But Miss Yang, being a woman of elegance and talent, paid no heed to those cumbersome formalities. In her heart, only her beloved mattered most, and matters of state could wait.
Her fingers, delicate as spring onions, undid the final button. Shy Name’s alluring figure was now completely exposed before Yang Hao. Her perky ** were topped with two rosy nipples, still as tender and pink as ever. Her waist was even slimmer than before, accentuating her increasingly voluptuous hips. Yet what truly took his breath away were her long legs—shapely, sexy, and enough to send a rush of heat rising from his lower abdomen at just a glance.
Miss Shi was not at all affected or artificial. She stretched out her leg slightly to test the water temperature, then gracefully entered the water and dove into Yang Hao’s embrace.
That half of her pressed against Yang Hao’s chest, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time, made him sigh in pleasure. However, his male pride also reacted at lightning speed.
Miss Shi’s eyes sparkled with tiny glimmers of light. Biting her lip, she slowly climbed onto Yang Hao’s body. Her small hands reached beneath his abdomen, playfully teasing him.
“It’s been a year…” Shi Mingyuan cast a glance at Yang Hao.
At this point, if Yang Hao still had no reaction, he wouldn’t be a real man. But he was a man, even more, a man among men. Letting out a loud roar, Yang Hao pinned Shi Mingyuan beneath him and forcefully entered her.
Shi Mingyuan trembled all over, yet she completely relaxed, as if shedding all her disguises and casting aside the heavy burdens she had been carrying.
Shi Mingyuan thought of nothing else, her long, wet hair clinging to her cheeks. Her breathing was heavy, her screams uncontrollable, and she strained with all her might to meet Yang Hao’s relentless thrashing.
The water in the Blue Pond was subtly boiling over, stirred by the intense movements of the two people…
After a long while, the two people, who had nearly drained each other completely, finally calmed down.
Shi Mingyuan maintained the galloping posture she had just been in while riding him, pressing her chest tightly against Yang Hao’s. She nuzzled comfortably against him a few times before pouting and saying, “It’s been a whole year. You only come looking for me now? During this entire year, I haven’t even touched another man’s hand.”
Yang Hao was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
He couldn’t answer that question. After separating from Shi Mingyuan, Yang Hao seemingly had numerous women in his life, including even a goddess and an expert from the Holy Domain.
Not long ago, Yang Hao and Lan Ling were madly in love, to the point where their relationship became widely known throughout the empire.
Fortunately, the eastern region has already fallen into rebellion, and communication with the empire has been cut off, so Master Mingyuan probably hasn’t heard about this matter yet.
Miss Shi, seeing that Yang Hao remained silent, understood the reason in her heart. She pouted, wearing the expression of a young, discontented wife, yet she hugged Yang Hao even tighter. His fingers lightly touched Miss Shi’s bare back; in the hot spring’s warm water, her skin felt even smoother, like caressing fine silk.
Yang Hao’s mood was complicated after he lost contact with Shi Mingyuan. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about looking for her, but the days that followed gradually led their two paths further and further apart.
Before entering the imperial capital, Yang Hao learned that Shi Mingyuan had become the core of the rebellion in the east. He had once thought that perhaps the two of them should live their own brilliant lives.
This time, the defeat at Yuanshan was a setback. Yang Hao’s travels in the east were not for the purpose of seeking out a master or visiting notable figures.
Yet life often goes like this: people part when they shouldn’t, and meet again when they no longer wish to see each other.
Miss Shi Mingyuan saw Yang Hao sitting in a melancholy silence. Sighing, she assumed he was still thinking about the defeat at Yuanlao Mountain. She then used her thumbs to gently massage his temples.
“Don’t dwell on it. No one could have predicted the appearance of the Supreme One. Besides, you’re the only one who survived a battle with the Supreme—that in itself is a miracle.”
“Miracle?” Yang Hao shook his head, trying to shake the images of corpses from his mind, and forced a relaxed expression onto his face. “You’re the real miracle. When you left me back then, you were just a little girl. Now you’ve become a leader and people worship you like a god.”
Shi Mingyuan playfully wrinkled her nose and made a face, saying, “If it weren’t for you going to such great lengths to find the sacred bear gallbladder to save me, I would have been long dead by now.”
“Oh, that’s right. When you first woke up, you had amnesia, right? How come you’re okay now?” Yang Hao had a million questions, “What happened later?”
For Shi Mingyuan, this was perhaps also a long and distant memory. Leaning against the edge of the hot spring, she used her arm to scatter the red Ninghui flowers floating on the water’s surface. Frowning, she said, “When I was just awakened by you, I don’t know why, my mind was completely blank. I couldn’t remember my past, only knowing that I was an Angelian. Therefore, I seized an escape pod from the battleship End of Days, hoping to fly back to Angelia.”
But the starry sea is so vast; how could a small escape pod ever traverse it? I hadn’t even traveled a significant distance before being sucked into a black hole.
“Black hole?” Yang Hao was startled. “Aren’t you very familiar with space travel? Why didn’t you avoid the black hole area?”
Shi Mingyuan shook her head: “That black hole isn’t on any star chart; it appeared out of nowhere, coming specifically for me.”
Yang Hao fell silent, knowing that Shi Mingyuan should also have had extraordinary experiences.
“Inside the black hole, I entered a strange realm that seemed like a sealed barrier. Within this barrier, there was a group of individuals with extraordinary abilities; their power was utterly inconceivable. These people became my teachers, saying that my body was special and capable of withstanding a portion of their strength. Thus, I became the disciple of all these individuals.”
Yang Hao let out a surprised “Hmm,” as the person mentioned by Shi Mingyuan seemed somewhat similar to the deities he had seen before. Those deities also possessed unimaginable power but were imprisoned within a barrier.
“Under the guidance of my teachers, I quickly reached the Saint Domain,” said Shi Mingyuan, leaning softly back against Yang Hao, though she showed no sign of a Saint Domain expert. “They sent me out of the barrier, and I returned to Angel Star. There, I emerged as the Chosen One, as recorded in Angel Star’s ancient texts, and rallied the sisters oppressed by the hunters and imperial nobles, raising the banner of rebellion.”
“Within such a short time, you’ve already unified the east?” Yang Hao couldn’t believe it.
Ke Shi, the renowned socialite, was very confident: “The eastern regions suffered far more from the Empire’s oppression than the western ones. Moreover, there were fewer intelligent beings and a smaller population here. Once we raised our banner and won a few battles, nearly all the star systems united together. In just over half a year, the Celestial Republic was established. At that time, you had just been granted the title of Lord of the Oracular Autonomous Territory.”
From the western to the eastern regions, spanning across the entire universe, communication remained poor, so Yang Hao had never known that a republic still existed in this place.
“When I was receiving training, I gradually regained my memories. Many times I wanted to come out and find you, but there were too much happening around me, and I couldn’t just abandon the entire Republic to return to your side,” Shi Mingyuan sighed again. “Later, I heard you had arrived at the Imperial Capital and even became the Lord of the Western Territory. So I decided to spread your miracles throughout the Xingling Republic and promote you as the savior who would oppose the Senate!”
“Oh!” Yang Hao suddenly realized. No wonder there were posters of his portrait everywhere in the eastern region. If it weren’t for his current disheveled hair and completely homeless appearance, he probably would have been recognized long ago.
“Savior?” Yang Hao was still somewhat dejected. “You didn’t see how miserably I lost. Against the Supreme One, I couldn’t even last a single move.”
“You’re wrong!” Shi Mingyuan exclaimed, rising suddenly from the water. Milky liquid streamed down her perfect body. Her chest, under the enchanting moonlight of Angel Star, radiated a soft glow. At that moment, Shi Mingyuan truly resembled a goddess—pure and sacred. “You were defeated, but you didn’t lose. In the past, people believed the Sovereign and the Senate were sacred and untouchable. They feared them, were terrified, and dared not resist. But after the Battle of Elder Mountain, everyone saw the truth—the Elders were not invincible; they had been defeated by you. Even the Sovereign, the one who claims to be the only god in the universe, is not unbeatable. You survived, returning alive even after facing the mighty Sovereign. You have become the symbol of hope and confidence for all rebels.”
“Is this faith important?”
“It’s more important than you think,” Shi Mingyuan smiled. “People from the Celestial Republic have never regarded the Battle of Yuanlao Mountain as a defeat; to us, it was the most crucial victory. You showed us the hope of victory and proved that the resistance possesses the strength to confront the Supreme. Yang Hao, from that night on, you have already become a hero of the Republic.”
“Hero?”
“Exactly,” Shi Mingyuan affirmed. “Before, it was just me forcefully spreading the tales of your miracles. But now, every citizen in the east deeply admires you. They can hardly believe that someone in this world truly dares to stand against the Supreme One. You are the hero in our hearts, our god. If one day we must resist the empire’s oppression, we can only believe in you, rely on you—you are our savior.”
Yang Hao stood there for a moment, then silently leaned against the stone wall. The coldness from behind made him aware of his own heartbeat. Through the thin layer of steam rising from the hot spring, Yang Hao’s gaze extended beyond the sky of Angel Star, where countless planets, each surrounded by a halo of light, were quietly rotating and revolving in their orbits.
It felt like a world filled with magical energy. Yang Hao could sense the power of the stars, a stark contrast to the Milky Way’s depletion—akin to the difference between a concrete city and a primeval forest.
With the support of such a method, would I still have a chance to fight against the Supreme Being?
Yang Hao thought silently to himself.
The answer is obviously yes.
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