Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 499: Daughter Of A King
Chapter 499: Daughter Of A King
Chapter 499: Daughter Of A King
"Thinking about the first time I entered a city when my master bought me candied hawthorn," Jiang Qingyao spoke softly, her voice tinged with nostalgia. Once, the cities were surrounded by massive walls and moats, now replaced by towering skyscrapers and modern buildings.
"I miss my master too," the younger version of Celestial Sword Maiden piped up, her eyes brimming with tears. On a stormy night long past, her entire sect was mercilessly slain by a man in black—those faces she would never see again.
"There’s still candied hawthorn to be found today, let’s go get some," Wang Xuan offered, trying to lift the spirits.
Soon, both versions of the Celestial Sword Maiden, young and old, held a stick of candied hawthorn. Jiang Qingyao, lost in the echoes of her past, barely nibbled at hers. Though the setting had changed, the taste could not bring back those days; the sweetness had a shadow of melancholy.
The younger Qingyao, however, seemed to find the present more delightful, chewing enthusiastically until thoughts of her master soured the sweetness, and she tried hard to steer her mind away from memories.
With time still on their side before lunch, Wang Xuan decided to take them shopping to help adapt to the modern pace of life.
"First thing's first—smartphones," the younger Qingyao reminded, understanding the necessity of communication tools, especially now that extraordinary means like telepathy had faded with the decline of transcendence.
"Of course, but no gaming or binge-watching videos," Wang Xuan half-joked.
"What game could rival the thrill of slaying demons across realms or hunting sacred beasts in the divine seas?" she retorted.
"Point taken," Wang Xuan conceded.
Soon, each of the celestial beings had a brand-new Lotus-brand smartphone in hand. Wang Xuan, with patience, began explaining the functionalities, a task he thought would require meticulous attention due to their unfamiliarity.
However, he underestimated them. The younger Qingyao, impatient with his slow pace, demanded he transfer the knowledge directly through a mental imprint for efficiency's sake.
Before long, she was adeptly navigating her new device—texting, voice messaging, watching videos, and even editing photos with skill that belied her brief introduction.
"You should add me on your social media; why wait for me to ask?" she chided Wang Xuan, who was left speechless by their quick adaptability.Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com
Meanwhile, the older Jiang Qingyao's mood had lightened considerably. After recovering from her initial melancholy, she took to the smartphone's camera with gusto. Clothed in flowing white robes, she even attempted to levitate for a perfect celestial selfie before Wang Xuan hurriedly reminded her they were still within the city limits.
"Stay grounded, though those ethereal snaps really are stunning. Send me a few of those beauties!" Wang Xuan requested, eager to capture the moment.
"Not giving you one, you're laughing like a villain!" the Celestial Sword Maiden chuckled, her sweetness belying a touch of mischief as she teasingly turned away.
The younger version chimed in supportively, "Exactly! That nasty smile of yours reminds me of that Flower Thief from the Yin-Yang Sect, who got beaten up in the end!"
Snap!
Undeterred, Wang Xuan seized the moment to snap a selfie with the two Celestial Sword Maidens, capturing a genuinely good picture. "A thousand years from now, let's hope we can still take photos together," he mused cheerfully.
"Let's go shopping for some clothes!" he suggested, leading the way to modernize their wardrobes, already pondering how to "equip" the pair for a contemporary look.
The shopping street was bustling even in the morning. It wasn't long before Wang Xuan encountered a familiar face—Qi Liandao, the Demon Ancestor's second son.
Wang Xuan paused, surprised. It had only been a few days since they had schemed over the Demon Ancestor's blood pool in the celestial realm, and now here was his son.
Qi Liandao was accompanying a female demon immortal on her shopping spree, visibly resigned to his fate, having lost his ambitious drive after repeated defeats—largely at the hands of Old Zhang and Wang Xuan.
Their first encounter involved Old Zhang throttling him and forcing him to call him 'uncle,' a blow to his pride.
Subsequent encounters with Wang Xuan left him so harried that he seemed aged beyond his years.
Now, drifting with the tide like other "returnees," he was adapting to modern life, the worries of a transcendental apocalypse far from his mind.
"Are you also from beyond the Great Veil? Allow me to introduce myself, I am Qi Liandao!" His eyes brightened as he spotted Jiang Qingyao, approaching with enthusiasm to greet her.
"There's a situation!" Qingmu chimed in.
The venerable Liu Huai'an, who had also ventured to the land of immortality and returned in shared hardship, was naturally in the group too; his message was more reserved: "......"
Then came Zhao Qinghan, who also sent six dots: "......"
Followed by Wu Yin: "......"
After sending the reply, the little one tossed the phone aside carelessly, mainly feeling exploited and thus disinterested. Post-shopping, Jiang Qingyao had somehow managed to make her carry even more bags, second only to Wang Xuan, while the Celestial Sword Maiden herself carried very few, looking effortlessly chic.
In the Deep Space Beyond group, Qin Cheng wiped sweat from his brow and tried to smooth things over: "Old Wang mentioned he was bringing friends over. Don't overthink it; he's just a straightforward guy."
"Yes, probably just some friends he met on the way!" Qingmu quickly tried to cover.
"Probably so..." Liu Huai'an finished with another six dots.
Zhao Qinghan: "......"
Wu Yin: "......"
Their group conversation buzzed with mixed signals, humor, and a bit of curiosity, waiting for Wang Xuan to clear up the amusing misunderstanding.
......
"Time to eat and meet some new friends," Wang Xuan announced, beckoning Jiang Qingyao and the miniature Celestial Sword Maiden to halt their shopping spree.
They headed to the Flowing Gold Era Restaurant, a place Wang Xuan had visited often, introduced by his old college friend Qin Cheng, who had never been short on cash even back in their student days.
As they arrived, memories flooded Wang Xuan's mind of past encounters at this very location. He remembered how his ex-girlfriend Ling Wei was once here, set up by her family to meet a promising young man from the Wu family. It was part of a larger plan by the Ling, Wu, and Zhou families to discreetly excavate the secrets buried beneath Qingcheng Mountain.
It was also here that Wang Xuan first met Wu Yin, which had led to a verbal altercation that left her breathless and her evening gown nearly bursting at the seams.
Everything felt like it had happened just yesterday.
Qin Cheng, always the early bird, was already waiting outside. From afar, his eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help but exclaim quietly, "Old Wang, bringing the family along? How did you manage to find such beauties?"
His genuine admiration was evident as he quickly added, "Did you hear about my wedding in three months? Feeling the pressure?"
He was oblivious to the murderous look in the younger Qingyao's eyes. With a swift punch, she sent him flying against a wall where he embarrassingly hung suspended.
"Ouch!" Qin Cheng questioned his life choices as he dangled. "Let me down, little beauty, I was wrong, you must be sisters!"
Inside the restaurant, Qingmu and Chen Yongjie emerged in shock upon seeing Jiang Qingyao and the little one. "Celestial Sword Maidens!" they gasped in unison.
They had met the formidable Celestial Sword Maiden before; Chen Yongjie, especially, had been so shaken by her swordsmanship in their first encounters that he'd jokingly vowed to give up the sword altogether for a while.
From the background, Liu Huai'an, the old master, emitted his characteristic "...", before stepping forward to join the gathering.
Zhao Qinghan: "......"
Wu Yin: "......"
Both women arrived at the restaurant's entrance, and without needing introductions or further ado, their gazes fixed on the majestic figures of Jiang Qingyao and her smaller counterpart, clearly stunned by their presence.