293: Chapter 293 Master and Succubus: Midnight "Tactical Exchange"

Night fell, and the stars dotted the sky above the Xu Family Imperial Palace like crushed diamonds.

After a day of revelry celebrating the addition of four Divine Fetuses in a single day, the entire Di Prefecture finally washed away the noise and immersed itself in the quiet night.

Using the excuse of "consolidating his Saint King Realm," Xu Chen exited the celebration banquet in the main hall early.

He first went to the backyard to visit Liu Hanyan and Xiao Yu respectively, confirming that both women had fallen into a peaceful sleep under the nourishment of the Hongmeng Origin. Only then, with his hands behind his back, did he slowly walk toward his exclusive side hall, stepping on the clear moonlight covering the ground.

After stepping into the Saint King Realm, Xu Chen's perception had undergone a qualitative transformation.

Without needing to intentionally release his Divine Sense, the light sound of falling leaves within a hundred-mile radius, the hibernation of spiritual insects in the soil, and even the flow trajectory of every wisp of Spiritual Qi in the air were all imprinted in his Sea of Consciousness like the lines on his palm.

Just as he stepped into the courtyard where the side hall was located, Xu Chen's footsteps paused slightly.

A playful smile flashed in his deep black eyes. Within his perception network, his side hall, which was usually only used for secluded cultivation, actually hid two familiar breathing sounds.

The owners of these two breaths were intentionally suppressing their voices, engaging in some kind of secret exchange.

One breath was as charming as silk, its tail end carrying a seductive charm, making even the surrounding air seem stained with an ambiguous scent of rouge. This was undoubtedly the Hehuan Saintess, that unreserved, pure-desire succubus, Hua Jieyu.

The other breath was steady and long, carrying the unique clarity and dignity of a Sword Cultivator. However, at this moment, this breath belonging to the Sword Immortal Revered Master Ye Qingwu seemed a bit weak and disorganized, even revealing a hint of unspeakable panic.

The Hehuan Saintess and the Sword Immortal Revered Master?

What were these two women with polar opposite personalities doing in his bedchamber in the middle of the night?

Xu Chen raised an eyebrow, withdrew his aura, and stopped outside the carved window lattice like a ghost. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze penetrating the window paper as thin as a cicada's wing, casting it deep into the hall.

Only two dim Mermaid Tear Candles burned in the hall. Under the flickering yellow halo, a scene sufficient to make the Dao Heart of any hot-blooded male cultivator collapse crashed straight into Xu Chen's eyes.

The way the two women were dressed tonight interpreted the word "revealing" to the bone.

Hua Jieyu was still in her signature purple silk dress, but the slit of the skirt had been pulled up to her waist by her, exposing a large area of snow-white, delicate skin to the air. Every movement was filled with thick charm.

What truly made Xu Chen's blood boil was Ye Qingwu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

This Sword Immortal Revered Master, who usually wrapped her entire body in a wide, plain white Daoist robe and was high and inviolable, was actually wearing a semi-transparent black lace gauze dress that clearly belonged to Hua Jieyu!

The size of the gauze dress appeared excessively tight for Ye Qingwu's mature and plump figure, which had been tempered by years of sword practice without a trace of excess fat.

The proud curves on her chest were almost bursting through the fragile black gauze. Her two straight and slender jade legs were crossed, appearing indistinctly under the semi-transparent fabric, tearing the contrast between coldness and temptation to the extreme.

At this time, Hua Jieyu was holding a white jade ruler, like a strict tutor, lightly tapping her palm.

"Revered Master Sister, your posture just now was still too stiff."

Hua Jieyu's voice was sweet and delicate, with a hint of disappointment. Relying on her expertise in this field, she acted as a tactical instructor: "You are a peerless Sword Immortal; your body control and flexibility are among the best in the world. But in front of the Young Lord, you can't always treat yourself as an unsheathed sword. You must learn to shed that resistant Sword Qi, understand weakness, and learn to cater."

While speaking, Hua Jieyu simply lay on the bed, her waist suddenly sinking downward, showing an exaggerated posture with an amazing figure and overflowing charm.

Outside the window, Xu Chen watched those breathtaking curves, his Adam's apple rolling uncontrollably.

On the bed, Ye Qingwu watched with crimson jade cheeks, even her slender, white swan-like neck was stained with a burning pink. She bit her moist lower lip hard, her hands helplessly twisting the hem of her skirt, like a clumsy apprentice who encountered a profound sword manual and didn't know where to start.

"Cater?"

Ye Qingwu took a deep breath and began to analyze in a serious tone as if discussing the Great Dao: "But... Chener's Hongmeng Body is too overbearing, and he acts without any scruples. If I completely shed my protective Sword Qi, in such a stormy Dual Cultivation, I fear I will lose control completely, falling into a mere Cauldron that only knows how to take, ruining my Dao Heart."

Seeing the Revered Master's appearance of studying Bedchamber Arts as if they were a life-and-death battle, Hua Jieyu lightly tapped the edge of the bed with the jade ruler.

"My good sister, falling for the Young Lord—how is that ruining your Dao Heart?" Hua Jieyu leaned into Ye Qingwu's ear and lowered her voice, "Look at those two young mistresses from the Dan Tower today; they added four Divine Fetuses in a single day, enjoying infinite glory. If we sisters continue to put on airs and don't take the initiative, in this vast Inner Palace, let alone competing for favor, we might not even see the Young Lord's face many times in the future."

This sentence turned into a sharp sword, accurately piercing Ye Qingwu's final psychological defense.

Watching Liu Hanyan and Xiao Yu take all the spotlight, Ye Qingwu appeared calm on the surface, but the unyielding Sword Cultivator pride deep in her heart had long been triggered. To stabilize her position in Xu Chen's heart, this peerless Sword Immortal, who once made the nine provinces shine with a cold sword light, finally decided to completely crush her reserve.

Ye Qingwu closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently.

She endured the sense of shame that was about to burn away her reason and, following Hua Jieyu's previous teaching, slowly leaned down on the bed. Her beautiful legs, which had performed peerless movement techniques for years, bent at an incredible angle, revealing her mature and seductive curves without reservation.

"Yes! Just like that! Put away the coldness in your eyes; use that... that kind of gaze that looks like you want to be bullied ruthlessly by the Young Lord and dragged down from the altar!" Hua Jieyu pointed excitedly from the side.

Standing outside the window, the Saint King blood in Xu Chen's body exploded like a basin of scalding hot oil being poured down.

The ice-pure and jade-clean Sword Immortal Revered Master was actually humbly asking a succubus for advice on Bedchamber Arts just to please him.

This mix of transgression and contrast-induced stimulation caused the aggressiveness in Xu Chen's eyes to go completely out of control.

Creak—

The heavy hall door was suddenly pushed open by Xu Chen with one hand.

The night wind poured into the hall, causing the flames of the two Mermaid Tear Candles to flicker violently, lengthening the overlapping shadows of the three people.

The two women on the bed, immersed in "teaching," were struck like lightning.

Ye Qingwu's Sword Cultivator instinct made her spring up instantly, a cold Sword Qi subconsciously condensing at her fingertips. But when her gaze met Xu Chen's half-smiling face, the Sword Qi dissipated in an instant.

She frantically grabbed a nearby brocade quilt, trying to hide the lace gauze dress with very little fabric on her body. She stiffly shrunk into the corner of the bed, her eyes darting around, her tongue completely tied: "Chen... Chener? Why... why did you come over at this time?"

Hua Jieyu's reaction was entirely different.

This pure-desire succubus only froze for half a breath before keenly capturing the undisguised fiery aggressiveness around Xu Chen. Her peach-blossom eyes turned, and she giggled as she twisted her water-snake waist, pressing against Xu Chen's chest like she had no bones.

"The night is long, Young Lord. Does This servant need to go and prepare water for your bath?" Hua Jieyu intentionally rubbed her chest against Xu Chen's arm, looking up and breathing like an orchid.

Xu Chen wrapped his arm around Hua Jieyu's slender waist, which could be held in one hand, and kicked back carelessly with his right leg.

Bang.

The two hall doors slammed shut tightly. Immediately afterward, the concealment Law belonging to a Saint King turned into an invisible barrier, completely sealing the entire side hall, isolating it from the heavenly mechanism and all external investigation.

After finishing all this, Xu Chen strode to the bed.

He sat astride the edge of the bed in a dominant manner, and the sturdy red sandalwood bed frame beneath him let out a dull protest.

His deep gaze was like a physical substance, scanning inch by inch over the flustered Ye Qingwu, finally stopping on her blushing face.

"Without giving advance notice, how could I see the Revered Master and Miss Hua discussing such profound 'learning'?"

Xu Chen's tone was lazy, with a hint of undisguised playfulness. He reached out two well-defined fingers, forcibly pinching Ye Qingwu's smooth chin, forcing her to raise those cold eyes filled with mist to meet his own.

"Weren't you learning very seriously just now? Why is it that as soon as the disciple arrives, the Revered Master instead stiffens like a block of wood?"

One "disciple," one "Revered Master"—these words pushed the already thick atmosphere of transgression in the hall to its peak.

Ye Qingwu felt weak all over, her hands clutching the corner of the quilt tightly, even her breathing becoming scorching hot.

Xu Chen let go of his hand and leaned back slightly, his gaze shifting back and forth between the succubus and the Sword Immortal, like a king patrolling his territory, radiating an irresistible pressure.

He raised his hand and tapped twice on the empty space on the bed.

"The cultivation world has an old saying: what is learned from paper is always shallow; one must practice it personally to understand it fully."

Xu Chen stared at the two women, a dominant arc curling at the corner of the mouth: "Talk is cheap. Since you two are so eager to learn, This Young Master will personally take the trouble to be a strict teacher tonight."

"Come here. Let me personally inspect your theoretical results."