Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 692: Dreams Reflect Reality

Chapter 692: Chapter 692: Dreams Reflect Reality

The night was enticing.

From the boudoir of Ning Mansion, bursts of laughing and crying could be heard.

The seductive Ning Mengyao, half-reclining on the bed, her seven fox tails adding to her allure in the background.

Her silk nightgown revealed snowy white shoulders, her skin like jade flushed with a rosy warmth that lingered.

This half-concealed voluptuous figure truly made one’s mouth go dry and tongue parched.

Even after the fierce battle, Lin Fan still felt insatiable.

He held her slender waist tightly in the crook of his arm, allowing her delicate body to twist continuously against his chest.

The heavy breathing, along with the warm air puffing from his nostrils and those soul-capturing eyes.

She could very well be called a peerless beauty.

"I feel like everything tonight is just like a dream!"

Curled up in Lin Fan’s embrace, Ning Mengyao with a sweaty nose, rested her head on his shoulder.

The room was filled with a fragrance, the lingering scent of the two of them.

"Reality and dreams, sometimes you don’t have to distinguish them so clearly."

Lin Fan’s hand gently stroked Ning Mengyao’s jade back.

Her exquisite figure warm yet with a hint of coolness.

This is the beauty of the Beautiful Corpse Skill.

"These past three months, I’ve been dreaming, dreaming of returning to a Golden Splendor palace where you were a king above ten thousand people, and everyone bowed before you."

Ning Mengyao narrated the scenes from her dreams of the past three months to Lin Fan.

"Yes, I’ve spent these past three years time in that dream. You’ve obtained the power of a Beautiful Corpse, which is why you joined me in the dream."

Lin Fan pinched Ning Mengyao’s cheek.

"No wonder, it was after that time that I started having those strange dreams... a Beautiful Corpse... what is that?"

Ning Mengyao blinked her large eyes curiously at Lin Fan.

The name sounded very strange.

"A Beautiful Corpse is one of the Nine Corpses, naturally nurtured to be a great demon with immense strength, showing no distinction between good and evil. It revealed its murderous intent against the human race during the era of the Three Emperors, causing floods and havoc. Later, it was suppressed by Da Yu with nine golden cauldrons and only freed after a thousand years."

Lin Fan gently stroked Ning Mengyao’s silky hair, these memories also known to him from the dream.

"After their release, the Nine Corpses once again stirred up storms, trying to overthrow the human race. Later, Di Xin killed four corpses and subjugated the remaining five, and it was by fighting the Nine Corpses that he ascended the throne. And the Beautiful Corpse was one of these Nine, an ancestor of fox demons, the origin of your powers."

"Beautiful Corpse... fox demon... does that not make me a demon now?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Mengyao pursed her lips.

Having lived for over twenty years and suddenly turning into a demon, she found it somewhat hard to accept.

"Demon is just a name, merely a term regular people use out of fear for those with extraordinary powers, distinguishing them from their own kind. In my view, whether demons, immortals, or gods, they are all manifestations of the human heart. The kind become gods and the wicked, demons. The Nine Corpses simply wanted to secure rightful treatment for their kin, as the central territories provided stable living and fertile lands, which were far better than the harsh cold areas outside."

Lin Fan pinched Ning Mengyao’s cheek and said with a smile.

Thus, during the suppression of the Nine Corpses uprising, Di Xin incorporated all five corpses harboring good will into his forces, while the intractable four corpses were also killed without implicating their kin, who were also integrated into the masses.

"So... are you Di Xin, or Lin Fan?"

After hearing Lin Fan’s words, Ning Mengyao showed a hint of a smile.

She now wanted to know even more who the person in front of her really was.

"It doesn’t matter, whether Di Xin or Lin Fan, they are just my names. I am me, constant from beginning to end, and you are simply you, always my woman."

Lin Fan captured Ning Mengyao’s red lips with his, flipped her over, and pressed down on her.

Such close eye-to-eye contact always elicited a strange reaction, making them embrace each other obliviously.

"Then what next... what should we do?"

Ning Mengyao, with her eyes half-closed, reveled in the fervor of her beloved.

She was more curious about what would come next.

"Of course, it’s doing what we love," he replied.

Lin Fan pulled the semi-reclining Ning Mengyao up with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

In the presence of a beauty, he wanted nothing more than to devour her.

"Annoying... I mean... What are your plans for the next step?"

Ning Mengyao gave her lover a tender, affectionate look.

Her seven tails had already wrapped around him, acting like seven delicate alters, roaming over his body.

"To retrieve the Power of the Nine Corpses and also to look for my birth parents. I always feel they might have been implicated because of me. As for the future, of course, I will seek out those who caused my death at Lu Platform."

Lying on the bed, Lin Fan reached out to gently caress the exquisite face of Ning Mengyao.

No longer able to return to his dreams, he could only hurry to retrieve the power of the other eight corpses to fill his voids.

At the same time, he could also help his beloved gain formidable power.

"So... When can my eighth tail grow?"

As she caressed her seven tails, Ning Mengyao suddenly became curious about the ultimate form of the nine tails.

After all, a complete form represented even more powerful strength.

"The form of the nine tails might require a thousand years of cultivation to achieve. But rest assured, I will find a way to bring you to the peak again, especially tonight!"

Lin Fan supported Ning Mengyao’s slim waist.

The residual spirit of the Beautiful Corpse Skill that lingered in the universe had already merged into his body.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to recall some past events.

"Okay!"

Ning Mengyao blushed as she gazed at Lin Fan.

On this wonderful night, she hoped it would last forever.

...

Within the secluded chamber in the Gong Family’s back garden, the Four Saints were being supported.

Badly injured, they did not know who the person before them was, but they had seen respectful treatment toward him from Gong Qiliang.

"Thank you, noble one, for saving our lives!"

"May I know the noble one’s esteemed name?"

The Four Saints all showed gratitude, unaware that their lives had not been easily saved.

"There’s no need to thank me. If anyone should be thankful, it’s I who should be thanking you!"

Nangong Haoqin smiled sinisterly at the four faded women.

The greed in his eyes tightened their hearts.

Sensing something was amiss, but too late to react,

a fragrant scent drifted into their noses, and their gaze began to dull.

Nangong Haoqin opened his arms triumphantly.

To him, these four aged and faded bodies were precious nourishments.

As they greedily pounced on him, Nangong Haoqin’s mind was filled with the image of Ning Mengyao with her seven fox tails.

Her enchanting figure and formidable cultivation technique were truly priceless treasures.

"If I could dual cultivate with her, that would be the ultimate bliss. Beautiful, rest assured, I will definitely possess you."