238: Chapter 238 Hua Jieyu's Assistance

"Let's go, back to the surface."

Xu Chen, holding Wu Mingkong's hand, was just about to head towards the teleportation array at the center of the plaza.

"Sss..."

After taking only two steps, the Wu Mingkong beside him suddenly drew a soft breath, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, and her footsteps paused momentarily. In that instant, her originally ramrod-straight back stiffened a little, and her legs trembled uncontrollably.

Although she tried her utmost to conceal it, wanting to maintain the dignity of an empress, her body's instinctive reactions were impossible to hide.

Although the Nine Yin Severed Meridians had been resolved and her cultivation restored, the hours-long "high-intensity treatment" just now on the Dragon Throne had been far too taxing for her, experiencing such intimacy for the first time.

Now, with every step she took, her waist and legs felt as if they had been taken apart and reassembled, aching and weak, even carrying a strange, burning sensation.

"What's wrong?" Xu Chen stopped, looking at her with a knowing, mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"N-nothing."

Wu Mingkong bit her red lips, forcing herself to say, "It's just... just that these shoes don't fit quite right."

The excuse was so flimsy that even Mo Han couldn't help but glance over.

A mighty Quasi-Emperor expert, troubled by ill-fitting shoes?

"Oh, sister, no need to put on a brave face."

Hua Jieyu, who had been following alongside, suddenly covered her mouth with a light chuckle. Her peach-blossom eyes, which seemed capable of speech, swept over Wu Mingkong before finally settling on her slightly trembling legs.

"We're all sisters here, what's there to be shy about?"

Hua Jieyu swayed her slender waist as she approached, casually linking arms with Wu Mingkong's other side. "This is sister's first time, and the young master is a beast who doesn't know the meaning of being gentle with flowers. It's perfectly normal to feel sore in the waist and weak in the legs."

Having her physical condition exposed in public, and with terms like "first time" being used, Wu Mingkong's face flushed crimson instantly, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to disappear into.

"Y-you... don't talk nonsense!"

"Hehe, sister looks so pretty when she blushes."

Hua Jieyu laughed even more merrily. "But seriously, sister, forcing yourself to travel in your current state will be very uncomfortable. If you don't clear the meridians in time and massage away the stagnant qi and blood, you might not even be able to get out of bed tomorrow."

"Clear the meridians?"

Wu Mingkong instinctively looked at Xu Chen. The so-called "meridian clearing" from before had already left a deep psychological scar.

"Don't worry, this time it's a proper clearing."

As if seeing through her thoughts, Hua Jieyu patted her chest in assurance. "Although this humble one hails from the Hehuan Sect, my massage skills are a specialty. I guarantee sister will feel comfortable, not only relieving the soreness but also... hmm, experiencing another kind of pleasure."

With that, she turned to Xu Chen, giving him a flirtatious glance. "Young master, since we're not in a rush, why not let this humble one give sister a massage? It's also a good chance to teach her how to serve the young master better, beyond just lying there stiffly on the bed."

Hearing this, Xu Chen's heart stirred.

This girl Hua Jieyu, though usually appearing frivolous, really had an eye for things.

Although Wu Mingkong had accepted him psychologically, having been an empress for thousands of years, the pride and reserve in her bones were hard to shed completely in a short time.

Especially in those intimate matters, she was even more reserved.

If Hua Jieyu, this "old hand," could act as a lubricant in between, perhaps she could break through Wu Mingkong's psychological defenses faster, helping her truly integrate into this big family.

"Alright."

Xu Chen nodded, looking at Wu Mingkong. "Jieyu's technique is indeed good. You exerted yourself too much earlier. Let her massage you; you'll recover faster."

"This..."

Wu Mingkong hesitated. Having a woman she'd just met, and one who clearly wasn't the proper sort, massage her felt rather strange.

But under Xu Chen's encouraging gaze, and with her body truly aching unbearably, she finally nodded. "Then... I'll trouble you, sister."

"No trouble at all!"

Hua Jieyu cheered, pulling Wu Mingkong towards a side hall nearby. "Come on, sister! There's a soft couch here, just perfect."

Xu Chen watched the two women's retreating figures, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he leisurely followed.

Mo Han remained expressionless, guarding outside the hall as usual. When it came to such matters, she always avoided them if possible.

Inside the side hall.

Wu Mingkong lay somewhat stiffly on a soft couch covered with brocade.

Since her back needed massaging, she had to undo the dragon robe she had just put on, revealing large patches of snow-white skin.

"Sister's figure is truly exceptional."

Hua Jieyu praised sincerely as she applied a special essential oil to her hands. "This skin is even smoother than ten-thousand-year warm jade. And this waist-to-hip ratio... tsk tsk, no wonder the young master was so wild on the Dragon Throne earlier."

"C-can you not mention that..."

Wu Mingkong buried her face in the pillow in shame, only a flushed ear visible.

"Alright, alright, won't mention it."

Hua Jieyu's soft, boneless hands rested on Wu Mingkong's back, beginning to apply pressure slowly.

"Mmm..."

Wu Mingkong couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

It had to be said, Hua Jieyu's technique was indeed professional. Her fingers, carrying a trace of warm spiritual energy, pressed accurately onto every sore acupoint, gradually dispersing the accumulated fatigue.

"How is it, sister? Comfortable?"

"Mmm... it's... acceptable." Wu Mingkong's voice was muffled.

"That's more like it."

As she massaged, Hua Jieyu switched into "succubus tutorial" mode. "Although sister is an empress, in these matters, you're still too reserved. The young master, he might seem domineering, but he actually loves that contrast of being shy yet proactive."

"Contrast?" Wu Mingkong lifted her head, somewhat confused.

"It means being aloof and dignified on the surface, but obedient and submissive in front of the young master, even taking the initiative occasionally..."

Hua Jieyu leaned close to her ear, beginning to impart those blush-inducing secrets. "For example, earlier on the Dragon Throne, if sister hadn't just been passively enduring, but tried to..."

Hearing the outrageous words spilling from Hua Jieyu's mouth, Wu Mingkong's worldview was greatly shaken.

"Th-this... how can that be!"

She exclaimed, her face red as a ripe tomato. "Such things... are too shameless!"

"Sister, you're mistaken there."

Hua Jieyu corrected her with a serious expression. "The joys of the bedchamber are part of the natural order of human relations. What's shameless about it? As long as it makes your husband happy, that's the most proper business. Besides, doesn't sister want the young master to be more infatuated with you?"

These words struck directly at Wu Mingkong's weakness.

Although she wouldn't say it out loud, she was indeed anxious and insecure in her heart.

After all, Xu Chen was too outstanding. He surely had more than just her by his side. If she only knew how to maintain her empress's demeanor, would he grow tired of her over time?

"Then... what should I do?" Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"It's simple."

A flicker of cunning passed through Hua Jieyu's eyes as she glanced at Xu Chen, who was sitting nearby drinking tea and watching the show. "Young master, won't you come over and give some guidance? Relying on this humble one's words alone, sister won't be able to learn."

Xu Chen put down his teacup and walked over with a smile.

"How's the learning coming along?"

He reached out, caressing Wu Mingkong's smooth back, his fingers intertwining with Hua Jieyu's.

"Sister has a lot of talent, she's just too shy."

Hua Jieyu yielded her position, handing the stage to Xu Chen. "For the rest, it's better if the young master teaches personally. This humble one will demonstrate for sister from the side."

With that, she actually nestled close to Xu Chen, took one of his hands, and placed it on her own chest, looking at him with sultry eyes. "Just like this, learn to use your own advantages..."

Watching this scene, Wu Mingkong felt her cheeks burning and her heart racing.

This was simply... too absurd!

A dignified empress, actually learning how to please a man in this side hall.

But when Xu Chen's hand landed on her body again, that familiar electric sensation instantly shattered all her reason.

"Mingkong, don't you want to try?"

Xu Chen's voice was full of temptation. "What Jieyu said, though bold, is indeed quite interesting."

"I..."

Wu Mingkong bit her lip, glancing at Xu Chen, then at Hua Jieyu, who was looking at her with encouragement.

Finally, as if having made some resolution, she slowly turned over.

Although the dragon robe still half-covered her, the posture of offering herself spoke volumes.

"Then... husband, teach me."

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, uttering these words that could drive any man wild.

With Hua Jieyu's diligent assistance as the "teaching assistant," Wu Mingkong unlocked much new knowledge, gradually shedding that layer of aloof pretense, revealing the charm and allure belonging to a young woman.

Even at the end, blushing, she took the initiative to kiss Xu Chen's cheek. Though the action was clumsy, the sentiment behind it was incredibly precious.

"Alright, that's about enough."

Xu Chen helped her straighten her clothes and patted her head. "If we keep this up, it'll be dark soon."

Wu Mingkong was now too shy to look anyone in the eye, keeping her head bowed like a wronged little wife.

"Let's go. This time, we're really setting off."

Xu Chen took her hand and, holding the still-eager Hua Jieyu with his other hand, walked out of the side hall.

Outside the hall.

Mo Han still stood like a statue. Seeing the three emerge, especially seeing Wu Mingkong's peach-blossom face and spring-filled eyes, a flash of understanding passed through her gaze.

"Young master, shall we go?"

"Go."

The four returned to the teleportation array at the plaza's center.

Wu Mingkong took a deep breath, calming her emotions, and regained her empress's majestic demeanor. Only when she looked at Xu Chen, a deep attachment now colored her eyes.

As Xu Chen performed a hand seal, the ancient teleportation array emitted a low hum.

Intricate array patterns lit up one by one. Silver spatial energy slowly rose, enveloping the figures of the four.