189: Chapter 189 Murong Zhaoling Knocks on the Door

That small head, with its long hair draped over its shoulders, was pressed precisely into a pair of soft silk pillows.

The level of shame was simply off the charts!

Although Tang Xiaowu was inexperienced in the ways of the world, even she felt that this posture was not right.

Her back was turned to Chen Shanzhi, and her already short, moon-white silk dress had now slid all the way down to her waist.

A large expanse of dazzling snowy skin and those breathtakingly perfect curves were exposed to the air without reservation.

"Th-Third Brother... this..."

Tang Xiaowu was both ashamed and angry, her voice carrying a hint of a sob as her hands gripped the bedsheets beneath her tightly.

"What kind of Mortal Rank Cultivation Technique is this... is it... is it decent?"

This wasn't Cultivating at all; this was simply excessive bullying!

"Don't get distracted! Your True Essence is about to flow backward!"

Chen Shanzhi scolded her sternly.

In the next second, he gave Tang Xiaowu no chance to resist or think at all.

"Don't... mgh..."

Tang Xiaowu's protest had barely reached her lips.

A surge of Pure Yang True Essence, several times thicker than before, followed Chen Shanzhi's large hand.

It accurately entered her Meridians through the Changqiang point at the base of Tang Xiaowu's spine.

Boom!

A burst of brilliant fireworks instantly exploded in Tang Xiaowu's mind.

In this cultivation posture, the Meridians of the two seemed to reach a perfect harmony.

The circulation speed of the Yin-Yang Origin Return Technique instantly soared by more than double!

Chen Shanzhi's True Essence circulated rapidly within her body following the Cultivation Technique.

The feedback brought back by each Cycle caused the power within their bodies to show an exaggerated, explosive growth.

This ultimate pleasure of skyrocketing strength, mixed with the unspeakable physical stimulation, instantly shattered Tang Xiaowu's insignificant resistance into pieces.

"Mgh... mm..."

Tang Xiaowu buried her burning cheeks deep into the soft pillow.

The silk pillow effectively blocked her voice; those originally shameful soft moans were muffled by the pillow, becoming extremely faint.

This ingenious silencing effect actually gave the young girl a huge sense of security.

It was as if, as long as she buried her head and as long as no one else could hear her, she didn't have to worry about her burden as the high-and-mighty Saintess.

Under this wonderful psychological suggestion...

Tang Xiaowu not only stopped trying to prevent Chen Shanzhi's increasingly unrestrained cultivation rhythm,

She completely let go!

With this release, the efficiency of the Yin-Yang Origin Return Technique was pushed to the max!

The air around them even slightly distorted due to the dense fluctuations of True Essence.

Chen Shanzhi felt so good he almost cried out.

Once this girl Tang Xiaowu let go of her reserve, the experience-boosting buff was simply a terrifying doubling effect!

"A few more Cycles, and I might be able to completely fill this Tenth Aperture with True Essence tonight!"

Chen Shanzhi roared excitedly in his heart.

Just as the two were completely immersed in this Peak cultivation where strength and flesh soared together...

A sudden, crisp knocking sound came from outside the door.

The knocking wasn't loud, but in the quiet night, it was extremely piercing!

Following that, a familiar female voice, cold yet carrying a hint of heroic spirit, came clearly through the thin wooden door.

"Sister Xiaowu, are you asleep?" This voice—was it Murong Zhaoling?

Inside the room, Chen Shanzhi's wild circulation of True Essence instantly froze.

Tang Xiaowu's small mouth, which was buried in the pillow and making sweet sounds, also snapped shut in terror.

Maintaining that indescribable cultivation posture, the two of them froze on the bed together, not even daring to breathe.

Separated only by a door, the official fiancée personally bestowed by the Emperor was now standing quietly outside.

The two stared at each other with wide eyes.

Chen Shanzhi was the first to react.

The corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smirk. Instead of getting off Tang Xiaowu, he domineeringly lowered his body, his chest pressing tightly against her smooth and delicate back.

He extended a finger and flirtatiously traced it along Tang Xiaowu's tense spine, then leaned into her ear and said in a whisper only the two of them could hear: "Answer her."

"I..."

Tang Xiaowu was so anxious that tears were welling in her eyes. She shook her head desperately, her large eyes full of pleading.

How could she answer! She couldn't even catch her breath right now; as soon as she spoke, she would definitely give herself away!

Chen Shanzhi didn't care about her predicament. He gave the soft flesh at her waist a hidden, gentle pinch, his eyes reflecting an unquestionable authority.

Tang Xiaowu had no choice.

She bit her red lips hard and took several deep breaths, trying her best to calm her heartbeat.

Only then, with some guilt and a slightly trembling voice, did she call out toward the door: "Is... is that Sister Murong? It's so late, is there something you need?"

Outside the door, Murong Zhaoling stood tall in the night.

Hearing the voice from inside, she raised an eyebrow and spoke directly: "Can you open the door and let me in?"

"No!"

Tang Xiaowu shrieked almost as a reflex.

After shouting, she realized her reaction was too extreme and hurriedly tried to cover it up in a panic:

"Th-That... Sister Murong, I'm really sorry.

It's too late, I've already undressed and gone to bed, and... I haven't been used to sharing a room with others since I was a child.

If there's anything, can we... can we talk about it tomorrow?"

To add credibility, the girl even realistically faked a yawn.

Chen Shanzhi was highly amused listening from behind.

This little girl was quite the smooth liar.

Undressed and gone to bed? That silk dress on you had long since vanished to who-knows-where!

There was a moment of silence outside the door.

Murong Zhaoling was not the type of person to force others. As the Young Miss of a prestigious family, she naturally understood how to respect others' privacy.

"In that case, I won't come in."

Murong Zhaoling's voice came through the door panel: "However, the matter isn't very complicated. I'll just chat with you for a bit from outside."

Ah? Still not leaving?

Tang Xiaowu and Chen Shanzhi behind her exchanged another glance, their eyes filled with despair.

Chen Shanzhi, on the other hand, looked indifferent and even raised an eyebrow with interest.

What was this tigress doing coming to find Xiaowu in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?

"Then... Sister, please speak, what is it?" Tang Xiaowu could only bite the bullet and respond.

Outside the door, Murong Zhaoling tilted her chin slightly, her tone frank and carrying the decisiveness of a heroine: "Sister Xiaowu, I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll be direct."

"The Emperor has bestowed the marriage; my marriage to the Heir is set.

And your feelings for the Heir are obvious to anyone with eyes.

Since we will both be Chen Shanzhi's women in the future, then we are one family."

As soon as these words came out, Tang Xiaowu's face instantly turned bright red, but she couldn't help but feel a secret trace of joy in her heart.