294: Chapter 293 The Intertwining of Aloofness and Pure Desire

The dim Merman Tear Candles stabilized their flames once more after the night wind subsided.

Inside the side hall, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

At the edge of the Red Sandalwood bed frame, Xu Chen sat with a bold, domineering posture, like a deity radiating scorching heat. That surging blood energy belonging to the Early Stage Saint King wasn't intentionally released, yet it felt like an invisible wall, making the air in the hall thick and viscous.

"What? Weren't you quite eloquent when we were discussing theory just now?"

Xu Chen leaned forward slightly, his gaze scanning back and forth between the two women. Deep within his dark eyes, an undisguised aggression flickered.

Hua Jieyu was the first to break the stalemate.

This Hehuan Sect Saintess had the instinct of how to please a man etched into her very bones. Not only was she not intimidated by Xu Chen's pressure, but an excited shimmer even surfaced in her eyes.

"Since the Young Lord wants to personally inspect us, This servant naturally must take the lead."

Hua Jieyu gave a charming laugh, stepping out with her long, fair legs onto the soft Spirit Beast hide carpet, walking gracefully toward Xu Chen.

She walked slowly on purpose. Her purple silk dress, which already had a very high slit, swayed provocatively with her steps, and large patches of snow-white skin dazzled the eyes under the candlelight.

Coming before Xu Chen, Hua Jieyu didn't throw herself directly into his arms. Instead, she knelt at his feet as if she were boneless. Resting her chin on Xu Chen's knee, she tilted up her alluring face, sticking out her pink tongue to lightly lick her red lips.

"Young Lord, what score would you give This servant for this first lesson?"

Facing such blatant provocation, Xu Chen's Adam's apple bobbed. He reached out to tilt Hua Jieyu's chin, his thumb rubbing against her delicate skin.

"You certainly have quite a few tricks." Xu Chen chuckled, then his gaze moved past Hua Jieyu to land on Ye Qingwu, who was still standing stiffly at the foot of the bed.

"Revered Master, what about you? Do you really need your disciple to personally come over and invite you?"

This call of "Revered Master," in this current atmosphere, was more lethal than any aphrodisiac.

Ye Qingwu's delicate body trembled violently.

She bit her lower lip hard until she tasted a hint of metallic blood. Her hands, which had held a sword for years and were as steady as Mount Tai, were now tightly clutching the edges of her black lace dress, her knuckles turning pale.

"I..."

Ye Qingwu opened her mouth, only to find her voice incredibly dry.

Seeing Hua Jieyu's practiced manner of pleasing a man, the competitive spirit of a peerless Sword Immortal within Ye Qingwu finally overcame the shame etched in her bones.

"I... don't need your invitation."

Ye Qingwu took a deep breath and let go of her dress.

She stiffly stepped forward, walking toward Xu Chen one step at a time.

The translucent black lace dress outlined her mature and voluptuous curves breathtakingly. Without the cover of her usual wide, plain white Daoist robes, this high-and-mighty Sword Immortal Revered Master seemed to have shed all her divinity, leaving only a mortal woman waiting to be plucked.

Arriving before Xu Chen, Ye Qingwu did not kneel like Hua Jieyu. The pride in her bones did not allow her to take such a humble posture.

With reddened eyes, she closed them and, in a fit of desperation, placed her hands on Xu Chen's shoulders. Then, she leaned down and clumsily, awkwardly pressed her red lips against his.

"Hiss—"

Xu Chen sucked in a breath of cold air.

Not because of pleasure, but because Ye Qingwu's chaotic kiss had bumped directly against his teeth.

"Revered Master, are you practicing the sword or committing murder?"

Xu Chen grabbed Ye Qingwu's voluptuous and firm waist, pulling her into his embrace. Seeing his Revered Master's look of extreme shame and indignation, the smile at the corners of Xu Chen's mouth could no longer be suppressed.

"No matter how much theory you learn, it's still just talk on paper. It seems your disciple will have to put in more effort tonight to 'teach' Revered Master properly."

The moment the words fell.

...

Not until a sliver of white appeared on the horizon.

This high-intensity "practical assessment" finally came to an end amidst a high-pitched, synchronized cry.

The large Red Sandalwood bed was a complete mess.

Xu Chen leaned against the headboard, his sturdy chest covered in scratches and fine sweat. There was no fatigue in his deep black eyes; instead, they held a sense of sated laziness.

A Saint King level Hongmeng Creation Body dealing with this level of action was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Just then.

Deep in Xu Chen's mind, that long-absent ghostly blue System panel suddenly popped up without any warning.

Accompanying it was a series of crisp and pleasant mechanical notification sounds.