150: Chapter 150 He still dares to secretly recover his profound energy

Ye Xuan was amused and angered by Murong Liyue's initiative to accept punishment, so he didn't hold back and directly slapped her a few times.

"Slap, slap, slap—"

"Wuwu, I told you to be gentler, but you still hit so hard." Murong Liyue turned her head, glaring at Ye Xuan with coy anger.

"In the future, don't call him 'Brother Leng' in front of me. If I hear it again, be careful or your butt will be blooming."

They were now about ten miles away from Yan City. Seeing this, Ye Xuan retracted the dunkong shuttle and landed on a large blue rock, carrying the disgruntled Murong Liyue.

"Aiya, can't you be a little gentler? My butt is all swollen now!"

Ye Xuan curled his lips into a smile. In Murong Liyue's eyes, this smile was practically the triumphant laughter of a big villain.

"Eh? Why are there so many people at the city gate? What happened? Are they welcoming some big shot?"

Murong Liyue looked at the grand scene at the gate of Yan City and muttered suspiciously.

"Giddyap, giddyap—"

Just then, three unicorns pulling a silver-white carriage came galloping from afar.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Wu Family guarding the city gate all became stirred up.

"That's a Tier 3 Light Unicorn, and the silver war chariot is a Heaven-grade Mystic Tool."

After looking, Murong Liyue said calmly, "Such low-grade trinkets can only cause a stir in this kind of barbaric land."

For Murong Liyue, who was born into a Saint Family, a unicorn paired with a Heaven-grade Mystic Tool was simply too childish.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see."

Ye Xuan also found it extremely boring, so he said casually and followed Murong Liyue into Yan City.

"Patriarch, the two young cultivators who just entered Yan City are not weak in strength. They should come from a big family. Do we need to invite them? To show off the style of our Wu Family?"

The Third Elder, Wu Feng, looked at the Patriarch, Patriarch Wu Meng, beside him and asked respectfully.

"Heh, extraordinary? What's extraordinary about them? I see that young boy only has the cultivation of the Spirit Profound Realm, and the young girl beside him is just a good-looking vase."

Patriarch Wu Meng didn't want to cause trouble, so he just said a few words casually. He felt that Ye Xuan was not qualified to be invited and focused his attention on his own child's silver war chariot.

"Hmm, Pretty Boy, when did you hide your cultivation at the Spirit Profound Realm?" Murong Liyue was very surprised that Ye Xuan actually possessed such a mystic technique capable of concealing his true strength.

"Alright, stop talking nonsense. Come on, let's go in and rest first."

After entering Yan City, Ye Xuan casually found an inn and opened a Heaven-grade room.

The method to conceal his aura was naturally the Evil God Art. The effect of this mystic art was truly significant; even some ordinary King Profound Realm experts could not discover his true cultivation.

Every time he arrived in a strange place, Ye Xuan was accustomed to hiding his own strength, which would allow him to deliver a fatal blow to any rats hiding in the dark.

After opening the room, Ye Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed to cultivate, while Murong Liyue kept asking questions incessantly.

"This is a habit I've had whenever I travel, and it's also a capability of my mystic art."

Upon hearing this, Murong Liyue vigilantly wrapped her jade hands around her body: "Then, Pretty Boy, why did you only book one room? Are you trying to do some bad things to me?"

"Heh, with that small frame of yours, me doing bad things to you? I don't have any interest in that."

Ye Xuan looked at Murong Liyue speechlessly: "I'm just afraid you'll run away, understand?"

As soon as she entered the room, she started chattering nonsense and was even narcissistic. Could that petite loli figure really arouse anyone? Was she underestimating Ye Xuan too much?

"Stop talking nonsense, or be careful, I'll spank your butt."

Ye Xuan's voice turned colder. Now was the time to rest; he couldn't let Little Fatty Murong cause trouble.

"Alright." This sound made Murong Liyue instantly quiet down. She sat to the side, supporting her exquisite little face with her small hands, watching Ye Xuan quietly, and for a moment, she was even a bit dazed.

"Detestable Pretty Boy, you look so good, but you act just like a big villain, hitting my butt. Wuwu, my butt still hurts now."

While thinking, Murong Liyue gently rubbed her butt, and from time to time, she looked at Ye Xuan with a complex gaze.

Northwest Great Territory, Yan City, Taigu Inn, inside a Heaven-grade room.

Wearing a purple short skirt, Murong Liyue had been quietly watching Ye Xuan, who was cultivating on the bed. Her large eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows kept rolling around, not knowing what she was thinking.

"I say, Little Fatty Murong, you've been staring straight at me for an hour. What's the matter, has my appearance already captivated you?"

Ye Xuan opened his tightly closed eyes and looked at Murong Liyue with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Just in this short while, Ye Xuan hadn't checked Little Fatty Murong's favorability, and he didn't expect it had already reached fifty-seven.

"Hmph! What's so good-looking about you? When was I staring at you?" Murong Liyue's pretty face blushed as she turned her little face away, afraid that Ye Xuan would notice something wrong.

"Yo, did you secretly restore your Mystic Power again just now? Come and massage my thighs and shoulders, and stop playing tricks."

Ye Xuan's divine sense gently swept through Murong Liyue's body, and he immediately sensed the existence of a trace of Mystic Power, calmly shattering the fluke in Murong Liyue's heart.

"You..." Murong Liyue's little face turned pale. She had no choice but to take small steps reluctantly, wiggling her little perky butt as she walked in front of Ye Xuan.

"Detestable Pretty Boy, you win. You won't even let me keep a little bit of Mystic Power?"

"Hmm, not bad, Little Fatty Murong. Your Fire Mystic Power does have some use after all. It's so scorching hot; it feels really comfortable."

Ye Xuan lay back on the bed contentedly, resting his head on Murong Liyue's thighs, feeling a wave of comfort.

Murong Liyue gritted her teeth and glared at Ye Xuan on her thighs, but her hands could only reluctantly carry a wisp of fire light as she slowly massaged the shoulders of this big villain.

"Hum, hum, hum—"

The scorching hot Mystic Power, which wouldn't burn his clothes, was applied bit by bit by Murong Liyue onto Ye Xuan's shoulders, and from time to time, she also massaged his arms for a while.

"Hmph, the little bit of Mystic Power I just recovered has all been used on you. I curse you to have no dao companion!"

After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Murong Liyue collapsed onto the bed, limp and powerless, speaking to Ye Xuan with great indignation.

"Is that how you curse me? If I really don't have a dao companion in the future, I'll snatch you, Murong Liyue, from Leng Qianming. Your appearance is barely enough to be my concubine."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan deliberately looked at Murong Liyue beside him with a slightly helpless gaze, then pretended to be disgusted and said, "Hmm, this figure should be good for childbearing. Not bad."

"You pervert, you big villain! I would never fancy you!" Murong Liyue's pretty face flushed slightly. She couldn't help but look at Ye Xuan's handsome face again, then said stubbornly, "Brother Leng is so powerful, you can't snatch me away from him!"