Facing the pitch-black gate, Lan An knew that behind it lay Kun Mingyue's true memories—not the current Little Yue.
Opening this door would restore her as a Late Seventh-Order powerhouse, her mind fully intact.
The problem: how to open it.
Lan An's soul strand approached. He knew brute force was impossible—it would damage Mingyue's spirit.
After long observation, he concluded: only Mingyue herself could open it. He would help her do so.
Compressing his soul to the limit, he slipped through the tiny gap between the doors…
Inside was a multicolored space—not just the joy of her time in the harem, nor only the loneliness of ocean wandering. Every emotion was present.
Memory fragments flooded in. Lan An witnessed her birth in the Crystal Palace at the Kun Clan seabed, her growth, family, everything she experienced—like a slow-motion film.
"So she was both princess and the Kun Clan's once-in-a-millennium genius, heir to the chieftain, Kun Huang's sister…"
The film ended with her receiving the Kun Clan's supreme art—Sea Control Scripture—then the accident that regressed her mind.
"What are you doing here?"
A clear, elegant voice echoed—no trace of the childish innocence Lan An knew.
"Little Yue?!" he replied gently. This was the real Kun Mingyue.
"I am Kun Mingyue. If you awaken me, your Little Yue will cease to exist!" Her voice trembled. Though sealed, she knew everything that had happened—including being fully claimed by this man.
"You're wrong. Little Yue won't vanish… you'll merge and become whole. Either way, you're still my Little Yue…" Lan An said sincerely.
"I won't be the naive girl you can fool! I am Kun Clan Chief, ruler of the seas!" Kun Mingyue said coldly, but with underlying anger and embarrassment.
"Haha, but that is the real you. I don't want my Little Yue living half-complete, without dreams or ambition…" Lan An laughed.
No reply—only a mature woman's sigh…
Before Lan An, a long incantation appeared—Sea Control Scripture (Extreme Spirit Grade). Each word profound and hard to grasp.
Lan An focused intensely. His soul grew heavy. He couldn't spot the flaw. The changes were subtle but perfect—enough to fool readers, but deadly in practice.
"Only my Royal Uncle could alter it so flawlessly. Even I, the princess, didn't notice…" Kun Mingyue's voice sighed. She was sharp enough to know who schemed against her—and why.
Time passed. Mermaid songs and zither music from Wu Ching and Ling Long reached Lan An's mind, sharpening his senses, accelerating comprehension…
"To find the flaw and perfect it—I must cultivate it myself!" Lan An inhaled deeply.
"You're insane! What if you end up like me?!" Kun Mingyue panicked.
"You're worried about me?" Lan An teased.
"Hmph! I just don't want to owe you!" she huffed, tsundere.
"Don't worry. A mere Extreme Spirit Grade art can't harm me…" Lan An's soul withdrew.
"No! Stop!" Kun Mingyue shouted—but the black stone door blocked her voice.
…
Outside…
Lan An opened his eyes, lovingly kissing exhausted Kun Mingyue's forehead.
"Husband… Little Yue is too tired. Can we poke tomorrow?" she whined, between her legs slightly sore.
"Mm, husband has things to do. I'll poke you in a few days!"
He stroked his treasure, hoping the memories behind the door would merge perfectly. First, he needed to perfect Sea Control Scripture. Thanks to Wu Ching and Ling Long, he had memorized it all. His figure flashed to Palace Tree.
"Be careful. Wrong incantation—best case like Mingyue, worst case qi deviation!" Meng Ying warned.
"No need to worry. Others might, but I have Soul Warming Lotus!" Lan An smirked.
"Who's worried about you!" Meng Ying huffed cutely.
He began cultivating Sea Control Scripture…
Two real days later—20 days in Time Acceleration—Lan An opened radiant eyes in the formation.
He had nearly lost his mind to the flawed art. But at the critical moment, Soul Warming Lotus and Immortal Scripture stabilized him, purging all danger.
"Success?" Meng Ying's voice trembled.
She was stunned by Lan An's monstrous talent. In 20 days, he perfected and mastered an Extreme Spirit Grade art.
Too demonic. Even after a thousand years to Tribulation Realm, she had never seen such a case.
"I told you—a mere Extreme Spirit Grade can't stop me!" Lan An boasted, heading back to Crystal Palace.
"Husband!" Kun Mingyue was swimming playfully with Wu Ching and Ling Long. Seeing him, she joyfully pounced, her 1.8m supermodel body hanging on him like a kitten.
"Go! Time to poke!" Lan An princess-carried her to the pearl bed.
"Mm, gentle, okay?" Kun Mingyue nestled in his arms.
After clouds and rain, she lay panting. Lan An coaxed:
"Little Yue, I'll teach you two arts. Master them, and poking won't tire you anymore!"
"Really?" Kun Mingyue's eyes sparkled. Before, she hated cultivation—boring compared to play. Now, her favorite activity was poking with husband. A way to poke without exhaustion? She agreed instantly.
"Why would husband lie? Cultivate hard, and we'll poke every day!" He kissed her cheek.
"Mm! Little Yue will listen!" She closed her eyes obediently.
Lan An transmitted perfected Sea Control Scripture and Dragon Immortal Holy Codex.
Kun Mingyue eagerly absorbed—for a tireless poking future.
Done, she sat cross-legged on the pearl bed, entering seclusion.
Lan An watched with complex emotions. Next time he returned… she wouldn't be this innocent.
"Husband, don't be sad. This is right," Hai Wu Ching said maturely, reading his thoughts.
Hai Ling Long busily dressed him.
"When I return, I'll pamper you both!" Lan An hugged their slim waists, stroking noble fish tails.
"Hmph! That's all you're good for!" Wu Ching rolled her eyes. Only Ling Long blushed shyly—she was still a virgin, full of anticipation.
Lan An's heart warmed. They didn't fight on the front lines, but their contributions to the harem were immense. He was blessed.
…
Behind Liu Family.
Wu San Niang stood arms crossed, waiting as Lan An reluctantly parted with his wives.
He hugged each one, worry in his eyes.
The unknown variable was coming. Leaving them felt unsafe… but he was too weak. Without strength, he was useless.
Plus, he had to find bones for Meng Ying.
"Don't worry. Worst case, I'll hide everyone in the Pearl. Even if the sky falls, we're safe!" Liu Yuqing kissed his cheek.
"Husband…" Xiao Shi whined, held by Liu Yuqing.
"Brat, stop fretting. A bunch of old monsters hide on this star—they won't let some damn variable destroy it. We'll hold until we kill our way back…" Wu San Niang said calmly. Once she mastered Eight Gates Escape Armor, only legendary immortals could threaten her.
"Husband, take care!" The women's eyes were strong, not wanting him anxious.
"Lan An gege, don't worry! Mumu will protect the sisters!" Liu Mengmeng raised a tiny fist.
Lan An nodded gently. All were here to see him off except those in seclusion. Even Shui Niang Qing and Hoa Thanh Truc tore space to arrive.
"Remember my words—your safety first!"
"Pfft, giggle… that's the fifteenth time, old man!" The women laughed behind hands.
Lan An scratched his nose embarrassedly, stepping beside his master.
"Ya Lian Na will exit soon. Welcome her!" Wu San Niang told the women, grabbing Lan An and shattering void.
As their figures vanished, the women looked at each other, then at Liu Yuqing.
She held the most authority now—all future decisions were hers.
"Qing Zhu, Niang Qing, Zi Yin, Ji Ya, Ji Bing—seclude and refine bloodlines. Others perfect Layer 2 arts. Time Acceleration will cover all of floors 2 and 3. Remaining Warm Blood Liquid distributed as needed!" Liu Yuqing arranged.
No objections.
Hua Qing Zhu (Harmony Realm) refining Ice Phoenix Royal—no Warm Blood needed.
Shui Niang Qing (Late Void Refining) refining Water Qilin—4 drops.
Ji Ya (Late Void Refining) refining Moon Cold—3 drops.
Ji Bing (Mid Void Refining)—4 drops.
Mu Ziyin (Mid Void Refining) refining Ancient Purple Wood Butterfly—4 drops.
Total allocated: 15 drops. Liu Yuqing had 7 left.
Her eyes flickered. If Heavenly Secret Pavilion's variable threatens the planet… the harem must seek allies…
In her storage ring, a jade bottle lay still—secretly given by Lan An.
Divine Beast Bloodline – Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox.
…
Beneath the abyss at the ocean's end, Sea Continent…
A black tornado vortex raged. Even Tribulation Realm experts wouldn't approach casually.
"Center of the vortex is the formation to Man Hoang. When I was young training in Sea Continent, I was sucked in by accident—my life's greatest fortune!" Wu San Niang said emotionally.
Though perilous, it forged her current strength.
Lan An nodded, touched. Master shared her greatest secret and opportunity—proof of his place in her heart.
No more words. Wu San Niang gripped him tightly.
They leaped into the vortex's heart—vanishing.
At the same time, beneath Blood Spirit Sect…
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