Douluo: The Venom System Is Awesome

After dismissing the attendants, the soundproofing barrier within the bedchamber rose silently.

The disguise was shed, and Qian Renxue returned to her original appearance; the grief and terror on her face vanished without a trace.

In their place was a cold sharpness and a hint of fatigue that followed the success of a plan.

The figure of Mu Junyu emerged from the shadows like a ghost, his face wearing its habitual playful grin as he leaned in close to her.

"Sister Xue, that was quite the performance~ I think those old fogies were about to cry."

Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at him and rubbed her brow.

"Less chatter. Although the plan went smoothly, the subsequent trouble will be no small matter. Xue Ye will definitely investigate strictly; even though the clues point to a vendetta, he is suspicious by nature..."

"Rest assured, all the threads have been cut."

Mu Junyu said confidently.

"The guards were on their regular rotation, the assassins were real enemies with a grudge, and the disguise was seamless. He won't be able to trace it back to us."

"On the contrary, after such a commotion, those brothers of yours should be a bit more well-behaved."

He paused, his tone turning somewhat suggestive as he reached out to wrap his arm around Qian Renxue's waist. "But what about you, Sister Xue? Were you scared just now? Do you want me to help you relax~"

Qian Renxue swatted his hand away and said crossly.

"Be serious! Now is not the time."

Although she said this, she didn't truly push him away; instead, she leaned slightly into his embrace, enjoying this moment of peace and reliance.

Today's performance, while seemingly perfect, was actually a walk on the edge of a blade, and her nerves had indeed been stretched tight the entire time.

Feeling her dependence, Mu Junyu set aside his playful mood, gently held her, and whispered.

"Mm, I know. You've worked hard, Sister Xue."

The bedchamber fell into a temporary silence, with only the sound of their light breathing.

Qian Renxue leaned in Mu Junyu's arms, feeling the warmth and powerful heartbeat emanating from his chest.

The tension brought by the bloodshed and danger at the banquet was gradually replaced by a different kind of emotion.

The intimacy of these past few days had long since made them familiar with each other's bodies and scents, and they were addicted to the taste.

The relaxation following such tension required a certain ultimate release to fill the void.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her breathing quietly became somewhat erratic.

A hand that had been resting on Mu Junyu's waist began to move unconsciously, tentatively reaching toward Mu Junyu's weapon.

Through the fabric of his battle attire, she lightly touched the powerful weapon that was already primed and ready.

Mu Junyu's body stiffened slightly, and he looked down at the person in his arms.

Qian Renxue did not meet his gaze, only burying her burning cheeks deeper into his chest.

But those slightly trembling fingertips and the gradually accelerating sound of her gasps conveyed her intent for a sparring session with absolute clarity.

How could Mu Junyu not understand?

A wave of heat rose instantly.

He tightened his arm around Qian Renxue, his voice turning low and hoarse, laced with seduction.

"Sister Xue... do you want to spar?"

Qian Renxue did not answer, only emitting a light, soft "mm" through her nose.

She seemed shy to the extreme, yet the hand gripping his robe tightened, even carrying a hint of urgency.

Mu Junyu chuckled, said no more, and swept her up into his arms, heading toward the large, ornate "grand battlefield" in the inner chamber.

The outer robes of their battle attire fell to the floor like petals.

Soon, the bedchamber was filled with the subtle sounds of combat.

There were heavy breaths, unbearable whimpers, the sounds of "weapons clashing," slight tremors, and rhythmic thrusts...

Qian Renxue bit her lip tightly, trying to suppress those sounds, but under Mu Junyu's familiar and fervent chain-spear technique, all resistance dissolved into broken moans.

Her long, slender "jade streams" wrapped helplessly around him, her nails leaving shallow red marks on his back.

It was as if she could only cling to the sole piece of driftwood in a raging storm.

Mu Junyu was immersed in that ultimate warmth and "battle intent," feeling the trembling and envelopment provided by the magical artifact Youyan Spring beneath him. Every Longyuan Tanhai brought an unparalleled sense of combat, seemingly transforming into a tangible fluid of battle.

Chapter 69: Weapon Cleansing

As the battle ended, he kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes.

He whispered words in her ear that made her lose her composure, causing her to tremble even more. As the night deepened, the temperature inside the crown prince's bedchamber continued to rise, full of fighting spirit. All the conspiracies, calculations, and bloody storms seemed to be temporarily isolated outside this small world filled with "battle intent."

The next morning, the sky was faintly bright.

A personal maid, as she did every day, cautiously approached the door of the crown prince's bedchamber, preparing to wake His Highness for morning exercises and to handle state affairs.

She knocked gently on the palace door and said in a soft voice.

"Your Highness, the hour is late. It is time to rise."

There was a moment of silence inside the palace, followed by an extremely faint, yet inexplicably strange, wet and continuous "slurp, slurp" sound.

It was as if... as if someone were vigorously drinking some thick, smooth delicacy.

A blush instantly flew to the maid's cheeks, and she subconsciously lowered her head, not daring to dwell on it.

Immediately after, the Crown Prince's voice—slightly low, tinged with the hoarseness of someone just waking up and an indescribable sense of lazy satisfaction—came from behind the door.

It interrupted that sound she dared not contemplate:

"Mm... I know. Withdraw. Come back... later today." That voice carried a tone that brooked no disturbance, and even a trace of a faint, forcibly suppressed gasp at the end.

"...Yes! This servant withdraws!"

As if granted an amnesty, the maid hurriedly responded and practically tiptoed away from the palace door, her heart still pounding.

His Highness today... seems very different from usual. I wonder which woman could be with His Highness...

Inside the bedchamber, behind layers of heavy curtains.

Qian Renxue regained her soft, charming demeanor, her cheeks flushed like she was drunk. She glared at Mu Junyu with shy annoyance and lowered her voice.

"...You really... we were almost heard..."

Mu Junyu licked the corner of his mouth, revealing a satisfied and triumphant smirk. His fingers were still winding through her hair, as if giving Qian Renxue a head massage. "So what if we were heard? No one would dare offend the dignity of the Crown Prince anyway~"

"Hmph~"

Qian Renxue huffed indignantly, then lowered her head to look at the long spear she had been battling with since last night.

Recalling the intense combat from last night until this morning and the shameless words this guy had whispered that made her lose her composure, she felt her whole body start to tremble again.

"Hurry up and finish! I'm exhausted!"

She feigned composure, trying to regain the dignity of an elder sister.

But the spring-like glow in her eyes and her slightly swollen lips betrayed her.

Mu Junyu knew when to stop, but regardless, they still had to finish this round of morning biting.

He grinned and rubbed Qian Renxue's head, his eyes gentle.

Qian Renxue knew what this gesture meant; such long-term training had long since made her accustomed to Mu Junyu's silent commands.

She rolled her eyes at Mu Junyu again and began the morning cleaning of the sparring weapon.

"Slurp... slurp..."

Qian Renxue endured the soreness of her body and the inner shyness, took a deep breath, and refocused on the delicate task at hand.

She knew that if she didn't clean this weapon thoroughly, this clingy and overbearing guy would never let her off easily.

She first aimed slightly, carefully wrapping her warm, soft mouth around the head of the long spear.

Like the most skillful artisan, she meticulously swept over every inch of the scorching spearhead, clearing away the minute traces left over from last night's fierce battle.

Next, she raised her slender, jade-like hands, using both palms together to grip the middle section of the spear shaft with just the right amount of force.

She began to rub and squeeze slowly and powerfully, her fingertips occasionally brushing over the knotted, protruding patterns on the shaft, bringing forth a series of faint friction sounds.

Her movements were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if playing some ancient musical score, precisely cleaning every trace of the long spear.

To ensure a thorough cleaning, she also employed superior binding techniques.

The muscles at the base of her soft mouth rhythmically contracted and coiled, controlling an extreme sense of pressure and envelopment, while her head slightly rotated and jumped, allowing the inner walls of her soft mouth to rub against every side of the shaft.

Under the assault of her multiple techniques, the unruly long spear began to vibrate violently, emitting astonishing heat, as if it were about to erupt with spiritual nectar at any moment.

Qian Renxue could clearly feel the massive power gathering inside, ready to burst forth.

Finally, with a deep squeeze from her soft mouth, the long spear gave a violent jolt!

A wave of scorching, life-energy-filled light shot out, all of which was received and absorbed by Qian Renxue.

That wave of light contained pure energy.

In an instant, the long spear inside her soft mouth changed from a dull color to one shimmering with brilliant light, as if it had been meticulously tempered and polished, emitting a moist and powerful luster.

"Pop~"

Having completed the final step of the cleaning.

Qian Renxue slowly let go, breathing slightly, the sunset glow on her cheeks deepening.

She glared at Mu Junyu indignantly, breakfast milk still lingering on her lips.

Kong.

Mu Junyu felt completely refreshed, as if all his fatigue had been washed away.

He grinned and reached out, gently wiping the breakfast milk from her lips with his thumb, then sent it back into her soft mouth and stirred.

His eyes were gentle and triumphant.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Xue~ You cleaned it so thoroughly; your weapon-cleaning technique is getting better and better."

Qian Renxue swatted his hand away, turning around in shy annoyance to tidy her clothes.

She didn't want to pay any mind to this guy who had benefited and was now acting smug about it.

Yet deep down, his compliment about her technique stirred a sense of indescribable satisfaction within her.

The morning weapon maintenance ritual finally came to an end.

The bedchamber was permeated with a languid atmosphere.

[Qian Renxue current affection level: 90%]

[Real-time data: Happy, happy, satisfied, I love Mu Junyu the most~]

The flush on Qian Renxue's face had not yet fully faded; with her back to Mu Junyu, she quickly and elegantly donned the Crown Prince's casual attire.

She attempted to restore her usual cold and self-restrained demeanor.

However, her slightly weak legs and the faint, visible red marks on her neck silently told the story of last night.

Mu Junyu also rose lazily, dressing himself in a slow and unhurried manner. A wicked smirk remained on his lips, his gaze sweeping over Qian Renxue's slender back from time to time.

Once both were fully dressed, at least appearing normal on the surface, Qian Renxue cleared her throat, striving to make her voice sound calm and ripple-free.

"Someone, come in."

The palace doors were pushed open gently. The person who entered was not the ordinary maid from the morning, but a young woman with calm eyes and capable movements.

She kept her head lowered and acted respectfully, but her steady gait revealed that her spirit power was not weak.

She was one of the core insiders planted by Martial Soul Hall in the Crown Prince's Residence, specifically responsible for handling certain special matters.

As the maid entered the hall, her gaze swept quickly and professionally over the slightly messy bed, the lingering, unique scent in the air, and the barely noticeable traces on the carpet.

Her cheeks could not help but flush slightly, but she immediately lowered her head to hide all emotion and began to tidy up quickly and silently.