The Intimate Encounter with Wen Qingxuan!

Bing Tianxiao reacted with lightning speed. His thigh suddenly exerted force, pressing down hard and clamping Wen Qingxuan's stone-shattering strike in place.

"Are you trying to murder your husband?"

"Go to hell!"

Wen Qingxuan was both embarrassed and furious. With one leg restrained, she lost her balance.

But she was ruthless as well. She actually used the force of that imbalance to lunge forward.

The battle spear in her hand had long since flown free. At this moment, she transformed both hands into palms and slammed them fiercely into Bing Tianxiao's chest.

Bing Tianxiao had nowhere to dodge and could only release his dagger, meeting her with both palms.

"Bang!"

Their four palms collided, sending waves of energy rolling outward.

Under normal circumstances, that strike would have been enough to send them both flying.

But at this moment, they were already at the end of their strength.

Their exhausted bodies had made their movements sluggish, and this palm strike became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The loose stones beneath their feet finally could not withstand their struggle and collapsed with a thunderous roar.

"Fuck..."

Bing Tianxiao only had time to let out a short cry of alarm.

The two became entangled and rolled down the sloping mountainside like a pair of gourds tumbling across the ground.

The world spun around them.

Jagged stones dug painfully into their backs, but neither of them let go.

Wen Qingxuan gripped Bing Tianxiao's collar tightly, trying to gain the upper hand during one of their rolls.

Bing Tianxiao, meanwhile, clung tightly to Wen Qingxuan's slender waist, afraid that he would be thrown off and crash into the rocks.

"Thud!"

With the final muffled impact, the two finally rolled onto a patch of grass at the bottom of the slope.

It was as if the world had fallen still at that moment.

The dust filling the sky slowly settled.

There was no retreat from one another after the expected mutual defeat.

Their current position was extraordinarily suggestive.

Bing Tianxiao lay on his back in the grass, his chest heaving violently.

Wen Qingxuan was sprawled weakly on top of him.

Her long hair, originally tied up proudly, had come loose and fallen into disarray. A few strands dangled over the tip of Bing Tianxiao's nose, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance mixed with the smell of sweat and dirt.

Her gorgeous Golden Battle Skirt was also covered in grass and dust, making her look rather disheveled.

Wen Qingxuan's hands still unconsciously clutched the front of Bing Tianxiao's robes, but her knuckles had already gone white. Clearly, she had exhausted the last bit of her strength.

Her cheek was pressed against Bing Tianxiao's shoulder. Her warm, hurried breaths sprayed against the hollow of his neck again and again.

Their heartbeats pounded madly against each other through their thin clothing.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

They were so fast that it was almost impossible to tell whose was whose.

"Hey..."

After a long while, Bing Tianxiao finally forced out a single word. His voice was terribly hoarse.

"Although... although I quite enjoy beautiful women throwing themselves into my arms..."

He laboriously moved his fingers, only to find that his arms were too weak to lift. He could only let Wen Qingxuan remain pressed against him.

"But could you... get up first? You're... really heavy..."

"Shut... up..."

Wen Qingxuan's voice was as weak as an injured kitten's. Her usual pride and coldness had vanished completely, leaving behind only extreme exhaustion.

She tried to push herself up, but the moment her arms exerted force, a sharp ache swept through her entire body.

"Mm..."

A faint groan escaped her throat.

The body she had just raised slightly fell heavily back down.

This time, it landed even more solidly.

That soft sensation instantly made Bing Tianxiao's eyes widen.

The lewd remark that had reached his lips was swallowed back down.

Wen Qingxuan had clearly realized how terrible their current situation was.

Her cheeks instantly turned scorching hot, and a blush spread from her earlobes all the way down her neck.

But her exhausted body left her unable to move. She could only maintain this humiliating position, sprawled over that damned bastard like an octopus.

"Bing Tianxiao..."

Wen Qingxuan buried her face in his chest. Her voice contained a trace of embarrassment, fury, and trembling that had never appeared before.

"If you dare... move even once... I'll kill you..."

Bing Tianxiao felt the warmth against his body and the completely powerless threat.

He gave a helpless, bitter laugh, completely abandoning his struggle as he went limp on the ground.

"Big sister... do I look like I can move right now?"

"But you... if you don't get up soon, you're really going to crush the air out of me..."

The wind blew gently past, lifting several fallen leaves.

During the struggle for the Spirit Crown.

The two remained piled together on the grass in an extremely strange yet intimate position, neither of them able to move.

Time seemed to stretch especially long at that moment.

Apart from the sound of the wind, only their violent heartbeats remained, pounding again and again.

A full quarter of an hour passed.

Wen Qingxuan clenched her pearly teeth, forcing herself to endure the aching that spread through every limb and bone.

She braced both arms against Bing Tianxiao's chest and pushed with all her strength.

Using the recoil, she shifted to one side and rolled awkwardly off Bing Tianxiao, collapsing onto the grass beside him.

With the warm, delicate body leaving him, Bing Tianxiao felt the weight on his chest lift, and the pressure vanished instantly.

"Whew..."

He greedily gulped down fresh air, his chest heaving violently, as if a fish that had left the water had finally returned to the sea.

"I'm... I'm alive again..."

Bing Tianxiao lay on the ground in a spread-eagle position, gazing at the clear blue sky overhead with a bitter smile at having survived the ordeal.

Wen Qingxuan, lying nearby, ignored his remark.

She struggled to sit up and immediately reached out to straighten her somewhat disheveled collar and loose hair.

Although she was in a sorry state, the pride carved into her bones would not allow her to remain like this.

With her back to Bing Tianxiao, she took a deep breath.

She worked hard to calm the surging blood in her body and her restless heart.

That humiliating position just now...

Wen Qingxuan closed her eyes and forcibly drove the scene from her mind.

Then she flipped her palm, and an exquisite little jade bottle appeared in it.

Without hesitation, she swallowed its contents.

She then sat cross-legged, formed hand seals, and began refining the medicinal power to recover her strength.

On the other side, Bing Tianxiao had also recovered somewhat.

He laboriously propped up his upper body and looked at Wen Qingxuan meditating with her back to him in the distance.

This woman may be a little arrogant, but her mental fortitude really is impressive.

"Sigh, what a heartless woman. Throwing me away after using me."

Bing Tianxiao muttered under his breath, but his hands were not slow.

He also took a porcelain bottle from his robes, poured out a black pill, and tilted his head back to swallow it.

The pill entered his stomach and transformed into a warm current that rapidly spread through his limbs and bones.

He did not want to recover more slowly and get caught by that ruthless woman later!

The two sat cross-legged several meters apart, each recovering their strength.

The patch of grass fell into a brief silence as they recovered.

About half an incense stick of time later.

Wen Qingxuan's long eyelashes, resembling butterfly wings, trembled slightly, and she was the first to open her eyes.

In that instant, a golden gleam flashed across her eyes. Her previously pale complexion had already regained its rosy color.

She slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, her Beautiful Eyes turning.

Her gaze immediately landed on Bing Tianxiao, who was still meditating with his eyes closed in the distance.

Looking at the young man's completely unguarded face.

Wen Qingxuan's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous chill quietly gathered in their depths.

This was undoubtedly the best opportunity to strike.

Take his life while he is ill.

Within this brutal Spirit Road, mercy toward one's enemy was cruelty toward oneself.

Moreover, this fellow had just...

The moment she thought of that humiliating position that had nearly embarrassed her to death, an uncontrollable fury surged within Wen Qingxuan's heart.

"Whoosh!"

Wen Qingxuan's figure flashed, carrying a burst of fragrant wind, and she instantly appeared before Bing Tianxiao.

As long as she exerted force with her palm, she could kill this man who had brought her such humiliation.

As if sensing the oppressive killing intent, Bing Tianxiao, who had kept his eyes closed while meditating, slowly opened them.

He looked at Wen Qingxuan's murderous expression, but not the slightest trace of panic appeared in his eyes.

"You recovered pretty quickly..."

Seeing him like this, the killing intent in Wen Qingxuan's heart became somewhat sluggish.

Should I really kill him just like this?

While he is weak and completely unable to fight back?

For someone as proud as a phoenix like Wen Qingxuan, was such a victory truly worth boasting about?

No.

This would simply be charity, a disgraceful victory won without honor!

If Wen Qingxuan was going to win, she would win openly and honorably. She would crush him with absolute strength at the height of his power.

She would make him accept his defeat wholeheartedly, rather than take advantage of him and seize such cheap gains.

More importantly...

Although the battle just now had ended in an embarrassing fashion, she had to admit that this man was the most troublesome opponent she had encountered since entering the Spirit Road—and the one who excited her the most.

If he died here just like this, would the rest of the Spirit Road not become far too boring?

"What? You can't bring yourself to do it?"

Seeing that Wen Qingxuan still had not moved, Bing Tianxiao raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.

"If you can't bear to kill me, just say so. I'm a very open-minded person..."

"Shut up!"

Wen Qingxuan gave a cold shout and exerted force with her palm.

Bing Tianxiao felt a sharp pain at his throat, followed by a faint sense of suffocation.

But the smile on his face did not diminish. Instead, it became even brighter.

Because he had won the gamble.

Although fury still burned in Wen Qingxuan's proud phoenix eyes, most of her killing intent had already dissipated.

"Bing Tianxiao, stop flattering yourself."

Wen Qingxuan looked at him coldly, her voice clear and arrogant.

"I never take advantage of someone's weakness!"

She turned her back to Bing Tianxiao, leaving him with a proud and stunning silhouette.

"I'll leave this life with you for now."

"When we reach the final battleground, I'll defeat you openly and honorably in front of everyone. I'll trample you beneath my feet and let you know..."

She turned her head slightly, the corner of her eye carrying an aura of world-dominating arrogance.

With that, Wen Qingxuan tapped the ground with her toes and shot into the sky like a golden phoenix. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the distant forest.

Only Bing Tianxiao remained sitting on the grass, touching the faint blood mark on his neck.

"Tsk..."

He looked in the direction where Wen Qingxuan had vanished and shook his head helplessly, though a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"This woman really is adorably proud."

"But..."

Bing Tianxiao took a deep breath, feeling the power gradually returning to his body. His gaze slowly sharpened.

"Next time we meet, it's still uncertain who will be trampling whom."