Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting with brother's wife and young sister Chapter 914 - 485: Liu Sheng Loses His Composure!

"As Chief Eunuch saying those two words... speaking plainly, he has a favor to request."

Hearing this breakdown, Chen Xuan reflected briefly, then nodded slowly in agreement.

"What might that be?"

Chen Xuan murmured inwardly.

Besides, if Liu Sheng made the request, refusal was impossible for him, given the countless aids received previously, especially the delivery of the winged dragon beast. For that reason alone, barring core principles, turning it down was out of the question.

"Fine, it’ll become clear soon enough."

He shrugged it off casually, refusing to puzzle over the unknown.

Next, he faced Qin Ke, "Let’s go, meal time’s here; join your master for some drinks."

"I won’t hold back then."

He understood Chen Xuan’s nature—no false courtesies—and skipping it would genuinely annoy Chen Xuan.

...

Nightfall!

Buoyed by liquor, Chen Xuan turned exceptionally vigorous, leaving Lan Meng’Er utterly drained.

Finally, with no choice, she handled it on her own.

Massaging her aching jaw, Lan Meng’Er shot him a fierce glare.

She’d nearly died from it.

Moments ago, her throat had nearly clogged up; she’d truly struggled to breathe.

"Satisfied at last?"

"Not bad."

Satisfaction filled him indeed, though more from her eagerness and spirit.

Full? Hardly; normally multiple women rotated duties—how could one alone manage him!

"Hmph!"

Lan Meng’Er scrunched her dainty nose in annoyance.

"Completely satisfied. And you?"

Chen Xuan smacked her firm rear.

"Ouch..."

Lan Meng’Er eyed him with sultry charm; a stinging heat bloomed there, his palm striking with just the right force.

"Hahaha..."

Chen Xuan roared with laughter, pulling her closer in his embrace, "Your husband heads to the Imperial City tomorrow."

"By yourself?"

....

Dawn of the next day!

Within the space rift, Chen Xuan observed Xiaoqi drenched in sweat, chuckling indelicately.

The previous night, Lan Meng’Er’s query sparked the idea to bring Xiaoqi.

A fine opportunity to broaden his horizons.

En route, pure bliss for Chen Xuan as Xiaoqi bore him via divine footwork amid the rift’s crushing pressure.

Merely a handful of strides, short of ten thousand miles, yet Xiaoqi collapsed like this.

"I can’t endure it!"

Xiaoqi wailed, pushed beyond limits.

"Bang!"

They burst out of the space rift.

"Huff huff huff..."

Xiaoqi panted heavily; despite Dao Realm prowess matching second rank, hauling Chen Xuan with divine footwork imposed crushing strain.

"Dad..."

Regaining some breath, he gazed up at Chen Xuan, small face brimming with grievance.

"Didn’t your teacher warn that true knowledge proves insufficient in need? Ponder this: Dao Realm breakthrough merits no complacency."

"Your cultivation suffers from distraction too."

Chen Xuan lectured gravely, scolding firmly.

"I... I..."

Xiaoqi flustered, eager to retort, but Chen Xuan’s piercing stare silenced him; lips pressed, he held his tongue.

Dad meant business this time.

"I was wrong!"

Xiaoqi lifted his head timidly, eyeing Chen Xuan warily.

"Where exactly did you err?"

Chen Xuan showed no intent to spare him lightly.

Empty words paled against self-realization.

"Xiaoqi got arrogant."

His whisper faint as a gnat’s; wrong acknowledged, yet pride lingered.

"Good that you recognize it."

Unable to press harsher, Chen Xuan clasped his hand, re-entering the space rift.

"Observe closely, absorb it all."

"Divine footwork demands better execution."

Amid boundless space, Chen Xuan remarked calmly.

"Yes!"

Xiaoqi responded swiftly, watching intently.

Chen Xuan’s divine footwork shone with finesse, rift pressure far lighter on him.

No strength gap—this hinged purely on divine footwork comprehension, where Xiaoqi fell short.

...

At dusk.

Big and little silhouettes reached the Imperial City’s East Gate.

Flashing identity tokens, they entered effortlessly, then hired a carriage bound for the Ritual Department.

Carriage interior.

Xiaoqi’s eyes shut firm; insights from that day now consolidated.

Faint spatial ripples soon pulsed from him.

Spotting it, Chen Xuan flicked his hand, swiftly masking the aura.

Still, pride gleamed in his gaze at Xiaoqi; talent blazed bright, though youth bred immaturity.

"Time to secure a fine mentor for true guidance."

Chen Xuan pondered silently.

He and the women had spoiled Xiaoqi rotten, hesitating to chide even his laziness.

Thus, progress bred swift complacency.

"Who fits best?"

Chen Xuan massaged his brow; headache-inducing dilemma.

Yao’Er seemed ideal.

Yet time escaped her!

Lost in rumination, the carriage halted.

"Mister, Ritual Department arrived."

"Mm!" Chen Xuan replied flatly.

He nudged Xiaoqi, "Up you get."

Eyes fluttering open slowly, "Dad, we’ve arrived?"

"Mm!"

"Off the carriage; soon meeting a mighty elder—mind your manners."

"Understood, Dad."

They dismounted in turn. Chen Xuan settled the fare, grasped Xiaoqi’s hand, and informed the Ritual Department guard, "Prince Xuan of Molan Mansion, seeking Chief Eunuch Liu—kindly announce us."

"Lord Xuan King, please proceed; Chief Eunuch instructed ahead."

"Mm—"

Mild surprise hit Chen Xuan, sensing this trip hid deeper layers, pre-arranged down to such details.