92: Chapter 92 My lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time~

The waiter led Ye Xiaoyao and Ji Chanxi to the second floor, pushed open a carved wooden door, and stepped aside to let the guests in.

The room was elegantly furnished, with tables, chairs, and tea sets all provided.

A large bed was placed by the window, with embroidered quilts and pillows that looked comfortable just to behold.

Ye Xiaoyao closed the door behind him, walked straight to the bed, pressed down on the mattress, and gave the frame a firm shake.

The bed was as stable as a rock, not moving an inch.

He nodded with satisfaction and muttered to himself: "Hmm, not bad! This bed... is quite sturdy."

Ji Chanxi followed behind him, her pretty face flushing slightly at his words, and she chided: "Husband~, didn't I just help you recuperate in the cave last night? Why do you want to again today?"

Her voice grew lower, tinged with a hint of shyness.

Ye Xiaoyao turned and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, lowering his head to whisper in her ear with a smile: "We're in a new place, after all, and I just want to try something fresh. You're the best, Chaner. Once you help me finish, Husband promises to give you a good massage, so you can sleep comfortably until the sun is high in the sky. How about that?"

Ji Chanxi's earlobes tingled from his breath, but her heart felt sweet. She gave him a light push, her eyes shimmering with a charming, coquettish resentment: "Alright then... well, I'll go bathe first. Husband, wait for me a moment."

"I was just thinking of washing up too." Ye Xiaoyao smiled and took her hand. "Let's go together, it saves water."

Before long, two Mortal maids lowered their heads and brought in several large barrels of steaming hot water, then quickly retreated and gently closed the door.

The room was filled with steam.

Ye Xiaoyao quickly stripped off his clothes and helped the slightly weak-limbed Ji Chanxi untie her dress.

As her clothes slipped off, a delicate body, white as jade with breathtaking curves, was revealed before his eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed; he swept her up horizontally and stepped into the large bathtub.

The warm water enveloped their bodies, feeling comfortable and pleasant.

Ye Xiaoyao truly kept his promise; his large hands, slick with hot water, massaged Ji Chanxi's smooth back and shoulders with just the right amount of pressure.

The pressure was just right, making Ji Chanxi let out a comfortable hum as her body grew even softer.

After bathing, the two changed into clean clothes.

They had the inn send up a few exquisite spirit meals and side dishes, eating them slowly with mellow spirit wine.

After resting a while, Ye Xiaoyao looked at Ji Chanxi's flushed, pretty face, steamed by the hot water, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

He stood up and picked Ji Chanxi up again, walking toward the bed he had tested for sturdiness, and gently laid her down.

He leaned over, pecked her lips lightly, and said in a gentle voice: "Chaner, you've worked hard."

Ji Chanxi lay on her back, her eyes shimmering with moisture, her cheeks flushed crimson. She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz: "It's not hard at all... Husband, just be gentle later..."

Their clothes were shed once more and scattered by the bedside.

Ji Chanxi's breathing grew rapid, yet she still remembered to form an orchid finger gesture, her fingertips flashing with a faint spiritual light as she prepared to cast a sound-insulation spell.

Ye Xiaoyao reached out and grasped her wrist, gently enclosing her fingers in his palm. "No need for such trouble, Chaner."

Ji Chanxi blinked her hazy, beautiful eyes: "Husband, although this is a premium room, the soundproofing might not be perfect. If the neighbors hear us, wouldn't that be... embarrassing?"

Ye Xiaoyao lowered his head to kiss her sweat-dampened forehead, a mischievous smile curling the corner of his lips: "It doesn't matter. Since we want to seek some different, thrilling fun, then let's... see it through to the end."

With those words, he said no more.

At first, there were only faint sounds and the slight creaking of wooden planks. Gradually, the sounds became impossible to hide.

The rhythmic creaking of the bed, mixed with suppressed and unbearable moans, faintly carried through the not-so-thick walls.

About an incense stick's time later, an impatient, angry rebuke came from the room on the right, accompanied by a "bang" of someone slamming the table: "You shameless man and woman next door! Can you keep it down? It's the middle of the night, are you not letting people Cultivate in peace? Truly shameless!"

The voice was rough; it was clearly a hot-tempered male Cultivator.

Ye Xiaoyao paused slightly, but instead of being annoyed, the corners of his mouth lifted even higher. He didn't restrain himself at all; instead, he leaned over and whispered something into Ji Chanxi's ear, then continued.

Ji Chanxi was already so embarrassed that she buried her face in his shoulder, but the whimpers could not be stopped.

Meanwhile, in the room on the left, it was a different scene.

A woman dressed in a goose-yellow dress lay alone on a wide bed. She had a seductive figure and a charming face, but at this moment, she was tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The increasingly clear movements from next door were like hooks, drilling into her ears, stirring up an indescribable heat and emptiness deep within her heart.

She bit her cherry lips gently, her long, slender jade fingers unconsciously clutching the quilt.

The sound continued ceaselessly, like a small brush, repeatedly teasing the tip of her heart.

Finally, she could no longer endure it. A very light, very seductive moan escaped from the depths of her throat.

Her body curled up on the empty bed. Then stretched out, then curled up again.

The next day, the sun had risen high.

Ye Xiaoyao rose, feeling refreshed, and looked at Ji Chanxi beside him, who looked as beautiful as a crabapple flower in spring, his eyes full of tenderness.

He patiently massaged her waist and legs for a good while. Not until she woke up with a soft moan did the fatigue and weariness between her brows completely vanish.

The two washed up, changed clothes, went downstairs to have some breakfast, and then left the inn, planning to properly explore this Yellow Dragon Immortal City.

As they walked out the inn gate, Ye Xiaoyao paused imperceptibly.

Just a moment ago, he faintly felt an unusually powerful and subtle Divine Sense sweep gently over him.

But that feeling vanished too quickly, as if it were an illusion.

He frowned and looked around, only to see the street bustling with people, with nothing unusual.

Perhaps it was an unintentional probe by some passing high-level Cultivator? He shook his head and stopped dwelling on it.

The Immortal City was indeed prosperous. The two wove through various shops and temporary stalls, and Ye Xiaoyao purchased a few bottles of high-quality auxiliary Body Refining Medicinal Pills.

Ji Chanxi also picked out a few exquisite ornaments and a small box of cold-attribute spirit minerals that helped in refining Pure Yin Qi.

In the afternoon, Ji Chanxi learned that a high-profile private trade fair was about to begin in the city.

It was said that many Core Formation Stage Cultivators were participating, and perhaps rare resources beneficial to the cultivation of the Pure Yin Sacred Body would appear.

She was tempted. However, the trade fair had a threshold; one needed at least Core Formation Stage cultivation or a specific token to enter.

Ye Xiaoyao had to temporarily part ways with her.

"Husband, I'll go take a look and return. Why don't you wander around nearby or go back to the inn and wait for me?" Ji Chanxi was a bit worried.

"Go ahead, Chaner. I happen to need to replenish some Talismans and Medicinal Pills to prepare more for entering the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range." Ye Xiaoyao squeezed her small hand, signaling her to be at ease.

Watching Ji Chanxi's graceful figure disappear around the street corner, Ye Xiaoyao wandered around a few reputable shops nearby.

The resources given by Liu Yunshuang and the others were certainly generous, but when out and about, especially when going to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range where Yao Beasts ran rampant, there was no harm in preparing more consumables.

He spent quite a few Spirit Stones to purchase a batch of high-grade attack Talismans and healing and Qi-restoring Medicinal Pills, stuffing his Storage Pouch even fuller.

After finishing his purchases, estimating that the trade fair on Ji Chanxi's side hadn't ended yet, Ye Xiaoyao decided to return to the inn to rest and wait.

Strolling around alone was indeed quite boring.

Humming an off-key tune, he walked back to the Yuelai Inn with a light step and stomped up to the second floor.

In a relaxed mood, he didn't deliberately use his Divine Sense to probe anything, just assuming he was returning to a safe temporary lodging.

He pushed open the door, and the familiar furnishings came into view. Just as he stepped into the room and prepared to close the door behind him.

"Click." A very faint mechanical sound rang out, and the door closed automatically and silently behind him, sealing tight without a gap.

At the same time, a layer of soft, pale yellow light film carrying a powerful insulating aura rose from the four corners of the room with lightning speed, enveloping the entire room in the blink of an eye, making it airtight.

A Restriction! And definitely not a Restriction that an ordinary Core Formation Cultivator could set up!

Ye Xiaoyao's heart exploded with tension, and his body instantly tensed up. He instinctively circulated his Pure Yang Power, his right hand already reaching for the Storage Pouch at his waist.

His gaze shot fiercely toward the inner side of the room, at that large bed.

The pale pink bed curtains hung low, casting shadowy figures. Through the gauze, one could see the curvaceous silhouette of a woman lying lazily on the bed.

A jade-white foot peeked out from under the goose-yellow hem of her skirt; the ankle was slender, the arch graceful, and the toes slightly curled, carrying a kind of casual seduction.

She propped her chin with the back of her jade hand, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall onto the pillow. Although her face couldn't be seen clearly through the curtains, the posture was already bewitchingly seductive.

Just as Ye Xiaoyao was on full alert, his mind racing to figure out if she was friend or foe and how to respond.

A woman's voice, bone-meltingly seductive and trailing with a lazy, lingering tone, drifted languidly from behind the curtains, every word seeming to carry tiny hooks: "Young Master~~~ This concubine has been waiting for you for a long time~~~" "You finally returned~~."