klisemfg Chapter 2258
Chapter 2258
"Hey, you're so unruly, I'll have to teach you a lesson today, you stinking woman, or you'll be climbing on the roof and tearing the tiles off the house sooner or later!"
Before Chen Xuan finished speaking, his figure flashed like a streak of light, and with a long arm, he swept Xia Jiuyou into his arms.
With their robes fluttering, the two ascended on the wind and landed on the second floor of the mansion in an instant. The carved beams and painted rafters were covered with a pale golden light, and spiritual mist swirled outside the window. The incense burning on the table was rising in wisps of smoke, transforming into wisps of crane phantoms.
Xia Jiuyou exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly made a hand seal with her fingertips. The Yellow Spring River, which was swirling around her and had a ghostly blue aura of death, returned to its sheath like a serpent, turning into a ray of clear light and disappearing into her sleeve.
The next second, she felt a chill all over her body, followed by a hot, firm texture that pressed against her, carrying Chen Xuan's unique, clear Daoist charm and masculine energy, instantly overwhelming her senses.
"I was wrong, I was wrong! Please forgive me, Chen Xuan... Waaah, I'll never do it again, okay?" Xia Jiuyou's eyes were red, her voice was trembling with tears, and she gently pushed against his chest with her slender hand, but her fingertips touched a hot and firm muscle, and her cheeks instantly turned red.
Chen Xuan was not about to give up. His fingertips traced across her delicate skin, his movements carrying a hint of domineering force.
In a short while, the atmosphere inside the residence suddenly heated up, and the spiritual mist seemed to be tinged with an ambiguous pink. Xia Jiuyou's eyes gradually became hazy, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she had a charmingly coy air about her.
"When...when will you undergo your tribulation?" Chen Xuan's mind surged like the ebb and flow of tides. He suppressed his surging desires, his eyes reddening, and his breath slightly rapid as he asked—the restlessness of his primordial yang, accumulated over ten thousand years, was almost breaking through the shackles of reason.
"Well... well, I can only undergo my tribulation after Qiu Zixian has completed hers first." Xia Jiuyou's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of shyness. "Calm down, I'll be... yours sooner or later."
Chen Xuan shook his head violently, held her head, and whispered, "You'er, help me."
Xia Jiuyou was still confused, her bright eyes full of doubt: How can I help? Why are you pressing my head down?
At this critical moment, the small tower in Chen Xuan's sea of consciousness suddenly emitted a clear and melodious tower sound!
An invisible shockwave of divine consciousness pierced Chen Xuan's sea of consciousness like a sharp blade, carrying an undeniable warning.
"Boy, are you crazy?!" Little Tower's voice was filled with anger. "If you release your primordial energy now, all the accumulation and refinement of ten thousand years of hard work will be destroyed in an instant. Do you still want to conceive a perfect offspring?!"
"Ah... Oh! Yes, yes, yes!" Chen Xuan was struck by lightning and instantly woke up. He pulled Xia Jiuyou back, his expression still showing some lingering heat and panic.
Xia Jiuyou was taken aback by his sudden action. She looked up at him with a simple and puzzled expression: "Tell me, how exactly can I help you?"
Chen Xuan took a few deep breaths, his fingertips forming a calming mantra, and faint golden Dao patterns rippled around his body, gradually calming his disordered immortal energy.
He forced a smile and waved his hand, "No need, no need. By the way, haven't you always wanted to comprehend the Yellow Springs Dao? Hurry back to your Glazed Immortal Abode and go into seclusion, don't delay."
Seeing his fickle nature—he was so passionate just moments ago, but now he was avoiding her like the plague—Xia Jiuyou couldn't help but let out a soft snort. A hint of grievance flashed in her eyes, and her figure transformed into a streak of dark blue light, instantly disappearing from the spot.
All that remained was a small, white, crystal-clear immortal abode on the bed, exuding a faint, sacred aura of immortality, exquisitely crafted like a work of art.
"Damn it, what kind of mess have I made?" Chen Xuan cursed under his breath, then sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his hands forming a mudra, his body surrounded by immortal light, his consciousness sinking into his sea of consciousness, gradually restoring his calm and undisturbed state of mind.
For the next few days, everything on Beiming Peak was peaceful and serene.
A misty haze hangs in the air, exotic flowers and rare herbs exude fragrance, cranes soar gracefully amidst the sea of clouds, and clear springs gurgle and murmur.
Chen Xuan and Xia Jiuyou were just like an ordinary young couple, sometimes strolling hand in hand on the mountaintop, watching the stars revolve; sometimes sitting opposite each other, sipping tea, discussing philosophy and metaphysics. The romantic interlude of that night never happened again—after all, the restraint of "wanting to eat but not being able to" was really agonizing.