After Fang Xian cast the "Fire Illusion" spell on Luo Hongxia, a black magic circle immediately appeared beneath his feet, linking to Luo Hongxia and forming a black magic circle of its own.
A large "Human Lord" appeared between them.
"Contract."
Luo Hongxia, under the illusion's influence, nodded in agreement.
"Agreed."
The black magic circle linking them shone brightly, merging into a large black magic circle.
A moment later, both Fang Xian and Luo Hongxia felt the "Power of the Contract," the contract was successful.
The light dimmed, and the black magic circle disappeared.
[Contract successful, current contract partner: 94/202.]
At this moment, Luo Hongxia felt a wave of chaos wash over her; her previously clear thoughts were like tangled threads, all intertwined.
Her consciousness seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, heading in an unfamiliar direction.
Those principles, pride, and reserve she had upheld for two hundred years crumbled and melted away like paper scorched by a raging fire.
A strange yet intense emotion surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing her.
Looking at Fang Xian before her, she felt an overwhelming longing and infatuation, a feeling so powerful she couldn't resist.
Her perception was completely reshaped in that moment.
Her past self seemed like a distant phantom, while her love for Fang Xian became her entire life.
She was no longer the aloof, arrogant Luo Hongxia, but willingly surrendered to this sudden surge of emotion.
When their lips met, she felt an unprecedented satisfaction and sweetness.
The gazes and gasps of the surrounding cultivators were shut out from her world.
She was completely immersed in her intimacy with Fang Xian, her heart overflowing with the intoxication of this new love, as if the past had never existed, and only this love was eternal.
Under the watchful eyes of all the cultivators, this scene was like a thunderbolt, shattering everyone's understanding.
Luo Hongxia, always aloof and pure like a flower on a high mountain, had remained chaste for two hundred years, her cold and aloof demeanor keeping everyone at a distance.
But now, her eyes were glazed, filled with love for Fang Xian before her.
The woman who had previously kept everyone at arm's length was now nestled in Fang Xian's arms.
A smug, mischievous smile played on Fang Xian's lips, a smile tinged with mockery at the reactions of the crowd.
He gently embraced Luo Hongxia, who nestled obediently against his chest, her arms unconsciously encircling his neck.
Then, the two slowly drew closer, and to the astonishment and disbelief of the crowd, their lips met.
In that instant, the air seemed to freeze; the cultivators stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
Once sacred and inviolable in their hearts, Luo Hongxia had fallen so completely, and the speed of this change was so swift that it felt like a dream, their minds blank except for the shocking scene before them.
Fang Xian wore a smug smile, completely oblivious to the stunned gazes of the surrounding cultivators.
He gently took Luo Hongxia's hand, the gesture as if he were cherishing the most precious treasure in the world.
Luo Hongxia's eyes were filled with dependence on Fang Xian, and she obediently followed beside him.
The two walked with firm steps towards the ancient and mysterious teleportation array.
As they stood within the array, Fang Xian swiftly formed hand seals and chanted incantations.
This technique was widely known and not a secret.
After all, they frequently traveled to the third-tier cultivation kingdom to purchase cultivation resources.
With his movements, mysterious runes lit up within the array, their light growing increasingly intense, illuminating their faces.
The array activated, releasing powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy.
The surrounding air seemed to distort, emitting a buzzing sound.
In the blink of an eye, a dazzling light enveloped them, and the next moment, their figures vanished from their original spot.
Meanwhile, in the third-tier cultivation kingdom, the ancient teleportation array flashed, and Fang Xian and Luo Hongxia slowly reappeared.
The light dissipated, and Fang Xian and Luo Hongxia emerged from the ancient teleportation array.
As soon as he stepped out of the magic array, he was stopped by a group of people dressed in uniform.
These people were cultivators from a third-level cultivation kingdom, responsible for collecting tolls. Their eyes were piercing, and they explained, neither servile nor arrogant, that spirit stones were required for passage.
Fang Xian remained calm, casually taking out a storage bag and emptying some spirit stones, handing it over.
The cultivators took the spirit stones, carefully examined them, and a satisfied look appeared on their faces. They gave him two temporary passes and stepped aside to let him pass.
Entering the town of the third-level cultivation kingdom, he found it bustling with activity and exceptionally prosperous.
Shops lined both sides of the street, each with a unique sign.
Some sold all kinds of magical treasures and spiritual artifacts; dazzling light emanated from their shops, attracting passersby to stop and watch.
Others sold elixirs, the air filled with an invigorating aroma.
On the streets, cultivators thronged, some traveling in groups, chatting and laughing about strange tales; others hurrying along alone, exuding an aura of mystery.
The sounds of hawking and haggling filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere.
Atop distant pavilions, cultivators demonstrated their magical skills, drawing cheers from the crowds.
The entire town seemed like a giant magnetic field, attracting cultivators from all directions, brimming with vibrant life and energy.
Fang Xian and Luo Hongxia entered an elegantly decorated hotel, the air filled with the faint aroma of wine, seemingly imbued with wisps of celestial energy.
The wooden tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and the walls were adorned with paintings depicting celestial landscapes; every detail exuded leisure and comfort.
They sat down by the window, and Luo Hongxia skillfully ordered several of the hotel's signature wines and celestial dews from the waiter.
Before long, the waiter quickly approached, carrying an exquisite glass wine pot and jade cups.
Luo Hongxia first picked up the wine pot and poured Fang Xian a cup of amber-colored wine, her movements gentle and elegant.
Fang Xian picked up the cup, brought it to his nose, and inhaled a rich aroma that instantly filled his nostrils, refreshing yet mellow, intoxicating him.
He took a small sip, the wine gliding over his tongue, first a refreshing sweetness, then a warmth spreading from his throat throughout his body, and he even felt a subtle activation of his spiritual energy.
Next, Luo Hongxia poured them both some celestial dew.
"Husband, try this."
The celestial dew, held in a transparent jade cup, was as crystal clear as fine nectar, radiating a soft glow.
"Alright."
Fang Xian took a small sip of the immortal dew. Its taste was exquisitely pure, melting instantly in his mouth, as if imbued with the purest spiritual energy of the morning. Every sip was invigorating.
The two savored the dew while admiring the street scene outside the window.
Watching the cultivators strolling leisurely through the alleys, a relaxed expression gradually appeared on Fang Xian's face. Then, he noticed a stunningly beautiful woman walking down the street.
Luo Hongxia followed his gaze, smiling softly as she exclaimed.
"Husband, I know her."
"She is a senior alchemist in my sect, named
—Li Muwan."