Chapter 103: Ding Guang's Joy

Chapter 103: Radiant Joy

Yet Wu Hong and the others still found it unimaginable that such a village could exist; it seemed utterly incredible.

“Young master, it seems this is the only way! In two years, you must participate in the village’s trial. If you pass smoothly, you will gain the village’s recognition and be reissued the Dragon King Jade Pendant, receiving the village’s baptism,” Li Yunda said helplessly after much thought, having no better solution.

It turned out Li Yunda had such ties with King Wu Wei; no wonder upon entering he paid such great respect to Lady Li. From King Wu Wei’s perspective, Wu Hong should even address Li Yunda as cousin.

Lady Li was very pleased and ordered a banquet to welcome Li Yunda. Wu Hong had no choice but to accompany them.

At the feast, the group laughed and chatted, enjoying a rare moment of ease.

Yet Wu Hong’s mind was heavy; not for any other reason than the situation seemed increasingly complicated. Both King Wu Wei and Lady Zhou, Wu Hong’s mother, possessed extraordinary qualities. Could there be some other hidden cause behind it all?

During the banquet, Wu Songran also drank, his face flushed with a charming blush.

Lately, Wu Hong found his resistance to women weakening; he could not bear to see a woman’s shy expression without feeling restless. So he excused himself early and left.

Returning to his old room, Wu Hong found everything exactly as before. The table was free of dust, clearly cleaned often.

This room held countless memories for him. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, an unusual wave of drowsiness washed over him.

Wu Hong fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. For years his nerves had been taut, day and night cultivation almost making him forget the feeling of rest.

Hundreds of miles from King Wu Wei’s mansion, at the Great Western Lake, there was now only ruin. The once crystal-clear lake was completely dry; all the surrounding trees were broken as if it had been a battlefield of carnage.

Suddenly, a sleek black light shot up from the distant mountains, swiftly flying toward King Wu Wei’s mansion, trailing a stream of radiant light across the sky.

Such a sight at night was common enough; those who saw it would simply think it a shooting star.

“Look, Brother Zhang, it’s a shooting star! Make a wish quickly!” A couple in a park within Bianjing city watched; the woman closed her eyes earnestly and made a heartfelt wish.

The man called Brother Zhang smiled and closed his eyes as well, joining her in the wish.

Wishing upon shooting stars was often effective, but ordinary stars raced by too quickly—by the time eyes opened, the star had vanished.

But this black-glossy shooting star was different; it left a long, colorful tail in the sky, heading straight for the Wu family mansion in Bianjing.

The star did not pause; it pierced through the window of Wu Hong’s room and entered inside. Wu Hong was asleep, his body emitting a faint golden glow.

What people thought was a shooting star hovered in mid-air in Wu Hong’s room, as if alive. Upon closer look, it was actually a ring.

Had Wu Hong been awake, he would have recognized it immediately—it was his own Universe Ring, the one he used to subdue the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.

The ring hovered for a few seconds before suddenly shattering into countless specks of light, which then reassembled on Wu Hong’s middle finger.

Slowly, it took shape, shimmering briefly before returning to its original form—the Universe Ring.

Wu Hong, however, was completely unaware.

At dawn the next day, the sky faintly brightened, a radiant beam like a golden ribbon of sunlight illuminating everything in Wu Hong’s room.

Wu Songran quietly pushed open Wu Hong’s door without knocking and stepped inside.

Seeing Wu Hong still sound asleep, Wu Songran stared blankly, unsure why she was so fond of him.

She felt possessed, watching his even breathing and skin glowing with sunlight—even in sleep, he seemed sacred.

She sat beside Wu Hong’s bed, initially intending to wake him, but was soon lost in thought.

In his dream, Wu Hong saw his mother and King Wu Wei, a happy family reunited. He turned over comfortably when suddenly a large hand grabbed his jade-like hand with force.

The scene shifted to a vague figure of a woman standing before him, her face indistinct.

Wu Hong thought to himself, “This must be a dream. With my strength, how could I not see her face clearly?”

Wu Songran almost gasped but covered her cherry-like lips with her hand. Seeing Wu Hong sleep so peacefully, though she was deeply embarrassed, she could not bear to wake him.

The two remained frozen in that moment: Wu Songran’s face flushed crimson, yet she dared not move.

At that moment, the "Great Sun Buddha True Scripture" in Wu Hong’s mind suddenly flipped a page without wind, revealing the words "Radiant Joy" in faint golden light, illuminating both Wu Songran and Wu Hong.

Wu Songran felt a mysterious energy permeate her body, making her gaze at Wu Hong with rapt fascination.

In his dream, Wu Hong’s nose twitched slightly, catching a faint scent of feminine fragrance, his body responding involuntarily.

With eyes closed, his other hand naturally wrapped around Wu Songran’s waist. She stiffened as if struck by electricity, allowing Wu Hong to hold her.

In sleep, Wu Hong embraced a woman’s slender waist; though her face was unseen, her figure was supremely alluring. Her garments were translucent, full of mystery.

“It’s just a dream. We don’t know each other, but in this dream we meet, hearts open and feelings shared. You don’t resist, so what’s wrong?” Wu Hong’s sleeping mind reasoned, though it felt strange.

He felt his throat dry and realized it was merely a dream. The woman held his neck tightly.

Suddenly, it was as if he were engulfed in flames. In a few swift motions, the woman’s clothes were removed, revealing a perfect body—but her face remained hidden.

In reality, Wu Songran felt stunned that her brother of over twenty years, a man so full of masculine aura, could be so bold as to strip her clothes in moments.

The true scripture’s golden light from the "Radiant Joy" page intertwined around them, as if tangible.

Wu Songran wanted to resist but was intoxicated by a unique scent from Wu Hong, her limbs soft and powerless. She let his large hands roam between her jade-like peaks.

She sensed Wu Hong’s breath quickening, his eyes still closed, and her own body burning like blood jade, aflame all over.

In a dream, a nameless spring fantasy. In reality, a woman enraptured, two entwined souls on the bed, a passionate battle lasting over an hour.

At last, Wu Songran felt as if ascending to heaven, involuntarily moaning. Wu Hong’s body trembled violently, erupting with fiery energy into her.

His body softened; he rolled over, lying flat and soon fell into a deep sleep. The "Great Sun Buddha True Scripture" that had hovered in mid-air vanished without trace.

Wu Songran looked satisfied, her alabaster arm resting on Wu Hong’s chest.

Both soon slipped back into sleep.

Two hours later, the sun had risen to the ten o’clock position in the sky. Lady Li, Li Yunda, and Li Ruolan were waiting in the hall.

A young servant hurried up and said, “Lady Li, I don’t know what the young master is doing in his room. He might be cultivating—the door is being firmly blocked by a strong aura!”

“Ah, Hong’er! Such diligence is just like before. But back then, his dedication was hidden. Though known as useless, he cultivated in secret. I have observed him many times,” Lady Li said.

“Ran’er, that little rascal! I sent her to call her brother, but I don’t know where she went. Not even a word of greeting!” Lady Li often worried about Wu Songran’s temperament. She had been spoiled and disdainful of Wu Hong.

“Madam, no need to worry! Sister Ran must be like other servants, blocked outside by the young master’s cultivation aura. She’s probably gone out of the mansion,” Li Ruolan comforted Lady Li, though she felt a pang of regret. She had been an orphan since childhood, never knowing her parents or feeling parental love.

Seeing Lady Li spoil Wu Songran and pity Wu Hong, Li Ruolan felt envious.

The faint golden light that had entwined Wu Hong’s body had disappeared. When Wu Hong opened his eyes, he felt completely refreshed and light, sensing his cultivation had advanced.

What puzzled him was that his lower body was incredibly hard.

Stretching both hands on the bed and yawning, he said, “What a good sleep, so comfortable!”

As he stretched fully, his bones and muscles crackled. “Ah—this feels great! Sleep really is human nature. There was a time I almost forgot what it felt like to sleep.”

Feeling cheerful, he spoke to himself.

His right hand swept by his side and suddenly touched a bulge. His heart tightened; blood inexplicably surged through him.

He paused, feeling an exquisite sensation, and gently rubbed it twice.

“Hmm—stop it, brother, I’m so tired! I want to sleep more!” a feminine voice, likeI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.