296: Chapter 296 How did things go?

On Holy Lord Peak, clouds and mist swirled, and spiritual energy was abundant, just like a fairyland.

Inside the magnificent, palace-like bedchamber of Holy Lord Xu Yan, the atmosphere was exceptionally ambiguous.

"Senior Sister Holy Lord Xu Yan!"

Ye Xuan stretched out his left hand with an awkward expression, quickly wiping away the nosebleed at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, his right hand was still tightly gripping Holy Lord Xu Yan's fair, delicate jade foot.

"Bad junior brother, hurry up and let me go! Also, if you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Holy Lord Xu Yan's cheeks instantly flushed with a charming crimson hue, and she glared fiercely at her junior brother, scolding him coquettishly.

Following this, she forcefully pulled her delicate jade foot from Ye Xuan's large hand and tucked her legs into her loose cyan immortal dress.

"Senior Sister, are you really willing to gouge them out?"

Ye Xuan looked at the blushing Holy Lord Xu Yan with a cheeky grin and teased her.

At the same time, he sniffed the hand that had just touched Holy Lord Xu Yan's jade foot, as if her intoxicating body fragrance still lingered on it, identical to the fragrance on his master, Master Shen Xi.

"Stinky junior brother, you are still as wicked as ever! Hurry up and leave, this senior sister needs to cultivate in peace."

Holy Lord Xu Yan was flushed with embarrassment from Ye Xuan's wicked gaze; she continued to glare fiercely at him with a charming, amorous expression, then spoke to him in a voice as melodious as heavenly music.

Afterward, she raised her slender jade hands, effortlessly sending Ye Xuan out of the Holy Lord's bedchamber, and then closed the bronze doors of the great hall.

"Senior Sister Holy Lord Xu Yan, this is clearly crossing the river and burning the bridge!"

Ye Xuan, having been teleported outside the great hall, shouted loudly at the tightly closed doors.

"It was just a quick look, stingy Senior Sister Holy Lord Xu Yan. It's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh, and I didn't even do anything to you..."

Ye Xuan muttered to himself while turning to leave his senior sister's Holy Lord Peak.

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Cangqiong Holy Land, Liyue Immortal Peak, where clouds and mist swirled, just like a fairyland.

"I heard that big bad guy has already returned. Why hasn't he come to visit me? It's truly infuriating!"

Murong Liyue stood in front of her cave dwelling, her beautiful eyes gazing at Sword Immortal Peak, which towered high above the nine heavens a hundred miles away, and whispered to herself.

Wisps of breeze gently brushed against her cyan immortal dress. As the wind blew, the cyan hem fluttered slightly, vaguely concealing her exquisite and curvaceous figure, making her appear incomparably graceful and alluring.

At this moment, her mind was filled with Ye Xuan's handsome face, which wore a wicked smile.

"With that big bad guy's talent, he will surely become the Saint Son of the Holy Land in the future. And I will definitely be able to defeat Lin Qingzhu and become the Saintess. By then, he will be the Saint Son, and I will be the Saintess, hee hee!"

As Murong Liyue thought of Ye Xuan, she couldn't help but reveal a doting smile.

"Little fatty, why aren't you cultivating properly and instead standing here sneakily? Is your skin itching again? Do you want a beating?"

Just then, a familiar voice reached her ears. Murong Liyue's delicate body trembled slightly, and she slowly turned around, catching sight of Ye Xuan with an evil, charming smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Big bad guy!" Murong Liyue's beautiful eyes flashed with intense and fervent affection, and her enchanting body fluttered toward Ye Xuan like a butterfly.

"Hiss—" "Little fatty, how dare you bump into me!" Ye Xuan tightly embraced the beauty in his arms and teased her.

"Ying ying—" "Big bad guy—"

Murong Liyue lifted her beautiful, flawless, and delicate face, her large eyes, clear and bright like autumn water, filled with infinite attachment to Ye Xuan.

"My Liyue has gained weight again!"

Looking at Murong Liyue's cute and naive appearance, Ye Xuan's heart couldn't help but soften. He extended his arms, tightly wrapping them around her slender waist, effortlessly lifted her up, and spun her around twice, as if she were as light as a feather.

"Big bad guy, I'm not fat! Besides, don't you like me like this?"

Murong Liyue blinked her large, lively, beautiful eyes, staring directly at Ye Xuan without blinking, and said with a hint of shyness on her face.

"Hmph, you dare to talk back to me? Is your skin itching again? Do you want me to give you a beating? I said you're fat, so you're fat!"

Ye Xuan stared fervently at Murong Liyue's pretty face, his tone firm and carrying a hint of irresistible authority.

"Big bad guy, you're so overbearing!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's threat to beat her, Murong Liyue's delicate body trembled slightly, and the autumn water in her beautiful eyes overflowed even more, exuding an irresistible, alluring charm.

"You actually dare to call this young master overbearing? Murong little fatty, you've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed, right? Hmph, let's see if this young master doesn't give you a good lesson today."

Ye Xuan's face was as calm as water, and dangerous light flashed in his star-like eyes. Without another word, he stepped forward, stretched out his arms, swept Murong Liyue into his embrace, and turned to walk toward her boudoir.

"Wuwuwu... big bad guy, can you not hit me..."

In Murong Liyue's boudoir, Murong Liyue, who had been pulled over and laid across Ye Xuan's lap, lifted her delicate little face, looked at Ye Xuan pitifully, and pleaded in a coquettish voice.

However, Ye Xuan remained completely unmoved. He raised his hand and swung it, mercilessly giving Murong Liyue's round and perky buttocks a slap.

"Pa—" The crisp sound echoed in the room.

"Ying—" Murong Liyue was instantly flushed with embarrassment. She quickly buried her little head into the quilt, and a sobbing sound soon came out.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he said in a low, teasing voice: "What, do you know you were wrong?"

However, the only answer he received was the muffled sobbing from inside the quilt.

"Pa—" Ye Xuan did not stop there; instead, he slapped her two more times in succession.

These two slaps were certainly not light, causing Murong Liyue's graceful body to tremble slightly.

Her already flushed cheeks were now like ripe apples, making one want to take a bite.

At this time, Murong Liyue had long lost her previous arrogance and could only sob in a low voice, curling up beside Ye Xuan's legs like a wounded little beast.

"Xu Yingying, take these Fire Source Crystals to that Murong Liyue."

At the Leng family's encampment, in a dark secret chamber, Leng Qianming, with a gloomy face, handed a bag of Fire Source Crystals tainted with an ominous curse to Xu Yingying, who was standing in front of him.

"Master, this servant understands."

Xu Yingying carefully took the storage bag and then respectfully said to Leng Qianming.

At this moment, there was still a lingering blush on her face, a trace left behind after an intense battle with the enemy just now.

"Hmm, go back now. Be careful on the way to avoid any unexpected incidents."

Leng Qianming waved his hand at Xu Yingying, signaling that she could leave.

Xu Yingying bowed again and then slowly retreated from the secret chamber.