Chapter 109: Tianxing Antique City

Chapter 109: Tianxing Antique City

The two of them spent another night entwined in passion, utterly unaware of fatigue! Both felt invigorated, their spirits soaring.

“Brother Hong! People always say doing this kind of thing drains your energy, but why don’t I feel that way at all?” Wu Songran said, her clothes disheveled.

Wu Hong was speechless. As a young girl, she always spoke so shamelessly—what could he say?

Yet Wu Hong knew the truth: the reason neither of them felt tired was because during their intimate moments, they were actually cultivating a rare technique, the Radiant Light Delight.

Wu Songran, however, was completely unaware and thus asked so naively.

Wu Hong couldn’t answer directly and instead joked, “Sister Ran, have you ever seen a farmer’s fence in the fields?”

Wu Songran looked puzzled. “Of course! What does that have to do with men and women...” Although she had no taboos about speaking openly, she still felt a bit shy.

“That fence, throughout the year, it breaks down several times, but no one ever thinks of replacing the land itself!”

Wu Hong smiled broadly as he watched Wu Songran fall into thought. “The matters between a man and a woman are like the fence and the land—the fence may break, but the land never wears out.”

Following Wu Hong’s analogy, Wu Songran’s face grew redder. She lightly punched him with her delicate fists. “Ah! You bad boy! So you’re just as lustful! Wild at night, but all serious by day!”

She was not one to let it go easily.

Wu Hong’s playful spirit was ignited, and the two of them clashed again, nearly erupting into another passionate skirmish.

“Come on! Let your future husband dress you?” Wu Hong spread his arms wide.

“Such vanity! When have you ever served anyone else as my lord?” Wu Songran said, but obediently took his coat from the rack and, like a little woman, helped him put it on.

“Brother Hong, will you enter the palace with me later?” Wu Songran suddenly asked.

Wu Hong frowned slightly, wanting to dissuade her, but after contemplating, he agreed. Whether as Emperor Yang Wei or the ascended Emperor Yang Guang, even the most calculating ruler would not harm Wu Songran—after all, she was Yang Wei’s sister.

Moreover, Yang Wei, just newly enthroned, wouldn’t use Wu Songran to threaten Wu Hong, as that would only tarnish his own reputation.

“All right. But Sister Ran, once inside the palace, you must obey me in everything!” Wu Hong consented.

“Hmph—so now you want to boss your wife around?” Wu Songran smiled sweetly.

After a simple meal, the two left without servants and headed straight for the imperial palace.

Strolling through the bustling streets of the capital, Wu Songran, though familiar with the city, found everything fresh and exciting, buying anything that caught her fancy.

Wu Hong could only smile helplessly. Luckily, he possessed a Cosmic Ring in which all her purchases could be stored. Without it, he dared not imagine the burden.

Wu Hong’s heavy mood about visiting the palace lightened; the two looked nothing like people going to pay homage to the emperor.

They were more like a couple deeply in love, wandering the streets.

Many commoners envied them, and numerous martial artists recognized Wu Hong and Wu Songran, leading to some gossip. But only the two of them understood their true situation and cared little.

“Oh wow, Tianxing Antiques! I didn’t expect there to be a branch here in the capital! Let’s go in and see what’s new, Brother Hong!” Wu Songran suddenly spotted a tall building with a massive golden plaque inscribed “Tianxing Antiques” and grew excited.

Wu Hong was startled as well. They were on Tianxing Continent, and Tianxing Antiques had branches in many countries—except the Great Qian Dynasty, where the shop had withdrawn decades ago due to wars.

Now the dynasty was peaceful and prosperous again, and Tianxing Antiques had returned to the capital.

Naturally, this caught both their attentions.

Hand in hand, they entered the tall building.

The main hall of Tianxing Antiques was vast, covering over ten thousand square meters. Upon entry, a tall, stunning beauty greeted them.

This woman was statuesque, her figure curvaceous and alluring, her voice gentle as a spring breeze, soothing to the ears.

“Young master, what are you looking for? We have everything here, guaranteed authentic. Need weapons? We have those too!” She was taken aback when she saw Wu Hong, thinking, “Such a unique aura! I’ve been in the capital so long and never heard of this figure.” She dared not slacken and kept casting flirtatious glances at him.

“Hmph—we came in to shop, of course! No need for your directions; we’re not blind,” Wu Songran said, noticing the sparkle in Wu Hong’s eyes when he looked at the tall beauty and feeling a touch of jealousy.

Inwardly, she thought, “My brother! Your charm isn’t something ordinary women can resist. I must stay vigilant! Don’t let some vixen cloud your heart!”

The tall woman only now noticed Wu Songran, appraising her with a glance and thinking, “Such an extraordinary young master deserves a beauty like her—quite the match. But this young lady is very guarded.”

She paid no mind to Wu Songran’s tone and politely said, “Please, make yourselves at home.”

Then she stepped aside and followed behind Wu Hong.

Inside the hall, antiques and artifacts filled the space, dazzling the eyes with their exquisite craftsmanship and flawless appearance.

The shareholders of this hall were not all from the Great Qian Dynasty; they included relics from various countries on Tianxing Continent, some even national treasures of other states, all of great worth beyond the reach of ordinary buyers.

Wu Hong also noticed that each display was protected by an unknown forcefield, making it impossible for ordinary people to damage or tamper with anything.

Furthermore, powerful energy fluctuations emanated from every corner of the hall, clearly from masters—far from ordinary. Judging by the aura, these were likely experts at the peak of postnatal cultivation.

Wu Hong was shocked. The backing of Tianxing Antiques was formidable indeed. Legend had it, the shop’s lineage spanned over a thousand years, even older than some nations.

Yet Tianxing Antiques stayed out of politics, which allowed great powers to tolerate its existence, ensuring its survival amid chaos or prosperity.

Wu Hong wandered through the antiques, unfamiliar with old artifacts, while Wu Songran, driven by curiosity, picked this up and touched that.

The tall beauty intended to caution them that the items were for viewing only, not to be handled or bought casually.

But just then, a hurried servant whispered into her ear, “Manager Zheng? These two are Young Master Wu Hong and Lord Wu Songran, children of the Martial Might King—important identities. We must not offend them.”

Manager Zheng’s expression sobered. She let Wu Songran handle the items freely and enthusiastically explained the origins and histories of each piece.

Wu Songran nodded repeatedly, as if well acquainted with every item.

Suddenly, Wu Hong sensed a subtle energy fluctuation, so faint that without his enhanced cultivation, he wouldn’t have noticed it.

Turning toward the source, he saw a finely crafted Buddha statue less than two feet tall, depicting a thousand hands and eyes, with a single vertical eye on its forehead.

Wu Hong’s remarkable memory instantly recognized that the statue’s back had exactly 998 arms, plus two at the front—a perfect thousand.

What amazed him most was that each palm bore a vertical eye, closely resembling the golden Buddha form generated by his own true qi.

“Hmm—what is this?” Wu Hong stepped forward to examine the statue and asked.