The next day, when someone woke up in Han Zhiyuan’s arms, they got up and dressed and washed without a hint of shyness or awkwardness. Han Zhiyuan even felt that this was the reaction Feng Yu should have.
Indeed, still the type to turn their back and deny everything.
Since they both got what they wanted, Han Zhiyuan was happy not to make a fuss. Avoiding trouble and both being comfortable was the best outcome, especially since he would leave eventually.
Thus, Han Zhiyuan cheerfully went out to inquire about the Holy Maiden of the Sacred Realm.
The Sacred Realm battle was to be held in two days. During this time, young talents from afar enjoyed Fairy Peak or exchanged skills with each other. Someone of the Holy Maiden’s noble status and powerful cultivation wouldn’t appear until the crucial moment.
After finding out where the Holy Maiden’s temple was, Han Zhiyuan decided to sneak in at night to create an opportunity for Peacock King to have close contact with her.
That night, when Fairy Peak was quiet, Han Zhiyuan dragged a seemingly reluctant Feng Yu out.
After sneaking around for a while, Feng Yu, who had been tolerating it, finally shook off Han Zhiyuan’s hand. As the supreme Peacock King, when had he ever done something so disgraceful? Feng Yu frowned and asked angrily, “What exactly are you trying to do?”
“Shh!” Han Zhiyuan gestured for silence and, after ensuring no one was around, winked at Feng Yu. “Take you to see the Holy Maiden.” He smiled suggestively.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yu’s frown deepened, even showing some disbelief. “This is your purpose for coming to Fairy Peak?”
Han Zhiyuan, also surprised by his tone, retorted, “Aren’t you even a little curious about the common goddess in the hearts of all the men on the Nine Heavens Continent?”
“Hmph,” Feng Yu snorted coldly, “What’s that got to do with me?”
Han Zhiyuan was dumbfounded. “Are you even a man?” He awkwardly scratched his nose after blurting out. Of course, he knew whether he was a man—twice already.
Turning away to avoid Feng Yu’s icy glare, Han Zhiyuan dragged him along, saying, “Since we’re here, let’s take a look. I didn’t ask around all day for nothing.”
Han Zhiyuan dragged Feng Yu, sneaking into the temple’s back garden. Rumor had it that the Holy Maiden often trained in the garden at night. If they could catch a glimpse from afar, it would be worth it.
Suddenly, a clear sound of water splashing came from behind the flowers. Han Zhiyuan hurriedly pulled Feng Yu to hide. Under the moonlight, they saw a sparkling scene with shimmering waves—breathtakingly beautiful.
In the water, a graceful figure stood, gently moving under the moonlight, creating sparkling water droplets—exquisite and stunning.
The Holy Maiden was bathing in the sacred lake!
“Whoa!” Han Zhiyuan cursed under his breath. The rumors were true. This woman seemed to have a kind of magic. Even from a distance, her vague silhouette could be deadly—no wonder she was the goddess of all men.
Unconsciously swallowing, Han Zhiyuan, driven by his natural male instincts and his previous attraction to women before being with Feng Yu, found the scene enticing but quickly turned to Feng Yu, eyes bright, and whispered, “What do you think? Do you feel anything?”
To Han Zhiyuan, this bird king’s standards were high, but this one should definitely match him. Unexpectedly, Han Zhiyuan noticed that Feng Yu’s cold aura intensified, and his face darkened in the darkness.
Feng Yu’s voice was low and angry. “For her?” He couldn’t understand his anger, but his chest felt stifled, burning with fury, especially at Han Zhiyuan’s gaze toward the woman.
Han Zhiyuan, caught off guard by his anger, snapped back, “Not for her! For you!”
“You…”
“Who’s there!” A pleasant female voice suddenly called out. Immediately, there was a splash as someone rose from the lake, creating waves.
“Uh-oh!” Han Zhiyuan grabbed Feng Yu and ran. Surprisingly, Feng Yu cooperated, even grabbing Han Zhiyuan and leaping ten meters. The speed of the demon king was incredible. However, the Holy Maiden was also a genius with king-level martial skills, and she wasn’t slow.
“Bold thieves! Stop right there!” The Holy Maiden pursued relentlessly.
“East!” Han Zhiyuan, dragged along, quickly directed, knowing that returning the same way would be fatal.
Because they were flying low, Han Zhiyuan was bumped and scraped painfully. Even more annoyingly, Feng Yu’s white clothes were glaringly conspicuous in the night. “I told you to change clothes, but you wouldn’t listen!”
“Shut up!” Feng Yu shouted coldly. Just as he spoke, they passed over a tree, and Han Zhiyuan was painfully scraped by branches. “Damn, are you doing this on purpose?”
“Shut up!”
“Ah…!”
“Who are you!!!”
“Ah…!!!”
Suddenly, screams erupted below them, piercing Han Zhiyuan’s ears. Flying low to avoid being seen from above, they accidentally flew over another fairy lake, where dozens of fairies were bathing.
“Do they all like bathing at this time?” Han Zhiyuan was wide-eyed, stunned.
Feng Yu’s icy aura intensified, making Han Zhiyuan shiver. Feng Yu grabbed Han Zhiyuan’s collar and sped up.
“Catch them!”
“Where are they running!”
…
“Catch them!”
…
Screams, shouts, and yells echoed as the fairies hurriedly dressed and chased the fleeing figures.
Soon, more fairies joined in, and even the young men and women of the Sacred Realm, who had been sleeping, joined the pursuit.
They heard that a lecherous thief had broken into the Holy Maiden’s temple and then the fairy lake. This beast must be caught!
Not to mention the high Holy Maiden, even any fairy of the Sacred Realm was unattainable for ordinary people. The fairy lake? The sacred lake? Peeping at fairies bathing? This was beyond shameless!
In an instant, Fairy Peak was in an uproar.
Sneaking back to their room, Han Zhiyuan was thrown onto a chair by a furious Feng Yu. Despite his various scrapes and bruises, he grimaced in pain.
“A day as a couple, a hundred days of grace. Did you have to do this to me?”
“Hmph!” Feng Yu snorted coldly, not even sparing him a glance, standing coldly to the side.
Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door. Startled, Han Zhiyuan hadn’t responded when the door began to open.
Thinking quickly, Han Zhiyuan suddenly pulled Feng Yu onto his lap and kissed him, silencing any protests with a deep kiss.
