242: Chapter 242 Playing Hard to Win

The two discussed matters, and before they knew it, the sun had set behind the western mountains.

As she was leaving, Di Fuling hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Ling Hao noticed something amiss and asked,

"What is it? Do you have any objections to my arrangements? You can tell me."

A complex look flashed in Di Fuling's eyes, and she shook her head, saying,

"No, I have no objections to the Sect Master's arrangements."

...

Night, Tianyuan Mountain, Star-Plucking Eave Pavilion.

Cold moonlight spilled down, illuminating the Star-Plucking Eave Pavilion as if it were a glazed fairy realm. Ling Hao sat cross-legged on the cold stone bench, his posture casual.

Yu Linglong was by his side, and her pair of jade-white, exquisite feet were currently resting in Ling Hao's palms, placed upon his crossed legs.

Ling Hao was not playing around; he was conducting a "serious" healing task.

Using his spiritual power, which contained Chaos Qi, he was nourishing the Origin of her Golden Lotus Dao Body in the soles of her feet.

His slender fingers brushed over her delicate ankles, his fingertips gently rubbing the fine skin on the inside of her ankle bones, feeling the faint pulse of life beneath.

His other hand supported her arch, his knuckles slowly massaging along the meridians of her soles, as wisps of pure Chaos Qi flowed from his fingertips into the parched Origin of her Dao Body.

The crimson nail polish shimmered with an alluring luster under the moonlight. Her rounded toes curled slightly due to the infusion of spiritual power, only to unconsciously stretch out when his fingertips grazed the sensitive center of her soles, tensing into a graceful arc.

The golden bells on her ankles occasionally emitted faint tremors with Ling Hao's movements, harmonizing with the night breeze and adding a touch of romance.

After a long while, Ling Hao stopped his movements, though his palms still lingered on the smooth, warm skin of her soles. He looked up and asked:

"Alright, how does it feel?"

Yu Linglong gasped slightly, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue.

Her peach-blossom eyes were shimmering with moisture, appearing more languid and charming than usual. The sensation from her soles was warm and full; it felt more comfortable than any previous healing session.

"...It's very good."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, and her toes even lightly rubbed against his palm, as if dissatisfied that he had stopped.

Ling Hao pondered:

"I feel that your feet... er, the Golden Lotus Origin has reached a saturation point in absorbing Chaos Qi. The Origin seems to be initially filled, and forcing more into it will yield diminishing returns. In that case, a few more sessions to consolidate it should be enough."

"A few?"

Yu Linglong asked subconsciously.

"Three times."

Ling Hao gave a clear number.

"Three times?"

Yu Linglong repeated. For some reason, a trace of disappointment flickered in her heart, as if some expectation had been cut off at the source.

She quickly suppressed this strange feeling and turned her attention to the unusual effectiveness of this healing session,

"This time... the effect is very good. Your Chaos Qi seems... stronger?"

Yu Linglong said, her gaze landing on Ling Hao's hand resting on the back of her foot.

His palm was warm and strong, his knuckles distinct, as he slowly rubbed the delicate skin on the back of her foot, missing not a single inch from her heel to the base of her rounded toes.

Hmph, I didn't expect a half-step Mahayana Stage Cultivator to actually be fond of someone else's feet.

Although a hint of disdain was hidden in her beautiful eyes, Yu Linglong felt inexplicably happy in her heart.

Feeling the delicate sensation beneath his hands, like petting top-quality warm jade, Ling Hao heard this and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Of course, that's because I've become stronger."

Yu Linglong's face showed surprise, her peach-blossom eyes widening instantly:

"Stronger? You... have you reached the Mahayana Stage? But why didn't I see you on the Tribulation Platform?"

A tempest raged in her heart. If he had truly entered the Mahayana Stage, then the qualitative change in his Chaos Qi would make sense.

"I haven't reached the Mahayana Stage yet, just made a Breakthrough in other areas."

Ling Hao shook his head, his gaze lowered, focusing on appreciating the beauty of the jade feet in his palms. His fingers kept circling the slightly concave arch, making Yu Linglong feel ticklish.

"You..."

Yu Linglong had just started to say something, but heard Ling Hao say: "Your Origin is so thirsty for Chaos Qi; perhaps... it is not purely for repair. It seems more like your Golden Lotus Dao Body is attempting to... evolve under some kind of pressure or opportunity?"

"Evolve?"

Yu Linglong fell into thought. This conjecture shook her mind, and her toes subconsciously kicked out, forgetting that her feet were still on Ling Hao's legs.

"Hey, don't move around,"

Ling Hao's five fingers instantly tightened, firmly wrapping around her slender ankles, fixing the restless jade feet under his palms. With a playful smile, he added,

"If you break this Sect Master's legs, be careful that your Junior Sister doesn't come to settle the score with you."

Upon the mention of Yu Lingshuang, Yu Linglong immediately remembered her status as the "Deputy Sect Master," the frustration of being tricked by her Junior Sister into this thankless job, and even more so, what she had heard that night outside Lingshuang Pavilion...

A surge of embarrassment and anger instantly welled up in her heart!

"It's all your fault!"

Her willow-leaf eyebrows arched, and her charming face wore a look of petulant anger,

"Why did you agree to Junior Sister! Making me this so-called Deputy Sect Master!"

As she spoke, the pair of jade feet held by Ling Hao began to twist and struggle, her toes kicking wildly in an attempt to break free from his control.

However, this struggle carried an air of insincerity.

Ling Hao was not actually using any real force to restrain her.

As Yu Linglong moved her ankles slightly and applied a little force, the smooth jade feet easily broke free.

But the next moment, the heels that had just escaped his palms were drawn back as if by invisible threads, and perfectly, gently rubbed back into the coverage of Ling Hao's warm palms.

"I heard Senior Sister speaking ill of me."

A cold voice arrived with a cool night breeze. Yu Lingshuang had appeared quietly in the pavilion at some unknown moment. Her moon-white, chest-high ru-skirt outlined her plump and moving curves in the moonlight, but her eyes held a hint of mischief.

Yu Linglong froze, a flash of embarrassment at being caught red-handed crossing her face. She then huffed and turned her head away:

"You came just in time. Control your Sect Master and tell him to let go!"

Yu Lingshuang's cold gaze swept over the pair of jade feet that were playing hard to get on Ling Hao's lap. The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and her voice was calm and waveless.

"Hao is not using any force. If you want to, Senior Sister, you can pull them away at any time."

"But you haven't, Senior Sister. Is it that you can't pull them away, or that you don't want to in the first place?"

Yu Linglong's face turned crimson instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on:

"That Sect Master of yours is clearly holding on very tightly!"

She denied it vehemently, though her confidence was lacking. Ling Hao smiled without saying a word.

Yu Lingshuang stopped looking at her and walked straight to Ling Hao's side.

She sat beside Ling Hao, then reached out with her slender jade hand and gently tugged at Ling Hao's arm to signal him to lean back.

Ling Hao understood and relaxed his body, leaning back. Yu Lingshuang adjusted her sitting posture so that Ling Hao's head rested on her plump and soft thighs. The warm, soft sensation of the lap pillow and her fresh, cool fragrance instantly enveloped Ling Hao.

A lap pillow! The warm, soft sensation and the faint, cold fragrance instantly enveloped Ling Hao's senses. And on his legs, the pair of jade feet of Yu Linglong that had been captured were not released, though the force in Ling Hao's hands had loosened a bit, caressing them as if playing.

For a moment, Ling Hao rested his head on Yu Lingshuang's lap pillow, with Yu Linglong's jade feet resting on his legs, enjoying the ultimate experience of both worlds.