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As for Yang Haoxuan, having stepped into the Martial Master realm, his body was now more controlled by his mind. He forced himself to sit in place and meditate, but things didn't go as planned. Suddenly, a fragrant scent wafted over, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Ya with her clothes disheveled, her bare neck and smooth chest fully exposed to his gaze. Especially her fairy-like face, which now looked more like that of an unrestrained enchantress.

Yan Ya threw all caution to the wind and sat on Yang Haoxuan's crossed legs as he meditated, her hands wandering aimlessly across his body. The intoxicating fragrance from her body, her fiery figure, and her full, rounded hips pressing against his thighs created a sensation that was undeniably pleasurable.

At the same time, Yang Haoxuan found himself thinking hazily of Tang Sanzang being seduced by spider spirits or fox demons, and he began to admire the old monk's determination. But he wasn't the old monk, and with the drug still coursing through his system, this kind of provocation made him nearly lose his reason. After hesitating for a moment, his hands suddenly grasped Yan Ya's full breasts, kneading and caressing them.

Yan Ya finally lost herself completely, pressing her lips against Yang Haoxuan's mouth, her tongue slipping inside.

This was like breaking through the restraints of desire. Yang Haoxuan also threw all caution to the wind, intertwining his tongue with hers. He pressed her down beneath him, his right hand exploring lower. Releasing those extremely tempting beautiful legs, amid Yan Ya's confused yet frenzied movements, he vented freely, experiencing bliss like that of an immortal.

...

The next day, Yang Haoxuan slowly awakened to find his mind foggy, but the internal energy throughout his body felt much more comfortable, having established a stable foundation. This left him stunned, and then he recalled yesterday's events, wondering if that act had also helped his cultivation? Suddenly, he remembered Yan Ya.

He hurriedly looked around and found himself still lying at the cliff's edge, but Yan Ya was nowhere to be seen. Apart from a lingering lewd smell on the ground, there was nothing else.

Could it be?! Yang Haoxuan suddenly wondered if Yan Ya had left him here to die while she escaped first. With this thought, he rushed madly to the cliff's edge, relieved to find the rope still hanging below. Suddenly, there was a slight sound behind him, followed by a cold voice.

"Did you really think I would leave you here?" Yan Ya had appeared behind him at some point, holding a long sword in her hand, her face expressionless, showing no sign of joy or anger.

Yang Haoxuan didn't immediately turn around upon hearing this, thinking for a moment before preparing to explain. Suddenly, he saw a long sword pointed at him, startling him. He quickly said, "Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive!"

Yan Ya remained unmoved and said nothing. However, those eyes gradually changed from sharp to misty, with tears falling like raindrops.

This situation left Yang Haoxuan somewhat at a loss. Recalling yesterday's events, while they had certainly been pleasurable, he now felt nothing special about them and still had to deal with the aftermath. He also noticed that Yan Ya's white clothes were stained with water marks and the fabric was torn, suggesting she had disappeared earlier in the morning to clean up the traces on her body.

At this moment, looking at the beauty weeping like pear blossoms in the rain, Yang Haoxuan naturally wanted to comfort her. However, he didn't think he completely understood Yan Ya's personality. If she truly was as strong and proud as she appeared on the surface, then perhaps suggesting they forget everything would be something she'd gladly agree to.

But what if she wasn't like that? Then such words would be extremely hurtful. Yang Haoxuan was torn, and finally said awkwardly, "Princess! Actually, yesterday's events weren't intentional. If Your Highness has any commands, please speak freely!"

"What if I want you to die?" Yan Ya's lips turned pale, and she gritted her teeth, the long sword in her hand trembling several times. Yet she knew the gap in their strength was too great and didn't strike.

"Uh...!" Yang Haoxuan felt troubled: "I'm afraid I can't comply with that! I still have many wishes and missions to fulfill. Besides, Your Highness probably doesn't really want me dead, right?"

"Hmm?!" Yan Ya pondered for a moment upon hearing this, but suddenly became furious at the last sentence: "What are you saying! You ruined my face and took my purity! I wish I could cut you into a thousand pieces and kill you for satisfaction!"

"But you didn't do that, did you?" Yang Haoxuan shrugged and said, "You clearly woke up before me! You also know the difference in our strength, yet you didn't strike. Once I woke up, you had no chance at all!"

Clang!

With a clear sound, Yan Ya's sword fell to the ground. Unable to accept the truth, she crouched down and wept bitterly.

Only then did Yang Haoxuan realize that Yan Ya was indeed the latter type he had imagined. He picked up the sword from the ground, walked over to her side, and said, "Princess! I am truly sorry. Your purity was indeed ruined by my hand. If you truly want me dead, then take my life now!"

Hopefully all those melodramatic movies I've watched will have some effect!! Yang Haoxuan stood up, closed his eyes, and assumed a martyred pose, though his mind was calculating.

Yan Ya immediately stopped crying and looked at Yang Haoxuan with the sword in disbelief, thinking he was testing her. Then she thrust the sword toward his neck.

This time, she was truly determined to strike, believing Yang Haoxuan would surely dodge. However, he didn't. The sword pierced his throat by only a centimeter before Yan Ya pulled it back.

"Fine! I truly can't bring myself to do it! This matter ends here! You must never mention it again!" Yan Ya said, sheathing her sword.

Yang Haoxuan sighed quietly and checked his neck—just a superficial wound, nothing serious. Looking at Yan Ya walking ahead, he silently followed behind her. Indeed, he hadn't considered using this opportunity to sweet-talk her and win her over as his wife.

But doing so would severely impact his cultivation. Generally, martial artists would never marry before their cultivation reached a high level, because then they would have to worry about various worldly concerns, causing their cultivation to progress slowly. Take secluded cultivation, for instance—he couldn't possibly achieve worry-free isolation.

Some monsters on the Tianhe Continent often spent thousands or tens of thousands of years in seclusion, achieving astounding cultivation levels. They all shared one characteristic: no relatives.

Although Yang Haoxuan couldn't be so heartless, he couldn't abandon himself just when his cultivation was beginning to show results.

Therefore, every time Yang Haoxuan encountered enemies, he would plant a seed of revenge in his heart, which had a very positive effect on his cultivation.

Moreover, he didn't know much about Yan Ya. She was aloof like a fairy, mature and noble. Perhaps beneath such an exterior lay a true self, but for now, her heart remained closed.

As for Yan Ya, Yang Haoxuan's actions had finally dissipated the anger in her heart, making her realize the incident couldn't be entirely blamed on him. But she still harbored resentment toward him, though her personality prevented her from showing it. What she displayed was her calm way of handling matters.

The short distance of several dozen meters took them at least ten minutes to traverse before they reached the cliff's edge. Suddenly, Yang Haoxuan and Yan Ya looked at each other with remarkable synchronization.

Both froze, and Yang Haoxuan, who reacted first, smiled at her.

Yan Ya, however, turned away in panic, her face flushed with red.

Then Yang Haoxuan took the lead and jumped down. As before, when he fell into that cloud-like substance, it felt like sinking into mud. Then a brand new world of Tianhe appeared—a cloudless sky and fresh air. Being inside for three months felt like a lifetime.

"Halt!" Yang Haoxuan had just appeared when he found himself surrounded by a group of soldiers below, their sharp blades pointing skyward at him. They shouted and were about to attack.

"Stop! Stop!" The soldier from before rushed over and managed to make the soldiers retreat just before Yang Haoxuan landed: "He's the lord who protected the princess this time. Show respect!"

Clearly, this soldier held a higher rank.

"Yes!" These soldiers immediately responded with full vigor, then looked at Yang Haoxuan with curiosity and admiration. When the exit was opened yesterday, the appearance of just one adventurer had made them suspicious. But after hearing the royal soldier's explanation, they immediately became awed by what had happened in the Terrifying Valley.

A Five-Flower Snake King! It might be manageable to face one alone, but entering its territory meant certain death for anyone below the Martial Master level. Yet Yang Haoxuan, alone with cultivation of merely a Martial Master, had actually slain the Five-Flower Snake King. He protected the princess and single-handedly defeated five peak Martial Artist level members of the Heaven and Earth Society, earning their respect as a true expert.

"What about that rat?" Yang Haoxuan immediately asked.

"He was caught on the spot yesterday, but he knows earth-tunneling techniques and escaped during the night!" the royal soldier said somewhat embarrassedly. "But don't worry, sir. The Heaven and Earth Society is in the wrong this time—they won't cause trouble!"

At the same time, Yan Ya suddenly appeared in the sky above. Although her white robes weren't perfect, her entire form descending gracefully was still beautiful, though she would blush whenever she looked at Yang Haoxuan.

"Princess! My name is Yang Haoxuan—remember it!" Yang Haoxuan said in a low voice as she landed, then immediately flew away.

"Yang Haoxuan?!" Yan Ya murmured the name in a daze, then blushed and her heart raced. She spat softly—who wants to know your name anyway?!

The departing Yang Haoxuan didn't give the soldiers a chance to thank him, which was actually because he didn't want too much trouble. He had never met the emperor, but having watched TV, he knew all that ceremonial protocol would just give him a headache.

Quietly returning to the Yang family estate, he thought about how his cultivation had now reached the Martial Master level, and a cold smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Lying on the soft bed, Yang Haoxuan rolled around vigorously, immediately feeling comfortable all over. The three months of trials in the Terrifying Valley had been sleepless torture. After resting sufficiently, he began checking his game status, having noticed something earlier in the valley.

His current game level was 23, and after breaking through level 20, the skill points he received had actually become four. This meant he no longer needed to worry about skill points, but rather about skill level restrictions. Given this situation, Yang Haoxuan allocated all his original skills to level four, since level four was the minimum requirement for later skills.

He also learned the twentieth-level skills for warrior, mage, and healer classes respectively. The skills at this level had greater effects but also stricter level requirements—he could only add one point for now.

His specific attributes were as follows:

Character: Yang Haoxuan Level: 23 New World Level Classification: Martial Master - First Layer Profession: All-Class Health Points: 12,141/12,141 Mana Points: 3,412/3,412 Strength: 2,241 Intelligence: 3,416 Spirit: 1,214 Agility: 1,934

Professional Skills: Flame Bullet +4 (Mage), Swift Strike +4 (Warrior), Earth Flame +4 (Mage), Thunder Slash +4 (Warrior), Heavenly Flame's Wrath +4 (Mage), Eagle Eye +4 (Healer), Healing Dance +4 (Healer), Punishment Thunder +4 (Mage), Mad God's Fury Blade +1 (Warrior), Overlord's Slash +1 (Warrior), Life's Blessing +1 (Healer), Heart-Seizing Strike +1 (Healer)

Life Skills: Pill Crafting +1, Cosmetic Surgery & Beauty Treatment +1

The skills of the three professions were actually quite similar in effect. In the game, they represented each profession's way of survival. Now that he was learning them all together, their effects were amplified, but he felt it was too cumbersome. Yang Haoxuan was thinking about how to merge these skills into one.

In Fantasy World, there was indeed a method to integrate skills—using a Spirit Pearl. In the game, it combined various skills to save players trouble. However, Yang Haoxuan wasn't sure if Spirit Pearls existed in this world, so he didn't dwell on it and instead pondered his newly learned skills.

Mad God's Fury Blade: The fierce strike of the Raging Mad God, attacking like lightning, with power great enough to cause 104 points of massive damage.

Overlord's Slash: A 89.3% burst attack that delivers a fatal blow to enemies.

Life's Blessing: Grants the player a blessing effect, increasing maximum health by 4,950 for 60 minutes.

Heart-Seizing Strike: Causes the target to become fearful and lose attack capability for up to 14 seconds. The target's level cannot exceed the user's level.

With these skills, Yang Haoxuan was confident he could defeat a Martial Master three layers above him. As for Yang Jian, he had become a piece of cake. At the same time, his thoughts turned to the higher realms of martial arts. As his strength increased, his vision broadened, and he began fantasizing about dominating the Tianhe Continent.

However, there were still six more layers in the martial path, and there were too many people in this world who could crush him. This forced Yang Haoxuan to cultivate diligently. Since he still had a few unused skill points, he opened the life skills section.

Suddenly, Yang Haoxuan remembered Yang Jian's spiritual weapon, so he chose two skills: Weapon Forging and Weapon Refining. His war blade had long been in tatters, so he planned to forge a new weapon.

The required materials were precious metals like black iron, and Yang Haoxuan was somewhat worried whether the Yang family would have them.

"Young Master!" Suddenly, Xiao Qing stood at the door, looking at Yang Haoxuan on the bed as if she'd seen a ghost. Upon noticing his tattered robes, she frowned and came over saying, "What have you been doing? Every time you come back, you're so disheveled! Go take a bath quickly!"

"Another bath! You want me to bathe so badly—are you trying to peek at me?" Yang Haoxuan, having not seen Xiao Qing for three months, couldn't help but tease her, then asked, "What's the situation with the family lately?"

Xiao Qing didn't have time to get angry before Yang Haoxuan's question made her somewhat embarrassed, wearing an expression of not knowing how to respond. Finally, she said, "Young Master! I don't understand much, but I heard from people outside that..."

As Xiao Qing explained, Yang Haoxuan was greatly shocked. It turned out that during the three months he was away, the Yang family had undergone earth-shattering changes. That Yang Jian, using unknown methods, had managed to make the elders who originally supported Yang Batian switch sides one after another.

More importantly, Yang Jian had recently entered the imperial palace and, as a disciple of the martial world, personally conversed with the emperor. It was said he secretly taught the Great Yan Emperor some longevity methods from the martial world, greatly pleasing the emperor, who intended to make Yang Jian his son-in-law.

After all, if a dynasty possessed a favored disciple from one of the ten great sects of the martial world, the entire nation would benefit. For instance, during droughts, capable people from the martial world could summon wind and rain to help.

With the dynasty's support, many people in the Yang family were gradually bought over. There were rumors that on the day of the coming-of-age trial, Yang Haoxuan's Fourth Uncle Yang would force Yang Batian to step down. Although this didn't conform to family rules, the Yang family had another rule: when the entire family's interests faced a drastically different change, profit took precedence.

After hearing all this, Yang Haoxuan snorted coldly with laughter: "This Yang Jian really spared no expense, not hesitating to arrange his own marriage. The bribes to the Yang family members probably weren't just endless pills, but rare treasures from the martial world to buy off the elders!"

"Oh right! Young Master, the Tenth Princess came to visit the estate today. By my calculation, she should be arriving soon!" Xiao Qing suddenly said.

Yang Haoxuan was momentarily stunned, then dismissive. Having just been intimate with the Ninth Princess, now another Tenth Princess was coming—what chaos! Right now, he needed to worry about how to reverse the Yang family's current situation.

"That brat Yang Jian absolutely couldn't use martial world techniques to buy off the elders. It must be rare treasures, like spiritual weapons and such, to bribe the elders. Once the elders are bought, the supporters below are easy to handle!" Yang Haoxuan confirmed this in his mind again, smiling contemptuously. He had just learned Weapon Forging and Weapon Refining, which would allow him to craft weapons. He didn't know what grade they'd be, but they should certainly be decent.

Time was of the essence! Yang Haoxuan got up and headed toward the great hall, planning to ask Yang Batian for some black iron. As for the outcome of the coming-of-age trial, it was already a foregone conclusion.

...

Outside the Yang family's great hall, rows of servants stood on both sides, leaving a five-meter-wide path clear, each with heads bowed as if welcoming someone important. At the end of the hall, Yang Batian stood with a group of elders.

Yang Batian's expression was grim. He knew that Yang Jian's request for the Tenth Princess to visit the estate was definitely a show of force against him. However, when nobles and high officials came to the Yang family, they had to prepare well, let alone a princess.

Clatter clatter clatter!

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from outside the estate, quite impressive, clearly a cavalry unit and a carriage. Sure enough, a carriage adorned with dragons and phoenixes slowly approached the main gate. Stepping down was a woman in an extremely luxurious long dress, no more than sixteen years old.

Long legs, a perky bottom, and a young maiden's newly developed chest had their own special charm. Without makeup, her lips were naturally red and teeth white, refined and otherworldly. She shared several points of Yan Ya's elegant and ethereal beauty—red lips revealing white teeth, emerald eyebrows like moth antennae, wearing a red apricot-colored shirt, her twin temples the color of young ravens.

Beside her, a fine horse appeared, and the rider was none other than Yang Jian. His white robes had been exchanged for the brocade clothing of a wealthy family, and his bound hair was adorned with a sword-shaped jade hairpin, making him appear handsome and elegant with extraordinary bearing. He attracted the gazes of women on the street, who sent him flirtatious glances.

Yang Jian also wore a confident smile at the corner of his mouth. He dismounted and walked shoulder to shoulder with the Tenth Princess into the Yang estate, displaying both his noble status and intimacy with the princess.

What made Yang Batian furious was that Yang Jian, leading the Tenth Princess into the estate, actually walked over to introduce her to his brother Yang Baxiong, completely ignoring him as the family head. Suddenly, a bloody smell entered his nose. He looked sideways and saw Yang Haoxuan walking quickly inside, filling him with surprise and joy: "Haoxuan! You're back?! Eh! This smell, blood wolf... you rascal, you went to the Terrifying Valley!!"