Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1146 - Intimacy
Chapter 1146 – Intimacy
Liu Wuxie focused on comprehending the Frost Mythical Art as he consolidated his cultivation. The Heavenly Dao Book unfolded beside him, helping him refine its mysteries.
He spent ten days immersed in cultivation, which passed in the blink of an eye.
When he opened his eyes, a terrifying chill radiated from his body.
He looked around and realized the world had changed. The glacier had vanished, and a vast ocean stretched endlessly into the horizon, where sky and sea merged into one.
A golden ray pierced the edge of the world—the rising sun.
Then, to his shock, a massive moon ascended from the water’s surface.
Liu Wuxie staggered in disbelief.
“The sun and moon ascend!” he muttered, disbelief etched across his face.
All four prophesied phenomena appeared. The disappearing glacier created an illusion where sea and sky merged, making the moon seem to rise when it should have set.
Though it was an illusion, the Barefooted Elder’s prophecy had come true.
The path to the Astral Domain had opened.
Liu Wuxie vanished and reappeared along the shoreline, where the members of the Half-Moon Nunnery and Renowned Sword Manor waited.
“I’m leaving. Take care of yourselves,” Liu Wuxie said.
He wasted no time. No one knew when another chance to enter the Astral Domain might arise. This was a once-in-a-ten-million-year opportunity.
Han Feizi had less than two years to live. Liu Wuxie couldn’t afford to delay. He vanished before anyone could respond.
“From this day forth, Yang Ni shall serve as the Northern City’s city lord. Anyone who defies her, I will execute without mercy,” Liu Wuxie’s voice boomed across the city, shaking every corner.
Every cultivator heard his declaration. When they looked up, they saw a figure streak across the sky, disappearing beyond the horizon.
“Congratulations, Ancestor, on becoming the city lord!” the disciples of the Half-Moon Nunnery cheered.
After losing their sect, they settled in the City Lord Mansion.
“Congratulations, Master Yang,” said Miao Feiyu, leading the Renowned Sword Manor in showing their respect.
If the nunnery hadn’t helped, the First Sword Manor would have destroyed them. They would never forget this debt.
“Manor Lord Miao, you’re being too polite. Let’s manage the Northern City together,” Yang Ni replied, her voice calm but sincere.
She knew that whatever she had today was given to her by Liu Wuxie.
After settling the Northern City, Liu Wuxie returned to Astral Glory City in just half a day.
He gathered everyone, including the Liu Clan members.
“The phenomena have appeared. I must enter the Astral Domain. I’ll leave the Heavenly Dao Society in your hands,” Liu Wuxie said directly.
He made his decision final.
Everyone in the room fell silent. They had all heard of the phenomenon. Now, when he announced his departure, a heavy gloom fell over them.
“Wuxie, your path lies beyond the True Martial Continent. We won’t stop you. The road ahead will be perilous, but you have our support. Don’t worry about the Heavenly Dao Society,” Mu Tianli said, stepping forward.
He had always known that greater things awaited Liu Wuxie.
The others nodded. All of them dreamed of seeing the Astral Domain one day.
Only after leaving the Southern Province had they realized how vast the world truly was. The Astral Domain had become a distant aspiration.
With preparations complete, Liu Wuxie returned to the Liu Clan to say farewell.
When everyone learned he was leaving to save Han Feizi, no one tried to stop him, not even his mother. Loyalty and righteousness demanded it.
Han Feizi had once sacrificed himself for Liu Wuxie. How could they keep him from returning that kindness?
Now that Liu Xiucheng and Liu Dashan had reached the Heaven Profound Realm, the Liu Clan had risen to stand as a superpower in the Central Plains.
That night, the family gathered. The mood was heavy. No one could predict whether Liu Wuxie’s journey would bring blessing or misfortune. Perhaps he would never return.
“Mother, did you want to speak with me?” Liu Wuxie asked when Yan Yu pulled him aside.
“I won’t stop you from leaving, but you must promise me one thing,” Yan Yu said after making sure they were alone.
“Mother, please speak,” Liu Wuxie replied.
“Before you go, you must leave behind a child for the Liu Clan.”
She wasn’t a rigid woman, but she couldn’t ignore the aching in her heart. She knew her son would face danger throughout his journey.
“This…” Liu Wuxie scratched his head.
Though he shared bonds with several women, only Xu Lingxue was his official wife.
“Is it that hard? Your mother-in-law already told me you married Xue’er years ago. If you want to leave, you must fulfill this request. Otherwise, I won’t let you go,” Yan Yu insisted.
Her expression left no room for argument.
“Alright. But what if Xue’er disagrees?” Liu Wuxie asked awkwardly.
Their relationship had warmed again, but intimacy remained a delicate matter.
“You silly boy. I’ve already spoken with her. Do I have to do everything myself?” Yan Yu scolded, glaring at him.
Liu Wuxie sighed. He hadn’t expected his mother to arrange everything without his knowledge.
“Fine,” he said helplessly.
“That way!” Yan Yu pulled him toward the living quarters.
With no other choice, Liu Wuxie followed obediently.
He paused as he passed Xu Lingxue’s courtyard. Silence surrounded him. Murong Yi and the others had darkened and vacated nearby courtyards to give them privacy.
He realized Yan Yu had prepared everything.
Approaching the courtyard, he knocked gently.
“Come in,” Xu Lingxue’s voice answered from within.
None of the four women had joined the earlier gathering, which Liu Wuxie found odd.
As he stepped inside, he saw that someone had redecorated the room. It wasn’t a bridal chamber, but it came close.
Someone had placed new furniture and embroidered bedding with mandarin ducks.
Xu Lingxue sat on the bed with her head lowered, wearing a thin red gown that outlined her graceful figure.
Liu Wuxie swallowed. He was a young man full of vigor. How could he not react to such beauty?
He approached. Xu Lingxue blushed, shifting to the side to make space for him.
Liu Wuxie sat beside her, feeling awkward.
Although Liu Wuxie had once shared intimacy with Murong Yi to cure her of poisoning, this was his first real night with Xu Lingxue as her husband.
“Dear, let’s rest,” Xu Lingxue whispered, her voice soft and gentle.
Her face was radiant. She had clearly made the preparations herself.
She lightly brushed her hand across her robe and slipped it off, revealing her snow-white shoulders.
Liu Wuxie waved his hand, snuffing the lamp.
He summoned a spiritual array compass, which blocked divine sense from reaching the room.
Dozens of meters away, Yan Yu and Liu Dashan leaned behind a wall and peeked out.
“They did it!” Yan Yu whispered, finally at ease.
“Let’s go. Don’t disturb them,” Liu Dashan murmured, pulling her back to the main hall.
Inside, Liu Xiucheng waited alongside the Liu Clan elders.
“How is it?” Liu Xiucheng and Liu Dazhi asked.
“It’s done!” Liu Dashan grinned, downing a cup of wine.
Liu Xiucheng beamed. “Great! Great! Great!”
……
Inside the chamber, Liu Wuxie slid under the covers.
Xu Lingxue nestled herself into his embrace, her form flawless like a celestial maiden.
“I’m a little scared,” she trembled like a frightened rabbit and whispered.
“Don’t worry,” Liu Wuxie said gently, stroking her cheek. Her vulnerability made him hesitate.
“I heard from Big Sister Murong that the first time hurts,” she lifted her head and whispered.
Even in darkness, the moonlight revealed his expression to her.
“Uh…” Liu Wuxie’s face darkened.
So Xu Lingxue knew about him and Murong Yi.
Clearing his throat, he struggled to find a reply. The four ladies had shared more than he realized.
“Can you be gentle?” Xu Lingxue asked nervously.
“Yeah,” Liu Wuxie replied, leaning in to kiss her.
They kissed deeply, their bodies entwining. Xu Lingxue resisted at first, but warmth quickly spread through her, and she responded.
They soon forgot the world around them, immersed in their union.
A soft cry escaped Xu Lingxue, but she bit her lips to endure the pain.
