316: Chapter 316 was reverse-raped again.

The setting sun dipped below the horizon, and the lingering clouds were stained red as if by blood, painting half the sky. On the deck of the divine ship, a gentle breeze brushed past two figures, their robes fluttering in the wind.

Ling Hao and Su Fengyi stood side by side, gazing into the distance at the towering ramparts of Wutong City and that Wutong Divine Tree that pierced the clouds.

Su Fengyi's Phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. After a moment of hesitation, she finally opened her mouth to ask, "Supreme, I wonder if we might make a trip to the Wutong Divine Tree tonight?"

Ling Hao curled his lips, "Of course you can." He understood in his heart that this was to complete what had been left unfinished last time.

The two exchanged a glance.

"How about at the Hour of the Dog?" Ling Hao suggested.

Su Fengyi hesitated for a moment.

"Let's make it the Hour of the Boar!"

"The Hour of the Boar? Very well!"

Behind the deck.

Yue Qianqian was holding a spirit fruit and devouring it with gusto, asking An Hongxiu beside her in a muffled voice, "Senior Sister, did you hear what Your Majesty and the Supreme said? It seems they activated a sound-blocking Formation."

An Hongxiu thought for a moment, then asked in return, "Qianqian, what do you think of the Supreme...?"

"He is a good person!" Yue Qianqian replied without hesitation, "He gives me delicious food, saved me, saved Revered Master, and always gives me delicious food... A very good person!"

"What else? Do you like the Supreme?"

"I do!" Yue Qianqian answered crisply.

An Hongxiu leaned over to her ear and whispered something in a low voice. After listening, Yue Qianqian's eyes widened, and she shook her head repeatedly, "That's impossible, right? Your Majesty clearly hates the Supreme, always calling him a philanderer, and even wanting to castrate..."

She suddenly covered her mouth, casting a panicked glance at Ling Hao. Seeing he did not seem to notice, she sighed in relief and blinked her large eyes, saying, "And Senior Sister, isn't doing this just competing with Your Majesty for a man?"

The divine ship slowly descended onto the plaza at the foot of the Wutong Divine Tree; it was still early for the Hour of the Boar.

Ling Hao returned to the Stargazing Palace first, and as soon as he entered the side hall, he sensed Ye Xinglan's aura lingering there.

Pushing the door open, he saw Ye Xinglan curled up in a large rosewood armchair, flipping through an ancient scroll of Celestial Secrets.

Her silver hair was like a waterfall, cascading down, and she was wearing a purple light gauze Daoist robe as thin as a cicada's wing.

Under the slightly dim candlelight of the side hall, it hazily outlined her petite and exquisite figure.

The collar was slightly open, revealing a small section of her beautifully lined collarbone and slender neck. Her wide sleeves had slid down to her elbows, exposing a section of her slender, snow-white forearms.

Her exquisite bare feet were slightly curled, suspended in the air a short distance from the floor. As she flipped through the pages, they swayed gently, innocent yet alluring.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she did not even lift her head. "You've returned?"

Ling Hao's gaze flickered. She was not in the main hall but had come to the side hall instead, and dressed like this... Heh, women! Still, she was small and cute.

Ling Hao suppressed his own little self, walking up close to her. His tall figure almost completely enveloped her petite frame. "Yeah, I'm back."

The two were silent for a while.

"Fengyi invited me to go to the Wutong Divine Tree again tonight," Ling Hao said.

Ye Xinglan's eyes rippled, and she responded softly, "Mm, you go."

This reaction... it was excessively calm. The feeling of strangeness in Ling Hao's heart grew even stronger. This scene, this conversation, inexplicably gave him the subtle illusion of a "wife tacitly allowing her husband to go to a rendezvous for a female boss's unspoken rules."

"I had thought you and Fengyi would have... that night. Who knew that heaven has unexpected storms." Ye Xinglan's voice betrayed no emotion. "Do it as soon as possible; the Wutong Divine Tree cannot wait too long."

Ling Hao nodded. "Then I'm leaving."

Ye Xinglan's fingers, which were turning the pages, paused, and she was silent for a moment.

"...Mm."

"I'm really leaving."

"Mm."

"I'm really leaving right now."

"..."

Ye Xinglan sensed the strangeness in his repeated emphasis, looked up, frowned, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Ling Hao leaned forward slightly, getting close to that porcelain-doll face. He pointed to his right cheek and smiled wickedly, "Come on, give me a kiss. Isn't this what you wanted? My little~ Grand~ Preceptor~" Anyway, it was still an hour and a half until the Hour of the Boar; there was plenty of time!

"Ah... damn... are you a dog?"

The Hour of the Boar had arrived.

Within the hundred-mile Forbidden Ground of the Wutong Divine Tree, no one could set foot except for those from Qifeng Palace. And deep within the root system of the Wutong Divine Tree was a Forbidden Ground that even most maids and female officials of Qifeng Palace were forbidden to enter.

Here, the tree roots were intertwined, naturally forming a palace-like space. The withered tree roots were covered in cracks, with only a few scattered points of fluorescent light circulating between the gaps.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Ling Hao's figure appeared abruptly in the center of the space.

"No matter, I just arrived not long ago." Su Fengyi turned to welcome him.

In the flickering candlelight, Ling Hao's eyes brightened. Su Fengyi had shed the solemn Phoenix-patterned court dress of the day and changed into a light, thin white gauze. Her ink-black hair was unstyled, the moist, lustrous strands draped over her fragrant shoulders, with still-damp water vapor forming beads like jade, sliding down the side of her neck.

Her skin after the bath exuded a lustrous white glow, and the white gauze clung to her body, vaguely outlining her exquisite curves.

A faint, elegant fragrance lingered in the air, neither the vulgar scent of powder nor the heavy perfume of flowers, but the unique body scent of a woman after a bath, elegant yet carrying an alluring sweetness.

Those Phoenix eyes lowered and then lifted, holding both shyness and the anticipation and unease of knowing what was about to happen. Her crimson lips were lightly bitten, as if she wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back.

No wonder she wanted to meet at the Hour of the Boar; it was to bathe and change.

Su Fengyi sensed Ling Hao's burning gaze; she was shy in her heart but also felt a bit proud. It was worth the effort she had spent.

Suddenly seeing a faint tooth mark on his right cheek, Su Fengyi could not help but ask, "What is... this?"

Ling Hao reached out to gently touch the mark, secretly cursing himself. He had been so focused on erasing his aura that he had forgotten this trace. Ling Hao said without blushing or his heart racing, "That girl Xiao He is too mischievous; I was bitten by her just now."

Hearing this, although Su Fengyi knew he indeed had romantic ties with many Disciples, she could not help but feel a surge of emotion in her heart.

Forcibly suppressing her distracting thoughts, she took a greenish wooden root from her sleeve. Ling Hao's attention was immediately drawn to it. "This is?"

"A remnant root of Qingqiu," Su Fengyi replied. "From the clan of Bai Ling and the others?"

Su Fengyi nodded and said, "Thousands of years ago, the Tree of Qingqiu was destroyed by heavenly lightning, leaving only this root. They also felt it could not be revived, so they simply agreed to my request, and I obtained it in exchange for a price."

She explained, "Now, we only need to extract its Wood-type Origin to nourish the remnant body of the Divine Tree..." "Only need the Origin? The thicker, the better?" Ling Hao frowned, interrupting her.

Although Su Fengyi did not understand why, she still replied, "Exactly."

Ling Hao reached out. "Then give this to me."

Su Fengyi was stunned, then immediately said with anger, "Supreme, you! This is something I..."

Seeing her expression, Ling Hao immediately understood she had misunderstood, and smiled, "Don't worry. You need Wood-type Origin; I have the Nine-Radiance Divine Sun Tree here. Isn't that a hundred times better than this remnant root?"

He flipped his palm, and a small tree about a foot tall appeared. The tree body was crystalline like jade, the veins as clear as natural Dao patterns. Although there were only a few scattered emerald leaves on the branches, each one flowed with rich, verdant vitality.

Su Fengyi sensed it carefully, her heart shaken. The Origin contained in this little tree indeed far exceeded that of the Qingqiu remnant root, and the quality was even higher.

Su Fengyi was silent for a moment. In her heart, she was both surprised that Ling Hao actually possessed such a Supreme treasure and secretly moved. To help her restore the Wutong Divine Tree, he was actually willing to take out such a rare item? The anger from just a moment ago instantly turned into guilt.

Ling Hao weighed the Qingqiu remnant root in his hand. This thing might be revived using the Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring. Although the cost would be high, if it could be returned intact to the Jade Fox Clan, it would definitely harvest a wave of goodwill.

He put away the remnant root, carefully buried the Nine-Radiance Divine Sun Tree under the withered roots, and then took the Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring, slowly watering it.

The pale green, pure vitality, like misty vapor, diffused from the Nine-Radiance Divine Sun Tree, seeping into the withered root system of the Wutong Divine Tree.

"We can proceed to the last step." Ling Hao turned to look at Su Fengyi.

Su Fengyi took a deep breath, bit her slender finger, forced out a drop of essence blood containing the golden Bloodline Power, and slowly dripped it onto the tree roots.

In an instant, the withered root system of the Wutong Divine Tree trembled violently, and it faintly began to glow with vitality.

Su Fengyi's face turned pale as paper. Not long ago, burning her Origin had already damaged her foundation. At this moment, squeezing out another drop of essence blood was undoubtedly adding frost to snow for her Phoenix body, which already had a shallow Bloodline.

"Only the last step left..." "The last step..."

The two's gazes met, and waves surged in each other's eyes.

Su Fengyi forcibly suppressed her shyness, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. She waved her hand, and a soft blanket appeared behind Ling Hao. She lunged forward, tackling Ling Hao.

Ling Hao was caught off guard. The moment he fell to the ground, a soft, cool sensation came to his lips, followed immediately by feeling the elasticity and plumpness against his chest, and an intoxicating fragrance instantly enveloped him.

Ling Hao was intoxicated for a split second, then immediately reacted! Damn! Pushed down again! Are the women of this Wutong Divine Dynasty all so domineering in their actions?