145: Chapter 145 The promised baptism ended up on the bed?

The ribbon loosened.

The white silk Undergarment slid down Yuan Miaoyu's shoulders, revealing rounded shoulders and delicate collarbones.

The silk paused for a moment as it passed over her chest, caught for half a breath by the full curves, before losing its final support.

It fell down past her waist, brushing past her flat belly and that golden inverted triangle Law Divine Pattern, finally landing silently by her bare ankles.

A Silver Chain jingled once.

Moonlight filtered through the window lattice, spilling over her and coating every inch of her skin in a cold white halo.

She stood there, completely naked.

Her long hair hung to her waist, just barely covering the golden wing patterns on either side of her lower back, but unable to hide any of the view from the front.

Below the collarbones, two full and perky snow Peaks were exposed to the air without any obstruction.

Her waist swayed slightly, her dimples deep, and the golden heart-shaped Divine Pattern on her lower abdomen flickered with her rapid breathing.

Further down, her legs were long and straight; when pressed together, her knees turned inward slightly, and her toes curled in tension against the cold floor.

Her face was burning red, reaching her ears and neck, spreading all the way down past her collarbones.

In her cool eyes, there was nervousness and shyness, but even more so, a nearly stubborn determination.

She didn't use her hands to cover herself.

Both hands hung at her sides, fingertips clenched, her whole body trembling slightly.

But her back remained ramrod straight.

Lu Chen stood rooted to the spot.

His pupils constricted sharply, his Adam's apple bobbed twice, and a surge of heat rushed from his nose straight to the crown of his head; he abruptly raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, forcibly suppressing that heat.

He took two steps back, his back hitting the door panel.

"Miaoyu!"

Lu Chen's voice cracked, his throat feeling as if it were stuffed with crushed stones.

"What are you doing? I was talking about a proper baptism! You don't have to take off your clothes!"

Yuan Miaoyu did not retreat.

She took a step forward barefoot, the Silver Chain making a faint sound as it dragged across the floor; moonlight flowed over her, from shoulder to waist, from waist to leg, every step drawing his gaze toward all the places he shouldn't be looking.

"Emperor Yun."

Her voice was very soft, with a hint of raspiness, the kind born from a throat dry with nervousness.

"Miaoyu knows."

She took another step forward, leaving only two feet between them.

"But my Revered Master also broke through via Dual Cultivation; that is the deepest form of baptism, is it not?"

Lu Chen's temples throbbed.

Yao Xi! Good job, Yao Xi! Look at what you've done! It's one thing for you to engage in Dual Cultivation yourself, but you even set an example for your Saintess!

Yuan Miaoyu looked up, her cool eyes now burning with a scorching fire.

On the surface, she was cool and ethereal, but inside, her heart had been churning for who knows how many days.

From the moment Lu Chen endured the Lightning Tribulation for Yao Xi, from the moment the image of him standing bare-chested in the vast sea of lightning was etched into her mind, from the half-breath he spent bending down to pin the hairpin for her.

All that coolness was a facade. All that indifference was endurance.

Tonight at midnight, the Saintess of Yaochi came to knock on the Emperor's door, wearing only Undergarments, Lip Rouge, and a Silver Chain around her ankle.

She wasn't here to receive a baptism.

She was here to offer herself.

Lu Chen gave a series of bitter smiles, his body pressing against the door as he slid to the side.

"No! You're only at the Peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm. I'm afraid my Great Emperor's Yang Qi is too heavy, and your delicate body won't be able to handle it!"

He turned, about to pull the door open.

Just as his hand touched the door, a cold, soft body pressed against him from behind.

Yuan Miaoyu wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her entire body pressing tightly against his back.

Her face was pressed between his shoulder blades, her cold nose against the skin of his nape, her breath rapid and hot.

Those two soft, full sensations were clearly felt from his back, rising and falling slightly with her breath; through the thin layer of his white robe, the temperature made his scalp tingle.

"Emperor Yun."

"This is my choice. I have a reason why I must do this!"

Lu Chen didn't move.

Yuan Miaoyu released her hold on his waist and moved around to his front.

She looked up, her slender fingers grasping his collar as she stood on her tiptoes.

Her red lips pressed against his.

Cold, soft, with the faint sweetness of Lip Rouge.

Her kiss was very unpracticed; her teeth bumped against his lips before she frantically adjusted her angle, her tongue clumsily probing in, hesitating for a moment at his teeth before barging in recklessly.

Her fingers locked behind Lu Chen's head, giving him no room to retreat.

She pressed her entire body against him, the softness of her chest squeezing tightly against his, deformed into two exaggerated shapes by the pressure.

This kiss lasted a long time.

So long that Yuan Miaoyu's legs went weak, and she had to lean against Lu Chen's body to keep from sliding down.

When their lips parted, an ambiguous silver thread pulled between them, glinting in the moonlight before breaking.

Yuan Miaoyu panted, her face burning hot, but her eyes showed no retreat.

"I don't regret it. This is the path I have chosen."

"I have a request."

Lu Chen looked at her.

Under the moonlight, the Saintess of Yaochi was pressed against him completely naked, her lips swollen, her eyes watery, her chest heaving violently, and the Silver Chain on her ankle jingling softly.

Purity and madness collided.

Holiness and indulgence were squeezed into the same body.

The impact of this contrast was more fatal than Jiang Yi's dominance, Nangong Waner's morbidity, and Yao Xi's obsession combined.

Lu Chen's already riddled-with-holes Dao Heart of abstinence gave one last crisp crack at this moment.

It shattered, completely shattered.

This was already a series of broken precepts; his Dao Heart was no longer firm, and he felt as if he had found the feeling of being young in his previous life!

Yuan Miaoyu didn't give him any more time to think.

She pressed her hands against his chest, leaning her weight forward to push him directly against the door panel, and then threw herself into his arms.

Her cold body pressed against his warm chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her long hair scattered between them, the Silver Chain jingling.

Lu Chen looked down and saw the jade-sculpted body in his arms trembling slightly, saw the golden wing patterns on her lower back flickering with her breath, and saw her ears so red they seemed ready to bleed.

Lu Chen awakened.

Lu Chen reached out his right hand, fingers spread wide, and firmly gripped her lower back.

The moment his palm covered those golden wing patterns, Yuan Miaoyu's body suddenly stiffened, and a very thin, almost inaudible moan escaped from deep in her throat.

His left hand slid up her back, cradling the back of her head, his fingers threading through her disheveled long hair.

He picked her up by the waist and turned away from the door.

Yuan Miaoyu's legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, her entire being hanging off him, her long legs squeezing his sides, the Silver Chain on her ankle jingling against his lower back.

Lu Chen walked to the Cloud Bed in three steps.

He let go.

Yuan Miaoyu was tossed onto the soft Cloud Bed, her long hair spreading out; the black hair and white bed made her entire person seem to glow with whiteness.

She lay on her back, her chest heaving violently; due to her position, those two snow Peaks spread slightly to the sides but remained perky and full.

The golden heart-shaped Divine Pattern on her lower abdomen was clearly visible in the moonlight, flickering with her rapid breathing.

She didn't cover herself, nor did she close her eyes.

Those cool eyes stared straight at Lu Chen standing by the bed, the fire burning within them having already grown into a prairie fire.

Lu Chen untied the belt of his white robe.

He was throwing caution to the wind now.

Since he was already accepting all who came, he would no longer pretend to be some paragon of virtue like Liu Xiaohui.

The Great Emperor's Origin power surged from within him, forming a visible layer of golden mist between the two.

The extremely Pure Yang Origin and the Extreme Yin power of the West Emperor Scripture within Yuan Miaoyu's body resonated with each other; a natural Dual Cultivation resonance was established even before their skin touched.

Lu Chen leaned down, one hand propped by her ear, the other pinching her chin, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips.

"Miaoyu."

"Mm."

"As for that matter you mentioned, we'll talk about it later."

"Now, baptism first."

The corners of Yuan Miaoyu's mouth curved slightly, her voice trembling.

"Okay."

The Cloud Bed began to rock.

The isolation Formation sealed all sounds within the room, but the Spiritual Qi fluctuations caused by the resonance of Laws could not be completely hidden.

Above the guest room, a Spiritual Qi vortex formed silently, and the aura of Yin and Yang blending permeated the air.

In his mind, the System's loli voice drifted over faintly.

[Host, what happened to the promised cleansing of tendons and marrow? Which tendon is being cleansed? Which marrow is being refined?]

Lu Chen blacklisted the System in his heart.

The promised baptism actually ended up on the bed.

These female fairies of the cultivation world are truly more fierce than the last.

While sighing, he completely surrendered to the pure bliss.

The System's loli voice drifted over with a poem.

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The Saintess of Yaochi shies under the moon, wearing Undergarments to actively seek him.

Snow Peaks first revealed as Silver Chains jingle, her jade body lies horizontal on the soft cloud couch.

The Great Emperor's abstinence shatters like paper, the Fairy receives favor, her desires hard to sate.

Yin and Yang converge as the Spiritual Platform shakes, the baptism finally reaches the bed's sorrow.

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Yaochi Back Mountain, Pavilion.

Yao Xi abruptly stood up from her prayer mat, her Supreme Realm Divine Sense exploding into the night.

She felt it.

From the direction of the guest room, the Spiritual Qi fluctuations of Yin and Yang Dual Cultivation.

Her teacup shattered on the ground.

"My good Miaoyu! Good, very good~"

Yu Yao sat nearby, her phoenix eyes curving into crescents as she held her teacup and blew gently on it.

"Disciple, stay calm. This is the Saintess you personally raised; you must endure!"