Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 1855: 478:

"Hong Lian, take a look and see if there are any resources that suit you."

Following their brief conversation, Lu Changsheng passed his newly acquired treasures to Hong Lian, allowing her to select what she desired.

After all, with her Spiritual Embryo Physique, Hong Lian could advance swiftly to Nascent Soul given sufficient resources.

In this situation, Lu Changsheng eagerly wished for her to reach Nascent Soul without delay.

Additionally, the Great Luo Sword Embryo he held could cultivate a Sword Embryo Dao Body.

At present, Lu Changsheng intended to apply the Sword Embryo to himself and to Hong Lian’s future child once she attained Nascent Soul.

"Thank you, husband~"

Hong Lian’s lovely eyes shimmered tenderly as she responded in a soft tone, not hesitating to accept from Lu Changsheng. She understood that her main goal was to break through to Nascent Soul as fast as possible.

"Feel free to take whatever proves helpful to you."

Noticing Hong Lian selecting just a handful of things, Lu Changsheng remarked with a grin.

"This will suffice nicely."

Hong Lian answered with an elegant smile, her red lips arching slightly like a new moon or a blooming peach blossom, both alluring and refined.

"Won’t you craft a couple more Magical Treasures?"

Lu Changsheng inquired.

Besides the Starlight Plate, White Gold Mountain, and Ancient Beast Taming Charm he had provided, she lacked any fitting Magical Treasures.

"Right now, my accompanying peach blossom serves well enough. I’ll think about refining Magical Treasures after hitting Core Formation Peak. Doing it earlier would just be wasteful."

Hong Lian explained in a gentle voice.

Her circumstances mirrored Lu Changsheng’s; typical Magical Treasures failed to impress her.

Investing effort and time to gather materials and forge Magical Treasures, only to abandon them soon due to rising cultivation levels, seemed pointless.

"Fine, if you require any materials, simply tell me."

In the past, Lu Changsheng might have lacked the assurance to declare this, yet now his riches overflowed.

"Okay, thank you, husband~"

Observing Lu Changsheng’s confident air, Hong Lian beamed brightly in reply.

Internally, she reflected on how extraordinarily lucky Lu Changsheng truly was.

As a Core Formation Cultivator entering a Nascent Soul Secret Realm and reaping such abundant rewards—not even many Nascent Soul Cultivators could match that feat.

After sharing an intimate interlude with Hong Lian, Lu Changsheng asked her to keep an eye on Qian Zhuyan, then sought out Meng Xiaochan to visit Nangong Mili.

Owing to her rift with Ling Zixiao, Nangong Mili chose to stay out of view, emerging only now and then to spend time with her son Meng Xiaochan, while devoting most of her days to secluded cultivation within the Cave Mansion.

"Mili."

Upon reaching the Cave Mansion with Meng Xiaochan, Lu Changsheng spotted Nangong Mili in a flowing violet chiffon gown, her complexion pale like fresh snow, her form slender and captivating, radiating allure from every angle, and he greeted her fondly.

"Humph."

Catching sight of Lu Changsheng’s warm affection, Nangong Mili felt a spark of irritation immediately.

Ever since arriving in Jiang Country alongside this scoundrel over two years prior, he had visited her sporadically, never with greater frequency.

Whenever he did come, it always led to...

"Master..."

Adhering to the master-disciple customs, Meng Xiaochan felt more at ease with Nangong Mili, displaying reduced formality.

Recognizing her master’s typical facade of toughness, she knew to offer gentleness amid her husband’s missteps, so as the disciple, she stepped forward to diffuse the strain.

"Little Chan!"

Watching her student cling to her like a young one, nuzzling against her generous chest, Nangong Mili let out a light huff.

"Mili."

Enchanted by the touching scene of master and disciple, Lu Changsheng settled next to them and drew near.

Suddenly, Nangong Mili sensed her lips captured by his soft kiss, rendering her speechless as she shot glares at this despicable fellow’s eyes.

However, facing the combined advances of her lover and her disciple, Nangong Mili’s delicate body yielded swiftly.

In that instant, a cool sensation brushed her chest, followed by a fragrant heat that enveloped her, sending a jolt through her frame and stirring an urge to protest.

But with her mouth claimed by Lu Changsheng, his commanding presence drawing away her breath, she couldn’t utter a word.

"Master~ Mother~"

Meng Xiaochan shared a deep bond with Nangong Mili, addressing one another as mother and daughter on their initial travels.

Now alone in their quarters, boundaries dissolved, allowing affectionate words to flow freely.

"Little Chan, you’ve gone too far...."

Nangong Mili’s watery phoenix eyes brimmed with embarrassment and frustration, yearning to push back yet held firm by Lu Changsheng’s strong grasp, surrendering to their whims.

"Mili, dear Mili."

Sensing the beauty’s quivering body, Lu Changsheng surged with delight, murmuring soothingly against her warm earlobe.

"Little Chan..."

Shortly after, as Lu Changsheng observed the woman melting in his arms, quaking softly, he tapped Meng Xiaochan’s rounded hip, signaling her to tend to their master properly.

Before long, Nangong Mili’s brows knitted tightly, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

Her phoenix eyes gleamed with mist and luster, like gentle waves stirred on a spring pond by a soft breeze, overflowing with soft desire, her resentments fading away.

...

As night fell, lanterns flickered to life.

Oblivious to the passing hours, tranquility at last settled over the timeless Cave Mansion in the City Lord’s Mansion.

Nangong Mili, a Late Stage Core Formation powerhouse, elegant and seductive, her curves full yet supple, lay exhausted and lost in haze.

Beneath her arched brows resembling distant misty peaks, her long, exquisite phoenix eyes held boundless seductive allure, ensnaring the viewer’s heart.

"You’ve tugged my hair!"

Regaining her breath, Nangong Mili scolded Lu Changsheng in a chilly tone, though her words carried an unintended allure, devoid of any real menace.

While her complaints had eased, this rogue believed he had conquered her completely, deploying his schemes whenever he pleased.

As she spoke, she cast a reproachful look toward her flushed-faced disciple Meng Xiaochan.