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Having completely eliminated the harassment from that cunning old fox Zhunti, Lin Xuan felt extremely relieved.

He carried his daughter Lin Yin around the yard for a while, and only after coaxing the little girl to sleep and handing her over to Cihang Daoren did he stretch and prepare to find some fun.

"Staying in the Pangu Palace all day is rather boring. Let's go to the front lines and see how those greenhorns are doing in their training."

Lin Xuan pondered this in his mind, took a step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared from the Pangu Palace.

The next second, he had already landed above the front-line military camp in the western border of the Great Shang Dynasty.

The huge training ground was filled with deafening shouts of battle.

Tens of thousands of special forces soldiers from the Great Shang Dynasty, fresh from their combat training and exuding a menacing aura, are engaged in brutal combat drills.

And on the command platform at the very front of the training ground.

A stunningly beautiful female general, clad in tight-fitting silver-white light armor and possessing a lithe and upright figure, is sternly reprimanding the soldiers who are training, holding a silver spear in her hand.

"Hurry up, all of you! Haven't you eaten?! On the battlefield, even half a second's delay means losing your own heads!"

This female general was none other than Deng Chanyu, the renowned female general on the front lines of the Shang Dynasty and the daughter of Deng Jiugong.

Her once striking and beautiful face was now covered in frost, her eyes sharp as knives, and the iron-blooded aura she exuded, as if she had fought her way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, made all the soldiers below the stage tremble.

Lin Xuan hovered in mid-air, watching this scene with great interest.

However, it would be rather boring for a woman to spend her days fighting and killing in the military camp with a stern face.

Lin Xuan grinned, and another idea popped into his head.

He made no attempt to conceal himself, and simply swaggered down from mid-air, step by step, and landed steadily on the command platform.

"Who?!"

Deng Chanyu turned around with extreme vigilance, holding her silver spear horizontally in a defensive stance.

"Husband...husband?"

Deng Chanyu could barely hold the silver spear in her hand, and she stammered as she spoke.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers below the stage erupted in a frenzied roar that was as loud as a mountain.

"Greetings, Holy Father! Long live the Holy Father!"

Lin Xuan completely ignored these formalities.

Without saying a word, he strode up to Deng Chanyu.

Under the fervent and gossipy gazes of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

Lin Xuan reached out domineeringly and grabbed Deng Chanyu's slender waist, which was extremely firm yet supple due to years of training.

"what!"

Deng Chanyu gasped in fright, her whole body tensing up as if she had been electrocuted.

"What's the point of staying in this lousy military camp every day? Come on, I'll take you to do something exciting."

Lin Xuan whispered something extremely flippant in her ear.

They gave Deng Chanyu absolutely no chance to resist or refuse.

Amidst a deafening chorus of "Holy Father is mighty!", Lin Xuan forcibly took her away, tore through space, and disappeared above the military camp.

When the two reappeared, they had arrived above a vast sea of ​​clouds, far from the clamor of the bloody battlefield.

Lin Xuan reached into his storage space and took out a huge magical artifact—a starry sky hot air balloon—woven from colorful glass and top-grade immortal vines.

The hot air balloon grew taller as it caught the wind, instantly transforming into a giant basket hundreds of feet in diameter, steadily suspended at an altitude of thirty thousand feet.

The inside of the hanging basket was covered with a thick white fox fur carpet, and there was also a small jade table with fairy fruits and fine wine on it.

Lin Xuan, carrying Deng Chanyu whose face was flushed and whose mind was blank, jumped into the hanging basket.

"You...you let me go! This is outrageous!"

Deng Chanyu was both ashamed and angry, and struggled violently.

"Discipline? In my territory, my word is discipline!"

Lin Xuan forcefully pressed her against the soft wall of the hanging basket, his aggressive face almost touching the tip of her nose.

The intense masculine aura wafted over her, causing Deng Chanyu's heart to skip a beat.

"What kind of woman are you, fighting and killing like this? From now on, let the men handle the battlefield. You just stay quietly in the backyard and be a beautiful general's wife."

Lin Xuan's passionate and domineering offensive of love words completely broke Deng Chanyu's defenses.

Deng Chanyu's cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and her originally sharp eyes were now misty with tears. She stammered and couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

Seeing her shy and charming appearance, Lin Xuan had no reason to be polite anymore.

He lowered his head and kissed her forcefully.

Inside this secluded, romantic, and slightly wild hot air balloon high in the sky.

The perfected Wood Law and pure Yang True Qi within Lin Xuan's body poured into Deng Chanyu's body with extreme ferocity.

In the ecstasy of ultimate pleasure, Deng Chanyu completely abandoned all restraint and resistance, letting out a seductive moan that stirred the blood.