Chapter 14: Lin Fan's News

Qin Tian winced and released Hu Jiuli. She broke free and looked at the visibly disappointed Qin Tian, feeling remorseful.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... Are you okay?" Hu Jiuli rushed forward, her hands cradling Qin Tian's face as she looked into his eyes, repeatedly apologizing.

While speaking, her eyes moistened, and she emotionally spoke, "Why, why! You clearly like Bingchan, and Bingchan likes you too, but why do you still treat me this way? This will make it hard for both me and Bingchan. How will people see me and Bingchan? A woman who competes with her daughter for a man?" As she spoke, tears couldn't stop flowing. She hugged Qin Tian, her cries filled with helplessness and sorrow.

Seeing this, Qin Tian reached out to embrace her. He wasn't too angry about her biting him. He wasn't the petty type, especially in front of someone he liked. He tightly held Hu Jiuli; his tone filled with invisible dominance!

"My woman, Qin Tian's woman, whoever dares to gossip behind, I will annihilate their entire clan and destroy their sect! Kill each one that dares, I want to see, in these nine heavens and ten lands, who dares to utter half a word! If the world doesn't accept it, then I shall slaughter all under heaven!"

Hearing such a domineering declaration from Qin Tian, Hu Jiuli heart trembled, deeply moved. She lay in Qin Tian's arms, resting her head against his chest, finding solace in his warm embrace.

She looked at Qin Tian's profile and weakly asked, "Who are you really, and where do you come from?"

Qin Tian held her, smiling, "Actually, Jiuli, haven't you already guessed? In the upper realm, how many dare to bear the surname Qin?"

Hearing this, Jiuli's eyes widened. Although she had an answer in her heart, hearing it from Qin Tian still surprised her, realizing that Qin Tian was indeed from that clan, her feelings were complex.

Despite everything Qin Tian said, Hu Jiuli still pushed him away, "We can't, it really can't be this way. I am Bingchan's mother, besides, the Qin clan wouldn't allow a widow like me to marry into their family. Just treat Bingchan sincerely, thank you for reviving me!"

After saying this, she turned around and flew towards the wooden house. She didn't dare to stay with Qin Tian anymore, afraid that she couldn't restrain herself and would do something that would betray her daughter. For her daughter's happiness, she was willing to sacrifice everything.

"After the matters of the lower realm are settled, I will take you back to the Great Thousand Dao Domain," Qin Tian said, watching Hu Jiuli's retreating figure.

"I won't go, just take Bingchan with you. I only hope you won't fail her, otherwise, even as a ghost, I won't let you off!"

"You have no choice, you must go whether you want to or not, you can't escape."

"And one more thing! In the Qin clan, my word is the law. If I marry you, nobody dares to object."

Hu Jiuli, who was leaving, stopped in her tracks, her body trembling slightly. She turned her head, tears swirling in her beautiful eyes, and said, "Can't you just let me go?"

"No! I'm set on you, and I'll take you with me even if I have to tie you up."

Hu Jiuli gave Qin Tian a dumbfounded look, said nothing more, and turned around to go back inside the wooden house. Qin Tian watched her retreating figure, a bitter smile appearing on his face. This mature fox was much harder to win over than the little fox.

Wu Bingchan had come to him willingly, a gain without the effort, but Hu Jiuli, after all, was a millennium-old spirit beast and not so easy to deceive. However, Qin Tian didn't mind this; it is one's nature to be very patient with things they like.

And Hu Jiuli was just Qin Tian's type. Perhaps influenced by his mother, Gong Xiaoyue, from a young age, he preferred older women, like mature or elegant types. It's not that he didn't like younger women, but he preferred mature ones.

Then he looked at the swing, where a faint trace of moisture was visible on the seat. Qin Tian smiled to himself; it seemed the mature fox was not entirely truthful. She said no with her words, but her actions showed otherwise.

Returning to his room, he gently held Wu Bingchan bare, warm body in his arms, soft and cushion-like. Inhaling the faint fragrance that came to his nose, Qin Tian fell into a peaceful sleep. Before sleeping, he held Wu Bingchan's breasts in his hands, enjoying the astonishing feel.

'Touching her doesn't feel as comfortable as her mother, truly, without comparison, there's no sense of loss…' He shamelessly thought.

Upon waking up the next morning, Qin Tian realized that Wu Bingchan was no longer in bed. Stepping outside, he found her sitting at the wooden table in the courtyard, while Jiuli carefully placed a plate of spiritual fruits on the table.

Noticing Qin Tian, Jiuli's expression turned slightly awkward. Reminiscing about the intricacies of the previous night, her cheeks flushed with a bashful red. She took a seat opposite her daughter, her gaze darting around, avoiding meeting Qin Tian's eyes.

"Young master, come have breakfast. Mom has specially prepared some spiritual fruits. They are very sweet and delicious," Wu Bingchan said, her voice cheerful and bright as she enjoyed the fruits.

Qin Tian approached and sat beside Wu Bingchan, playfully pinching her cheek. "Still calling me Young master?" he teased.

"Hub... husband," Wu Bingchan glanced at her mother, a hint of shyness in her demeanor in front of her.

Qin Tian nodded in approval and picked up a spiritual fruit, tasting it. It was a mix of sour and sweet flavors, but to him, it was quite ordinary. After all, Qin Tian had been accustomed to delicacies of immense value since childhood. Even the slightest leftovers from his meals were coveted by many, making him quite particular about his food.

"Bingchan, I need to step out for a while. Please stay here and keep your mother company. I won't be long," Qin Tian said, gently patting Wu Bingchan's head with a smile.

"Are you going alone, husband?" Wu Bingchan put down the spiritual fruit, her eyes wide and pleading as she gazed at Qin Tian, her expression filled with a pitiful longing.

"I'm off to take care of some important matters, not to play around. Besides, Jiuli has just come back to life yesterday. It's good for you to stay and take care of her, right, Jiuli?" He said, his eyes warmly fixed on Jiuli sitting across from him. However, at his words, Jiuli's body trembled slightly, her breathing grew heavier, and her cheeks turned a deep shade of red.

"Mhm..." she managed to respond, though her voice was strangely strained.

Under the table, Qin Tian's toes reached out, entwining with her delicate ones, his foot gently caressing her smooth and fine leg, slowly moving upwards towards her thigh.

"Mother, what's wrong?" Wu Bingchan, noticing her mother's sudden discomfort, asked with concern.

"It's nothing... I'm fine, just need to rest for a bit," she forced a smile, her voice trembling slightly, clearly trying to suppress her feelings.

"Hmm..." But before she could finish speaking, a suppressed groan escaped her lips, and she leaned heavily on the table, her body trembling slightly.

'The audacity of this man! With Bingchan right here, how dare he...' Jiuli internally screamed, her gaze almost fiery with indignation.

Qin Tian looked at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, and whispered in her ear, "Jiuli seems to be enjoying herself so much that she can't even close her legs."

Hu Jiuli's face turned even redder at Qin Tian's words. Indeed, since a while ago, she hadn't closed her legs, allowing Qin Tian's foot to rub against her pussy through her underwear.

Seeing her mother in such discomfort, Bingchan walked over with a worried expression. Noticing her daughter approaching, Jiuli desperately tried to signal Qin Tian with her eyes. Seeing that Qin Tian was still smiling and saying nothing, she clamped his foot between her legs to prevent him from moving, and then glared at him.

"Mother, I'll stay at home with you. I won't go anywhere. I'll take care of you at home. Here's a pill my husband gave you, please take one quickly."

Saying this, she took out the pill that Qin Tian had given them the day before and carefully fed it to her mother.

Seeing her daughter being so considerate, she felt even worse inside. Her daughter was there, caring for her, but her husband was using his foot to rub her pussy. A sense of guilt arose in her heart.

She glared fiercely at Qin Tian, then kicked out with her foot. The table jumped, and Qin Tian also groaned, leaning over the table. That kick was really fierce.

Seeing Qin Tian in trouble, a flash of triumph crossed Jiuli's eyes. This guy had bullied her so many times, and this time she had finally turned the tables.

Bingchan frowned, looking back and forth between her mother and Qin Tian. She always felt that there was something they were hiding from her.

Bingchan narrowed her eyes and suddenly lifted the tablecloth to look underneath!

Eh, nothing much. Both of their feet were properly placed, nothing strange. Hm?

Wait a minute...

"Mother, there's water under the table~"

"Ahem!" Jiuli, who was calmly eating spiritual fruit, almost choked at her daughter's remark. She tried to remain composed and said indifferently, "It might be the spiritual fruit that fell on the floor and got stepped on. Don't play around while eating." At the end, she also chided, fully utilizing her authority as a mother.

"Oh~" Bingchan went back, but she looked suspiciously at her mother and Qin Tian, still feeling that something was off.

Qin Tian was also startled, but both he and Jiuli were highly skilled, so they reacted quickly. He secretly gave Jiuli a thumbs-up.

"Bingchan, breakfast is almost over, I'll be leaving now. I'll be back soon. Take care of Jiuli at home," Qin Tian stood up, patted her head, and smiled.

"Mm, then husband, make sure to come back early." She didn't care that her mother was there; she walked up to Qin Tian, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

Qin Tian also embraced her, and the two shared a long, passionate kiss. Qin Tian's hand reached into her clothes, grabbed her breast, and began to knead it while they kissed. As the saying goes, kissing without touching is only half as fun.

Hu Jiuli propped her head up, watching the two kiss passionately. She pursed her lips, remembering the events of the previous night—the domineering man's breath and the warm embrace—she swallowed, seemingly a bit nostalgic.

Qin Tian's gaze drifted towards Jiuli, giving her a meaningful look. His other hand, behind Bingchan's back, silently wrote a few words.

Seeing the words Qin Tian wrote, her face instantly turned red, and she quickly turned away. Qin Tian, this dastardly thing had written, "It doesn't feel as good as touching you."

'You jerk, you scoundrel, I hate you. You already have my daughter, why cling to me? Could my charm really be that great?' Jiuli looked at her own chest, and somehow, a sense of pride welled up inside her. She shook her head, feeling both embarrassed and delighted at the same time.

In any case, her feelings were very complicated.

After a long while, the two finally broke their kiss. Wu Bingchan's cheeks were flushed. She glanced at her mother and, noticing that her mother had turned her head away and wasn't looking at them, she sighed in relief.

After bidding farewell to Wu Bingchan and her mother, he vanished before their eyes in a flash, appearing outside the wooden house's formation. Qin Tian looked at his soaking wet toes and couldn't help but marvel at the sheer volume of the water–truly befitting of something that had lasted a millennium.

At that moment, Ying Ji emerged from a shadow, knelt on one knee before Qin Tian, and reported, "Young master, I have located Lin Fan."

Qin Tian paid no attention to Ying Ji and continued walking forward, saying, "Tell me about the events of this period."

"Understood!" Ying Ji complied, following closely behind Qin Tian and continued, "After castrating himself in a cave, Lin Fan was visited by a middle-aged man who claimed to be his father. This man possesses great strength, his cultivation at the early stages of the Soul Transformation Realm. However, from my observations, his vitality is robust, and his combat power might well reach the mid-stages of the Soul Transformation Realm. He calls himself Lin Ritian."

Qin Tian couldn't help but snicker.

"He took Lin Fan to a waterfall, right at the eastern edge of the Spirit Beast Forest. There, he healed Lin Fan's wounds. Though, it seems Lin Fan's certain something is gone for good. He also taught him a sword technique, which, to my eyes, resembles the techniques of the Great Thousand Dao Domain, likely a legacy from the higher realms. It doesn't seem particularly profound, but it's indeed quite powerful in this lower realm."

Qin Tian nodded. After all, Lin Fan is the protagonist, a transmigrator. Although Qin Tian had played with his fate, leaving not much behind, there was still some left. It wouldn't be so easy for him to perish. This was, after all, a common trope in novels: the protagonist turns a disaster into a blessing, gaining even greater opportunities and soaring to new heights.

But unfortunately for Lin Fan, he met Qin Tian. No matter how high Lin Fan might soar, he couldn't escape from the palm of Qin Tian's hand. They were entities living in two different dimensions altogether. 

"Is he still there?" asked Qin Tian.

"No, Lin Fan left a few days ago for the Canglan Imperial Capital, adjacent to the Spirit Beast Forest. His father is still in the Spirit Beast Forest, apparently guarding something behind that waterfall," Ying Ji shared her suspicions.

"Hmm, well done. From now on, you can call me Master, and you will only obey my orders, understood?" Qin Tian turned and looked at Ying Ji.

"Yes, Master," Ying Ji responded respectfully.

"Let's head to the Canglan Imperial Capital. It's been a long time, and I quite miss this clown, haha," Qin Tian laughed heartily and disappeared from the spot.