190: Chapter 190 She's a natural beauty!

When Nangong Zili woke up, she saw that man pressing down on her body.

An unprecedented sense of shame surged through her heart like a tide.

She, Nangong Zili, the Spider Gu Envoy of the Five Gu Sect and a Core Formation Stage Cultivator, had dominated the Southern Border for decades; when had she ever suffered such a grievance?

She wished she could take this man behind her, who dared to take such liberties, and throw him into the Myriad Gu Cave where the Five Gu Sect specifically raised Gu,

To let him taste the sensation of ten thousand Gu devouring his heart, wishing for life but unable to live, and wishing for death but unable to die!

Ling Xiaotang looked at her Revered Master's half-closed peach blossom eyes. Though there were tears in those eyes,

The killing intent remained undiminished, like a wounded tigress—weak, yet still dangerous.

Her heart skipped a beat, knowing her Revered Master was truly enraged.

Given her Revered Master's temperament, once her injuries healed, she would likely skin Senior Ye alive, pull out his tendons, and throw him into the Myriad Gu Cave to feed the insects.

Ling Xiaotang quickly spoke in a soft, well-behaved, and sincere tone:

“Revered Master, Senior Ye is helping you heal your injuries.”

She paused for a moment and added:

“You were unconscious for three days; it was Senior Ye who saved you. Your injuries were too severe. Senior Ye said that only this method could stabilize your condition...”

Hearing this, Nangong Zili was stunned for a moment.

Healing?

She forced herself to pull away from the intertwined emotions of shame and anger, sinking a strand of Divine Sense into her Dantian.

The moment her Divine Sense entered, she felt something unusual.

Within her Dantian, there was indeed a stream of warm Spiritual Qi flowing slowly.

That Spiritual Qi was different from the residual spiritual power in her body and also different from the Demonic Technique she practiced.

That Qi was balanced and peaceful, carrying a rich force of vitality like the warm spring sun, slowly nourishing her shattered Dantian.

Those Meridians that had originally been broken and withered actually began to emit a faint luster under the nourishment of this Spiritual Qi.

Although it was far from being fully repaired, it was much better than the state of being at death's door before she fell unconscious.

Even her Core, which had been on the verge of shattering, was much more stable now. Within the dense network of cracks on its surface, new spiritual power was faintly being generated.

Nangong Zili fell silent for a moment.

He really was healing her.

The effect of that Spiritual Qi was even better than any healing Medicinal Pill she knew of.

But—this method...

Her face burned hot once again.

Using this method to heal was too... too...

She bit her lower lip. A fire of anger burned in her heart, yet she could find no outlet for it. The other party was indeed saving her.

If not for this, with the horrific state of her internal injuries, she likely wouldn't have lasted three days.

But—but with this method, how could she ever hold her head up in front of her disciple?

Subsequently, Nangong Zili struggled to speak to the man on top of her, her voice raspy yet forcing a tone of authority:

“You... you let go of me! I don't want you... don't want your treatment!”

As she spoke, her exquisite face complemented her words.

Her skin was like congealed fat, her face like a peach blossom. Her peach blossom eyes were half-open, glistening with water, the corners of her eyes slightly red, and her long lashes trembling like butterfly wings.

That face, which was usually cold, elegant, and noble—making people dare not look directly at it—was now stained with layers of crimson due to shame and indignation, looking like a peach blossom in early March, delicate and dripping with beauty.

Those bright red lips parted slightly, exhaling warm and hurried breaths. Her lips were still stained with some moisture, gleaming enticingly in the dim light.

Her entire aura underwent a wonderful change at this moment.

Clearly, she was angry, yet within the movement of her eyes, there was a naturally-born allure.

It was the unique charm of a mature woman, a mellow wine brewed from time and experience, intense and intoxicating.

But because she was being pressed down by Ye Changge, by the time those words reached her lips, they carried no pressure at all.

The raspy voice held a hint of softness, like the nasal whining of someone who had just woken up,

Or like a young girl's coquettish complaints to her lover.

That intermittent tone, combined with her peach-blossom face and misty eyes—

Actually made it seem like a young couple having a spat, with one saying, "I'm not playing with you anymore!"

The coquettishness held grievance, the grievance hid a plea, and within that plea was an indescribable ambiguity.

Seeing her so charming, Ye Changge's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

It was a charm that radiated from her very bones, unrelated to her current situation,

Unrelated to her will; it was a unique allure of a mature woman engraved deep within her Soul.

His heart tightened for some reason, and his movements nearly lost their rhythm.

Although Ye Changge had no shortage of wives and concubines at home, each of whom could be called outstanding in appearance and temperament—

Some were gentle and dignified, some lively and cute, some cold as frost, and some innocent and romantic—he had seen countless beauties.

But facing a seductress like Nangong Zili, he felt a strange excitement.

It was a completely different experience.

Every subtle change in her expression, every hurried breath, and every suppressed groan carried a natural charm.

It wasn't intentional, but an innate trait that was as addictive as poison.

Ye Changge took a deep breath, suppressing the throb in his heart, and spoke in a calm tone:

“If Xiao Tang hadn't begged me, I wouldn't have saved you.”

As he finished speaking, the movements of his hands did not stop; instead, he increased the force slightly.

The flow of the Yin-Yang Qi became even more rapid, continuously transferring from his body into Nangong Zili's,

Advancing slowly along those broken Meridians. Wherever it passed, withered tissues were forcibly infused with vitality, and shattered pathways were reconnected.

Though it was a healing process, the sensations it brought were extremely intense.

Nangong Zili only felt a stream of warm air crashing through her body. Wherever it passed, numbness and sharp pain intertwined,

Like thousands of ants crawling through her Meridians, or like someone using a feather to lightly brush against her most sensitive nerve endings.

She wanted to grit her teeth and endure it, but she simply couldn't control her body.

“Mm...”

She shook her head from side to side, her jet-black hair cascading over the pillow like a waterfall, swaying like ripples with her movements.

The ponytail that had been tied high had long since come undone. Messy strands of hair stuck to her sweat-dampened forehead and cheeks, making that exquisite face appear even more fragile and broken.

Broken groans escaped from her mouth one after another.

The sounds were intermittent, rising and falling; sometimes they sounded like moans of pain,

Sometimes like suppressed gasps, fine and fragmented,

Like a zither string being plucked repeatedly, the lingering notes exceptionally clear in this quiet Immortal Cave.

Her body trembled uncontrollably. Her slender waist sometimes tightened like a bowstring and sometimes went limp like spring water.