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"Little fox—"

Slightly tipsy from drinking, Jin Lin unknowingly moved from her seat to Su Yan's lap, resting her neck on Su Yan's shoulder, revealing her smooth, fair neck. The way she addressed Su Yan, who was full of江湖气气 (jianghu qi, a kind of chivalrous and unconventional air), changed to a coquettish fox.

"Today's makeup and styling were designed by my martial aunt, and she is very satisfied with it. After all, the founder and patriarch of the Falling Star City lineage is coming to Kunlun Spirit Mountain, and we all need to show our best side."

Theoretically speaking, a cultivator's appearance will not change after reaching the Nascent Soul stage. Even when they die of old age, they can still maintain a youthful appearance. After reaching the Integration stage, their physical strength can always be kept at its peak.

When one reaches the realm of celestial beings, one can attain the appearance of an immortal, possessing both divine form and physical perfection, and being completely flawless.

However, the term "dressing up" still exists in the vast lexicon of gods and immortals. It's just that the meaning of dressing up has changed from covering up and beautifying to embellishing and highlighting the parts of oneself that one is most satisfied with.

Jin Lin's makeup was very simple, merely highlighting the rare girlishness she once possessed.

"Back to the dormitory, the courtyard won't do." After a moment, their lips parted, and Jin Lin opened his eyes, looking at Su Yan who was also looking at him, and said:

"I have a strange feeling about being in the courtyard, like there's something I can't quite put my finger on. Hmm, I'm not sure how to describe it, but I feel like I'll be taken advantage of?"

"Hmm, and you should also pinch here. I feel like I'll feel pleasure if you can do that."

Jin Lin has a very straightforward personality, and Su Yan doesn't need to guess what she wants. She just speaks her mind and takes Su Yan's arm, placing it in the appropriate position.

As for why it felt strange in the courtyard, it might be because of the presence of the fairy maidens.

Jin Lin was indifferent to this, after all, the accessories on everyone's skin were almost the same, the only difference being the size and color depth, but now it was different.

If my brother takes off his clothes later, won't all the spirit mediums see him? That won't do.

Jin Lin couldn't quite explain her feelings, but she just didn't really want Su to be seen in front of other women.

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The night passed slowly, and when Jinlin's consciousness returned to her body the next morning, she opened her eyes and saw Su Yan lying in her arms. She subconsciously stretched out her arms and hugged Su Yan.

Good morning, Brother Su.

Jin Lin looked at Su Yan, who had also opened his eyes, and said with a bright smile, "After a night of arduous cultivation, I feel that my cultivation level has increased slightly."

"By the way, can you touch it with your hands? I feel that this will make my Dao mind clear."

"Um"

Su Yan propped himself up and lay down next to Jin Lin, wrapping his arms around her and giving a muffled response.

Although Su Yan learned the Yin-Yang method from Ruonv, he was not actually very proficient in it. After the initial pleasure faded, Su Yan felt a little tired and did not have the radiant and beautiful appearance of Jinlin.

Jin Lin seemed to know that Su Yan had contributed a great deal, so he didn't make any more requests. He just turned to look at Su Yan, who was resting, and his mind wandered to all sorts of random thoughts.

For example, would Su Yan be this tired after spending the night with Senior Ruonv or Fairy Qilin?

How did they help Brother Su alleviate his mental fatigue and emptiness?

Jin Lin thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

Even if she understood, she might not be able to act like them. Although Jin Lin was not very clear about some things and was even a little confused, she would never be able to hold the little fox in her arms, offer him ice cream, and tell him stories like the Lord of the Night.

Or, like Senior Ruonv, she could invite Su Yan to help her with the cleanup and changing afterwards.

It was noon.

Jin Lin slowly withdrew her thoughts, left a lipstick mark on Su Yan's cheek, quietly lifted the sheet, put on her clothes simply on the bed, and left, heading towards the hot spring pool.

Although she wanted to lie down for a while longer to alleviate some of her physical discomfort, the arrival of the Heavenly One Mystic Maiden meant that, as the chief disciple of Falling Star City, she couldn't be absent for the time being.

But yesterday, for some reason, I was so bewitched that I followed Brother Su out.

"It's all because Brother Su is too charming, isn't it?" Jin Lin thought to himself, filled with guilt.

But as Jin Lin left, he didn't notice that a gust of wind suddenly blew through the closed dormitory room. The gentle breeze carried away the stale air in the room, and a figure lightly landed on the bed, turning to look at the little fox with a smile on his face.

Even Su Yan herself didn't realize that the person next to her in bed had changed. She groggily reached out and hugged the other person, putting her thigh around his.

But when Su Yan felt a sensation on her cheek that was impossible for golden scales to appear, she was startled. She opened her eyes and saw something soft covering her eyes.

"Eek!"

Driven by biological instinct, Su Yan subconsciously manifested the form of a little fox, sprang away from the spot, landed on all fours in a pouncing stance, and looked at the stranger.

"Uh, Ancestor, what is this?" Su Yan sprang up the fox a distance away, away from the black curtain that was blocking his vision, and finally saw the person who came.

The person who silently crept onto the bed was not one of the senior figures, but the progenitor Yinglong.

She was lying on her side on the edge of the bed, her collar slightly open due to her indecent posture. The reason Su Yan had thought it was dark was entirely because the fox's pen holder had been probing inside the Ancestor's collar.

If Jinlin were lying here, Su Yan's head would actually be nestled on her shoulder. However, there is a height difference between Jinlin and the Ancestor, which is why Su Yan felt that something was blocking her eyes.

"morning!"

Looking at the astonished Su Yan, the Ancestor Yinglong seemed to have noticed something amusing. He subtly pulled open a corner of his robe, revealing a scene that Su Yan found incredibly familiar. He teased, "..."

"Hmm, it's a black lace underwire bra, and the protective armor is quite thick. The little fox has nothing to eat."

".Lord Ancestor!"

Su Yan slumped back onto the bed, her once-erect, threatening fox tail now limp and lifeless on the sheets. She muttered:

"You almost scared me to death, and besides, is this the time to talk about underwire bras?"

"Why did you kill Youchao? Now the entire Primordial Immortal Realm is in complete chaos."

The Ancestor Yinglong knew the location of the previous world and may have even lived there, so it's not surprising that she wore something like an underwire bra.

Even if she took out her phone right now and started scrolling through short videos in front of him, Su Yan wouldn't be surprised.

"It comes with a matching black openwork lace dress~"

"Are you trying to coax a child?" Su Yan said helplessly.

"Who knows?" Yinglong waved his hand and said, "The previous incident caused too much of a stir. When Xiaotian woke up, he chased me all the way. Mommy couldn't take it anymore, so she wanted to go to her child's arms for a hug."

"I never imagined that you, my little wretch, would be so heartless and unreasonable. Mommy is heartbroken."

My heart aches.

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Chapter 873 Brother Jin, you've come at the right time. Let me introduce you to this...

"Little Tian'er?"

Su Yan completely ignored the Ancestor's words, which sounded like he was coaxing a child, and accurately grasped a name, asking the Ancestor Yinglong with a hint of doubt.

Yinglong said with a melancholy expression, "Just an old relic even older than my mother. Although he rarely shows his face, his strength is extraordinary."

Yinglong seemed about to say something at this point, but she didn't continue.

Because if we continue talking, we might attract the attention of the little Tian'er we're talking about.

The "Little Heavenly Child" mentioned by Yinglong is actually the Daoist Lord who has gone through hundreds of reincarnations as mentioned by the Queen Mother of the West. Although Yinglong's existence is not as ancient as that of the Daoist Lord, he does not have the knowledge and foundation accumulated through hundreds of reincarnations.

However, Yinglong had the confidence to throw a punch towards the heavens, and with all his trump cards revealed, his strength was naturally greater than that of "Little Heavenly Dao Lord" who had gone through hundreds of reincarnations. However, Yinglong did not entangle with him for too long and ran away leisurely.

There are more than just Tian'er among the Creator Spirits. Some things cannot be revealed too early, otherwise Tianyi and the other Creator Spirits, along with Youchao Shi who has reassembled his form, may prepare to ambush him in advance, which would be disastrous.

Therefore, Yinglong really wasn't lying. In a sense, she really was chased by Xiaotian'er for a year and ran home to find her beloved son to warm her heart.

"They are heartless; they can still attack a beauty like me with such force."

Yinglong lay down in front of the little fox, pointed to his slightly messy long black hair, and said:

"That's right, that hit hurt me, so I need the little fox to come and rub it for me."

Su Yan stared at the Yinglong Ancestor with a dark expression. Sensing that the ancestor didn't want to talk about the Creation Spirit, he remarked, "I can't see any wounds at all."

Despite saying that, Su Yan still complied with the Dragon Ancestor's wishes, forcefully opening her little fox paws to reveal her pink and tender paw pads, and gently massaging the Dragon Ancestor's forehead.

"After this period of adaptation, what are your chances of advancing your cultivation to the Saint Spirit level?" Ancestor Yinglong lay on the bed, glancing slightly at the polite child who was crouching down, massaging his belly with his tail, and asked.

"If we rely on our own strength, I'm not confident, but combined with the egg from the River of Oblivion and the immortality elixir that will mature tomorrow, I should have about a 60% chance of success, right?" Su Yan thought for a moment and then said:

"Speaking of Ancestor Yinglong, aren't you able to travel freely through the river of time? Can you foresee the difficulties I might encounter when I advance in my future career?"

"Ok?"

Yinglong did not respond to Su Yan's words, but only hummed softly.

"Mom." Su Yan's face turned red as she struggled to call out to the Ancestor.

"The river of time is just a metaphor. The future has infinite branches and possibilities. I can see it, but when I tell you about it, after you make corresponding plans and measures, new problems may arise because of the previous plans and measures."

Yinglong thought for a moment and said, "Instead of idly standing by the river watching, I might as well just ask you a question."

"A 60% chance is not low. Inner alchemy cultivators have it easier than outer alchemy cultivators in the past, as they do not need to deliberately seek out suitable positions."

"Oneself is a universe, and one can arrange one's true spirit however one wishes."

Su Yan was giving the Ancestor a massage when he heard her words. A strange feeling welled up inside him, and he said:

"Ancestor. Okay! Mom, is there anything you need me to do?"

Yinglong shook his head and said, "Yes and no, because we need to see how things go. I can't make any guarantees until everything is settled."

"The main reason I ran away back here is to avoid trouble, but also to check your cultivation level. If possible, I'll try my best to raise you to the Saint Spirit Realm."

“But you have your own plans, and there’s no need for Mommy to interfere.”

"That's right!"

After saying this, Yinglong seemed to remember something, the thoughtful look on his face faded, and he spoke with a pleased expression:

"Judging from your peaceful appearance, you probably haven't had time to return to the Dragon Clan's territory yet, right? How about we go back together later? I'll carry you in my arms and stroll around in front of Little Dragon and the others?"

"Then I called you son with deep affection, and you called me mother with fervor. I felt that something very interesting would happen."

Yinglong propped himself up from the bed, sat cross-legged, and looked at Su Yan in front of him with anticipation.

"Are we really going to go that far, Ancestor?" Su Yan was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then asked with a look of horror on his face.

Su Yan's high seniority exists in the family genealogy, but so far there has been no indication of it.