By this time, the two had reached the very center of the entire holy land. Due to the imposing aura of the Holy Mountain, this area was completely devoid of exotic beasts, and naturally, there were no more exotic beasts to block their path. This nearly one hundred-mile journey was a rare moment of peace and quiet for the two of them.
Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling stood shoulder to shoulder, fingers gently intertwined between their robe sleeves, silently savoring the precious moments of leisure and relaxation in each other's company. Although neither of them spoke, affection and love flowed silently between them.
For cultivators of their level, a distance of a hundred miles, even if they walked deliberately slowly, would take less than the time of a cup of tea. Soon, the two of them stopped at the foot of the Holy Mountain.
Han Qianling's fingers pressed lightly on Luo Jiujiang's shoulder.
Luo Jiujiang understood what he meant, and following his force, he and Han Qianling knelt down together towards the holy mountain.
When the two were still on the Seventh Island, Luo Jiujiang heard the news of Chen's death and was immediately shocked. He hurried to find Han Qianling's whereabouts. He wanted to pay tribute to Chen, but was stopped by Han Qianling.
At that time, Qianling said to him: "You don't need to bow or kneel."
It took him two years to find out that Chen was not Han Qianling's real mother.
As for now, it was time for him to bow down and express his gratitude willingly.
Even though Qianling had been suppressed by the holy mountain in front of them for ten thousand years, and even though the two of them had been blocked by many strange beasts along the way, Luo Jiujiang still thanked the holy mountain from the bottom of his heart for giving birth to his Qianling, giving them the opportunity to live under the same sky. He was also grateful that the holy mountain had worn away most of the hostility in Han Qianling's dragon soul, allowing him to wait until he saw him.
The one accompanying him now is not the orphan of the Dragon God, nor the scourge of the Three Thousand Worlds. He does not need any of those messy titles like Suzaku Envoy and Shenxue Palace Master. He is simply Luo Jiujiang's Qianling, and will always be so.
Han Qianling kowtowed once and was about to stand up, but Luo Jiujiang quickly grabbed the back of his neck. He showed a little surprise: "What?"
Luo Jiujiang said with a smile: "I have already paid homage to Heaven and Earth, but won't you pay homage to your parents?"
Han Qianling's eyes moved, and when he understood the meaning of Luo Jiujiang's words, he slowly curled the corners of his lips. At this moment, his face seemed to emit a luster comparable to pearls and jade, so beautiful and breathtaking.
"Yes."
Then they bowed twice to the Holy Mountain.
After this salute, the two men stood up, holding hands. Luo Jiujiang repeatedly stroked Han Qianling's shoulders, his eyes also filled with tender smiles: "We are so familiar with each other, wouldn't it be better to do something other than bowing to each other?"
As he spoke, his lips opened and closed, and the tip of his slightly red tongue slid across his upper lip in a sexually suggestive manner. Han Qianling took a deep breath and immediately leaned forward to kiss him. For a moment, their saliva met, inseparable.
When they separated again, they were both breathless, their hair disheveled, their eyes full of passion, but they stopped themselves at the brink of death.
Luo Jiujiang gently wiped the moisture on his lips with his fingers, looked towards the Holy Mountain with a smile, and changed the subject: "We really paid homage to the mountain just now.
"Yeah." Han Qianling pursed his lips and said nothing more. When he turned around, he called out "Mother."
He should have said this when he bowed just now, but he said it now. It was obvious that he was too excited and only focused on kissing Luo Jiujiang, and forgot about this matter.
If the Holy Mountain had a human form, it would definitely scold him for forgetting his mother after finding a lover; but even if the Holy Mountain did not have a human form, it would be enough to make Han Qianling suffer a lot.
Perhaps in response to the word "Mother", there was a sudden loud noise above their heads, and the next moment a huge rock rolled down from the mountain, casting a shadow right above their heads.
Han Qianling casually raised his hand, picked up the boulder, and tossed it to his side. His tone was surprisingly polite and even smiling: "Mother is angry again when she sees me."
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
After all, he was an outsider, and it was not appropriate for him to interfere with the dynamic that had existed between the mother and son for millennia. However, he couldn't bear to see Qianling being smashed again, and secretly felt that Shengshan's actions were not decent, so he simply shifted the blame elsewhere and brought the topic back to himself.
Luo Jiujiang coughed and called his mother-in-law with gritted teeth.
There was another rumbling sound from the holy mountain.
However, the sound this time was much clearer and more numerous than the sound coming from the previous boulder. Han Qianling originally wanted to pull Luo Jiujiang away, but after hearing this sound, he couldn't help but let out a light exclamation and looked up.
I saw top-grade spirit stones as big as a white tiger's head rolling down from the top of the mountain, mixed with many small pieces such as tens of thousands of years old cold jade chalcedony and grinding jade.
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
Han Qianling felt somewhat relieved after being surprised. When he turned to look at Luo Jiujiang, his smile became more genuine. He said cheerfully, "It seems that mother likes you very much."
After thinking for a moment, he suggested, "You call her mother-in-law, isn't the relationship a little distant?"
As Luo Jiujiang and he looked at each other, he had already seen through Han Qianling's sinister intentions - did Han Qianling really care about why Luo Jiujiang called him "Sacred Mountain"? He cared about other things, such as the relationship between the two people implied by that name.
But whenever it was Han Qianling's wish, Luo Jiujiang would never fail him.
He smiled slightly and called out "Mom" obediently.
This time, the entire hillside was filled with the sound of wheels of top-grade spirit stones rolling and pouring down. Even Han Qianling couldn't help but be silent for a moment: "...You really like the mountain, Jiujiang."
"But for Jiujiang, these things are not as good as the plate of glutinous rice chicken I bought for him myself." Han Qianling said to Shengshan with a smile.
“…”
As if the throat was suddenly strangled, the sound of the spirit stone rolling stopped suddenly.
Then the next moment, all the spirit stones on the mountainside that had not yet completely landed began to roll back to the top of the mountain against the gravity of the holy land itself.
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
Han Qianling: "..."
How, is this still possible?!
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