klisemfg Chapter 2179
Chapter 2179
"Oh, where did that fierce determination you had when you were yelling at me and threatening to grind me to dust go? Now that you're a prisoner, you're saying these things?"
Chen Xuan chuckled and simply lay down on the soft couch, pulling Xia Jiuyou off balance with a tug of his wrist. Xia Jiuyou fell onto him, their noses touching and their breaths mingling.
"Come, my good fairy, your master is here, why don't you serve me obediently?" Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, a playful smile surging in his eyes, his fingertips gently caressing her waist.
Xia Jiuyou trembled as if struck by lightning. Her usually cold eyes were now filled with fear, and her voice trembled as she said, "You...you promised me that you would never force me to do that kind of thing!"
Chen Xuan was taken aback at first, then chuckled and gently patted her pert buttocks with his palm.
With a soft "snap," Xia Jiuyou shrank back in shock, her cheeks instantly burning hot, as if they were smeared with rouge and almost bleeding. Her cry was tinged with tears.
"How could I have known then that a thousand years later you would be so scheming for revenge?" Chen Xuan lifted her chin with his fingertips, his gaze slowly sweeping over her tear-streaked face, his tone tinged with coldness.
"I saved your life back then, and you turn around and try to kill me. Does that mean you get to have all the good things in the world?"
“You… Chen Xuan, let’s keep things separate! I haven’t forgotten the kindness you showed me back then, but today’s outcome is another matter entirely. How can you lump them together?” Seeing the softening in Chen Xuan’s eyes up close, Xia Jiuyou’s heart stirred slightly. She quickly propped herself up against his chest and stood up a little, her tone unconsciously softening.
"I was wrong this time. I shouldn't have repaid kindness with enmity... Please forgive me this time, okay?" She lowered her eyes, tears still clinging to her long eyelashes. Her usual shrewd and aloof saintly demeanor was completely gone, leaving only the vulnerability of a young woman.
Chen Xuan raised an eyebrow and pinched her reddened earlobe with his fingertips: "Do you take me, Chen Xuan, for a pushover?"
Before he finished speaking, he moved his hands slightly, and there were several crisp tearing sounds – the immortal silk on Xia Jiuyou's body had lost its spiritual power enhancement and was now no different from ordinary cloth. With a little force from him, it was torn to pieces.
The pale blue tube top barely covered her proud curves, and the fur trousers woven from silkworm silk slipped down halfway, revealing her fair, smooth legs, the skin so delicate it seemed as if you could squeeze water out of them.
"Ah! Chen Xuan, I'll fight you to the death!" Xia Jiuyou was completely stunned, her shame and despair intertwined. She gripped her clothes tightly with both hands, her nails almost digging into her palms, and suddenly leaned forward to grab Chen Xuan's neck.
Chen Xuan flipped over, pressing her down like a cloud, his palms gripping her wrists and pinning them to her sides. His breath brushed against her ear: "Fairy, the timing, location, and people are all in my hands. Do you think resistance will be of any use?"
Xia Jiuyou was a once-in-a-millennium genius of the Nine Nether Holy Land. Her stunning beauty shook the Nine Nether Domain, and countless holy sons were willing to spend a fortune to win a smile from her.
But now, her cultivation is sealed, her clothes are torn, and she is pinned down by her enemy, unable to move. Her former pride and dignity are shattered into pieces.
"Waaah...waaah..." She could no longer hold back, and tears rolled down like broken pearls, splashing onto the brocade couch and leaving damp marks.
Chen Xuan had only intended to give her a good scolding, but seeing her crying so sadly, his teasing intentions vanished considerably.
He flipped his hand and took out a fairy feather robe, which he lightly tossed onto her, his tone tinged with impatience: "Why are you crying? You and Zixian are the complete opposites—if it were her, even with a knife to her throat, she would never show weakness like this."
Xia Jiuyou hastily wrapped his feather robe around his neck. Hearing this, he trembled with anger. Humiliation and shame surged into his heart. Ignoring the fact that his cultivation was sealed, he suddenly pounced on him from behind, wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, and lowered his head to bite his shoulder and neck.
This bite was quite forceful, yet it was filled with resentment, like a cat with its fur standing on end.
Chen Xuan's teeth itched from her biting, so he spun around and threw her over his shoulder, tossing her onto the bed in the side hall.
With a soft "bang," Xia Jiuyou had just propped herself up when a dark shadow loomed over her. Before she could even open her mouth to apologize, her red lips were firmly sealed, and a tingling current spread through her limbs and bones.
"Damn it, do you really think I have no temper?" Chen Xuan's voice was a little hoarse.
At the same time, in the Immortal Mountain Dao Discussion Square, Chen Xuan's second primordial spirit suddenly had a slight pause in his gaze, and the wine cup in his fingertips wobbled, almost spilling the fine wine.
The intense sensations from his own body surged like a tidal wave, causing even his primordial spirit to ripple.
Not far away, Qiu Zixian's delicate body suddenly trembled, and a tingling sensation spread through her limbs and bones. She frowned slightly, thinking that she had been too exhausted from the previous battle. She apologized to Chen Xuan, then sat down cross-legged and began to regulate her breathing by making hand seals.
She circulated her spiritual power to suppress it for a moment, and the strange feeling gradually dissipated, but she still had doubts in her heart—this feeling came too strangely.
How could she have imagined that this was due to the connection between Chen Xuan himself and Xia Jiuyou?
Although she was nominally Chen Xuan's Daoist partner, the two always maintained a restrained relationship, only kissing when they pledged their love and holding hands on ordinary days.
In her mind, the original self had always been a perfectionist when it came to emotions, so how could she do such a thing with others during this time of discussion?
The discussion continued. After a fierce battle, Lu Xueqi and the Yellow Spring Saintess both had flushed faces. They nodded to each other and then returned to their respective immortal abodes to meditate and digest their insights.
Immediately afterwards, the Holy Son, Tianmang, and Fusheng of Dao Yi Holy Land, along with Han Jiuling, Zixia, Feng Yao Holy Maiden, and others, made their appearances. Sword light and rosy light intertwined, and the sound of the Great Dao echoed.
Chen Xuan was naturally invited down to the stage by the crowd.
Before his departure, the sect leader's warning to "hide your strength and guard your simplicity" still echoed in his ears. When he made his move, he left room for maneuver, only revealing a level of understanding of the Great Dao that was slightly better than that of Dao Yi and others. He dismantled the sword moves with ease, neither losing face nor revealing his trump cards.
More than ten outstanding talents took turns discussing the Dao, and time flew by like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall; ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
When everyone emerged from seclusion, they were all radiant, their brows beaming with the joy of breakthroughs—these ten days of exchange had allowed each of them to glimpse a corner of the Great Dao, a gain far exceeding what they had achieved through a hundred years of solitary cultivation.
Meanwhile, in the secluded valley of the Immortal Mountain Small World, inside the white jade immortal mansion, Chen Xuan's true form and Xia Jiuyou had been spending ten days together in this immortal mansion.
The saying goes, "familiarity breeds fondness," but for Chen Xuan, these ten days were a genuine tempering of his Dao heart.
Imagine, a stunningly beautiful saintess standing by his side like a mortal, her resistance tinged with naivety, her desire to conquer him washing over his Dao heart like a tidal wave. If his Dao heart had not been so steadfast, he would have already succumbed.
Countless times he was on the verge of losing control, but he managed to stop himself in time thanks to his extraordinary composure and Daoist spirit. This ordeal was even more difficult than a thousand years of arduous cultivation.
Xia Jiuyou initially thought she would inevitably lose her virginity to Chen Xuan, but time and time again when she was on the verge of her bottom line, Chen Xuan always managed to stop in time.
Later, after experiencing everything she was supposed to touch and kiss, she lost her initial fear and was left with only a feeling of frustration—was this demon really just using her to temper her Dao heart?
Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Chen Xuan's sharply defined profile.
Xia Jiuyou nestled in his arms, her fingertips unconsciously tracing his chest. A sly glint suddenly flashed in her eyes, and a bold thought began to grow in her heart: "Chen Xuan, you demon, you actually used me to temper your Dao heart?"
She looked up at Chen Xuan's chin, a provocative smile playing on her lips: "Watch how I break your foundation and corrupt your Dao heart!"