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The air in the arena was thick with tension, the aftermath of an intense battle still hanging heavy over the crowd.

Dust swirled around Xue Hua's broken body as she lay on the shattered ground with her bloodied face.

Her once-pristine robes were dirtied, evidence of the fierce struggle she had endured.

The audience caught between admiration and pity, watched in hushed silence, their breaths held as they awaited the next moment.

Suddenly, the air shimmered, rippling as if the fabric of space itself had been disturbed.

Swoosh! With a blur, Zhang Yuan appeared in the center of the arena and looked down at Xue Hua.

The sight of Xue Hua lying there, battered and vulnerable, caused a faint smile to tug at Zhang Yuan's lips... not one of amusement, but one of quiet pride and reassurance.

Slowly, he crouched down beside her, his movements deliberate and calm, as if the entire world had paused for him alone.

"Master…" Xue Hua's voice was weak, trembling as her blurry vision tried to focus on his face.

Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she struggled to form words. "Forgive me… I… I couldn't defeat her…"

Zhang Yuan's gaze softened and he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face with tenderness.

"You did very well, dear, better than I could have asked for."

His arms slipped beneath her with care, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed no more than a feather.

Xue Hua's trembling gaze remained fixed on him, her tears falling faster now, not from shame or defeat, but from the overwhelming relief and comfort his presence brought.

The audience erupted into chaos at the sight.

Whispers of awe and confusion spread like wildfire through the stands. "Who is he?"

"He appeared that day too.. to get his disciples?"

As Zhang Yuan cradled Xue Hua in his arms, he stood to his full height.

And then, with a faint smile still lingering on his lips, Zhang Yuan glanced upward, his gaze locking with the Grandworship seated high above the arena.

The old man's expression was stoic, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced the enigmatic figure below.

Before the Grandworship or anyone else could react further, Zhang Yuan's figure blurred again.

Woosh! In an instant, he was gone, disappearing with his disciple as if they had never been there.

High above, the Grandworship leaned forward in his seat, his aged face contemplative. "Who is that man, truly?" he muttered, his voice low but filled with intrigue.

His fingers drummed against the armrest of his throne, his mind racing. "Master of those two disciples?"

One of the elders seated nearby hesitated before speaking. "Grandworship, When we tried to look at his information, we only got his name and he is not affiliated with any factions."

"His origins remain a mystery, but his strength is undeniable as we got information that he easily cleared a big Beast wave"

The Grandworship's eyes narrowed further, a cunning glint flashing within them. "He must be drawn into the Yu Hong Holy Land," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"A powerful person like his cannot be left to wander freely. If we can secure him… No, we must secure him."

Meanwhile, far from the prying eyes of the arena, Zhang Yuan carried Xue Hua into the privacy of his chambers.

The space was serene, filled with the faint scent of medicinal herbs and the soft glow of spiritual crystals.

Gently, he laid her down on a bed, his hands glowing faintly as he began to channel his energy into her, healing her wounds.

Xue Hua winced slightly, her body still trembling from the battle, but the warmth of her master's energy soon soothed her.

Her breathing steadied, and the tension in her body began to ease.

"You'll recover, but you must rest for now. You've done more than enough."

Xue Hua's eyes fluttered open, a faint smile gracing her lips. "Thank you… Master…" she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and admiration.

Zhang Yuan's gaze softened as he leaned closer to Xue Hua, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his with a mixture of vulnerability and affection.

Without a word, Zhang Yuan leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss.

Xue Hua's eyes closed, her lashes trembling as she reciprocated, her lips molding against his.

The kiss deepened naturally, their movements slow and unhurried, as if savoring every second of this kiss.

Zhang Yuan's hand cradled the side of her face, his thumb caressing her cheek as he kissed her with growing passion.

Xue Hua let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh against his lips, her hands reaching up to clasp his robes, pulling him closer.

Breaking the kiss only briefly, Zhang Yuan's lips trailed down to her cheek, placing gentle, lingering kisses that made her shiver.

He continued his path, pressing his lips to her jawline and then to the delicate curve of her neck.

Xue Hua's breath hitched, her hands tightening their grip on his robes as her body trembled under his touch.

"Husband…" she whispered his name, her voice barely audible, filled with emotion.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrendered herself to the moment.

He responded with a low hum, the sound reverberating against her skin as he nibbled softly on the sensitive spot near her collarbone.

Her body arched slightly, instinctively seeking him out, her mind overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations.

His lips moved back up to hers, capturing them in a searing kiss, this time more fervent and demanding.

Their mouths moved in perfect harmony, tongues meeting in a passionate dance that left them both breathless.

Xue Hua clung to him desperately, her nails lightly grazing his back through his robes as she lost herself in his embrace.

Zhang Yuan's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer to him as if to eliminate any space that remained between them.

He could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest.

Breaking the kiss once more, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths coming in short, heated bursts.

"Now rest for a while..."

A bit later, he stepped out of the room and glanced at Zhang Fumin who was waiting for him outside.

"Min'er."

Zhang Fumin quickly wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him closer, placing a kiss on his lips.

"How is she?"

"She is good..."

A smile appeared on her lips "Ok then, now come and satisfy me."

With a chuckle, he replied "Oh? An eternity is not enough..."

Zhang Fumin gently pinched his nose "Of course, I want to live a lot more with you."

...

*pakh* *pakh* "Haangh~ Haangh~ Yuan'er...."

With each thrust of Zhang Yuan's cock into her shrine, Zhang Fumin couldn't contain the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her body.

"Yuan'er... Yuan'er..." Moans of ecstasy filled the room as she called out his name in a breathless desire.

"Haangh~ Dear... Dear.." Zhang Fumin was lost in the sensation of being filled by Zhang Yuan, her moans becoming more urgent and desperate as she surrendered herself to the pleasure he was giving her.

*pakh* "Angh~!!!" Her body quivered uncontrollably as Zhang Yuan's throbbing cock expertly explored the depths of her wet pussy.

"Yuan'er!" The sensations overwhelmed her, causing her to gasp his name with every breath.

Zhang Yuan, too, was consumed by an insatiable desire as he relentlessly pounded into her, losing himself in the intense pleasure that rippled through his veins.

Each thrust brought them closer to the edge of cumming, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they both reached the peak of pleasure together.

Zhang Yuan deftly pulled herself up and sat on the bed, placing her on the lap.

"Fumin..."

Looking into her lust filled eyes, he grabbed her ass cheeks and raised her hips up and down on his lap as she squeezed his dick with her tight muscles.

Zhang Fumin placed her arms on his shoulder and looked into his eyes "You.. Haang~."

Hearing her moans, Zhang Yuan hugged her closer while pounding his dick and kissed her neck "Min'er.. your insides.. are so fucking goo-"

Before he could finish, she leaned forward and greedily sucked his lips and Zhang Yuan too reciprocated with the same passion, biting off her lips.

*pakh* *pakh*

"I love you, Yuan'er..." MORE~~ MOREEEE~~~"

...

Meanwhile, in the Yu Hong Holy land-

After the grand finale of the tournament, the crowd's cheers and jubilant shouts echoed across the arena, reverberating through the air like thunder as Hong Shi was crowned as the talented genius of the continent.

"Haa.."

Stretching her arms, Hong Shi quickly made her way to her room.

She stepped in and a deep sigh escaped her lips as she took a healing pill from her body.

Tossing it in her mouth, her gaze narrowed. "I should soon leave from here."

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