night Wind obliterated a Mid Nascent Soul genius, shocking even Lan An. Mu Zi Yin mused, "What grade is Little Aunt's scripture?" pinching Lan An jealously. "You'll all get yours," he reassured.
"Damn you!" Third Elder's eyes reddened, guilt fueling desperation. He swelled to self-destruct. "Butterfly Slash!" Mu Zi Yin danced, beheading him instantly. The battle ended.
Ping An City's onlookers were silenced by Liu Clan and Yue Clan's control, cementing Liu Clan's dominance. "Don't kill me!" Han Shen cowered as Lan An approached. "Give your Origin Soul," he demanded. "Yes!" She complied, relieved to live.
"Return to Han Clan. Blame Third Elder and the others' deaths on Heavenly Wood Sect," Lan An ordered, exploiting their grudge. "Yes, Master!" Han Shen kowtowed, eager to survive. "Do well, and Han Clan's throne is yours," he tempted. "Thank you, Master!" She departed, her Perfect Golden Core ensuring her return.
Li Zhu Luan smiled, "Pawns in Nan Gong Clan and now Han Clan. Two Seventh-Grade powers under your thumb, Husband!"