Asura's Provocation with the Phoenix-Perching Warm Jade · Dragon Soaring and Palm Reversal Settling Heaven and Earth

Long Jinyu practically floated back to Sea God Island.

Stepping onto the familiar soil, with the unique, warm fragrance of the Golden Tree lingering at the tip of his nose, he still felt a strong sense of unreality.

The Yanhuang Lingyun Token felt heavy in his Soul Tool storage, a reminder that everything he had just experienced was no dream.

"Even the Master came...?"

He rubbed his temples, muttering under his breath.

"Life after transmigrating is getting more surreal by the day. If this keeps up, should I change my name to Long Aotian?"

"No, no, that name is already taken in Absolute Tang, by that guy from the Body Sect, and his ending didn't seem too great... Ugh, my head hurts."

Right now, he just wanted to return to his room and drink the Basalt Soul-Shocking Soup that Xu Sanshi had "graciously offered" him to calm his nerves.

He also prayed that Ma Xiaotao and Wu Ming hadn't torn the roof off the Phoenix Perch Pavilion.

He carefully used his key to open the elegant door.

Just as he pushed it open a crack—

"Whoosh—thwack!"

A soft, faintly scented black fabric flew through the air and plastered itself precisely onto his face.

Long Jinyu: "???"

He instinctively reached up to grab it; it felt silky and cool to the touch. When he focused his eyes, he saw... it was an exquisitely crafted, rather daring piece of black lace... lingerie.

Long Jinyu's face turned bright red in an instant, his blood seemingly rushing to his head all at once.

The delicate texture against his fingertips and the faint, unique phoenix-flower scent belonging solely to Ma Xiaotao made his heart skip a beat, his mind buzzing.

Cough... His throat felt dry, and a stray thought slipped into his mind: It... it actually smells quite nice...

He immediately shook his head violently, trying to cast out the unhealthy thought: "Long Jinyu! You are a model student! Do not look at what is improper! Do not think of what is improper!"

He stiffened and looked toward the living room.

Sure enough! A "major disaster zone"! Everything was in shambles!

The culprits—Ma Xiaotao and Wu Ming—were in the middle of an intense "indoor tactical battle."

Wu Ming was waving a bag that clearly contained lingerie, a wicked grin of successful mischief on her face; the "hidden weapon" from earlier was clearly her masterpiece.

She even deliberately picked up a piece and sniffed it, shouting dramatically: "Wow! Xiaotao, you have great taste! What laundry detergent do you use? It smells so good~~~!"

"Wu! Ming! Put that down! That's mine! Give it back!"

Ma Xiaotao's cheeks were flushed with rage, her phoenix eyes spitting fire. Almost everything within reach had become a weapon—pillows, giant plush toys, sofa cushions, scattered outer garments—all hurled at Wu Ming like cannonballs.

The two went back and forth...

Long Jinyu stood frozen at the doorway, and soon, several "stray projectiles" landed on his head and body—a soft silk nightgown, a throw pillow, and even a plush slipper.

Long Jinyu: "..."

He carefully folded the hot potato in his hands, his mind going numb: Are these two really this... wild in private?

Do not look at what is improper! Do not look at what is improper! This is no place to stay; slip back to the room to stay safe! Otherwise, I feel like I'm going to be in big trouble!

He held his breath, trying to minimize his presence, and tiptoed like a mouse stealing oil, hugging the wall as he crept toward his room.

But with the commotion of him opening the door, Ma Xiaotao and Wu Ming weren't fools; besides him, who else had a key?

Suddenly, all the "gunfire and shelling" ceased.

Two scorching gazes "whooshed" and focused on Long Jinyu, who was still trying to "turn invisible."

Long Jinyu felt a chill down his back. He forced a laugh, slowly turned around, raised his hands to wave, and flashed a harmless smile:

"Ah, haha... Good afternoon, Seniors? You, uh, have great energy, don't you? The weather is so nice today... Anyway, I just got back, I didn't see anything, please continue, do continue..."

He turned to slip toward his room.

"Jun—ior—!"

Wu Ming was the first to react, a smile brighter than the sun blooming on her face.

She tossed the lingerie bag aside and rushed over in two or three steps.

With practiced ease, she wrapped her arms around Long Jinyu's neck from behind, half her body hanging off him, her lips brushing against his reddened earlobe as she breathed out like an orchid.

"Back already~? That little skirt is so cute~ Didn't see you all day, did you miss your sister? Hmm?"

"Come and judge for yourself? Who is better, me or Xiaotao?"

Her collar pressed against him, and Long Jinyu could feel the smooth skin of her arms and her vibrant warmth against his neck, while her playful whispers echoed in his ear...

It was his first time being held so closely by a beautiful older sister other than Ma Xiaotao, and in such an ambiguous position, his body instantly tensed up, and his blood began to rush toward his face (and below) once again.

Restraint! Long Jinyu, you must have restraint! You are a decent person!

He screamed internally, but his body refused to listen.

But... I've already transmigrated... occasionally taking a little advantage... and since the other party is the one initiating... it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Another voice muttered quietly.

'Besides... while Senior Wu Ming has a bit of a fiery temper, her looks and figure are absolutely top-tier... This sensation... how wonderful~. Being held by such a great beauty... it seems... I'm not losing out, am I?'

In the end, the hot-blooded teenager's psychology won the upper hand.

He relaxed his body slightly, even subconsciously adjusting his posture to be held more comfortably, and gave a dry cough: "Ahem, well... both seniors are brilliant and heroic, each with their own merits, it's hard to say who is better, truly hard to say~..."

On the other side, Ma Xiaotao saw that Long Jinyu not only didn't hide from Wu Ming in fear like the first time.

Instead, he wore a "half-reluctant" and even somewhat "enjoyable" expression, and that nameless fire in her heart flared up in an instant, burning even faster than her Evil Fire!

She had only known this kid for two days! But for some reason, she just couldn't stand seeing him so close to other women, especially someone as thick-skinned as Wu Ming!

Thinking back to yesterday, in just half a day, she had hugged him three times! And those were... those kinds of tight embraces!

'He's already held my waist! He's even rubbed against my neck!'

'The last time, I even fainted right in his arms. If things went wrong... he might have touched every inch of me?!'

Although her reason told her Long Jinyu wasn't that kind of person, her emotions simply ignored all that!

Hmph! Regardless, he has to take responsibility... at the very least, he can't be snatched away by someone else so easily!

Thinking this, Ma Xiaotao lunged forward, slapped away the hand Wu Ming had draped over Long Jinyu's shoulder, and then snatched him from Wu Ming's "clutches," pulling him tightly into her own embrace.

Like a little phoenix guarding its food, she glared at Wu Ming:

"Wu Ming! He is my junior! Mind your influence! If you want to talk, just talk, why are you getting handsy!"

Long Jinyu: "..."

In an instant, he went from being surrounded by the Sun Golden Crow to being enveloped by the Blazing Phoenix.

The aura on Ma Xiaotao was more familiar, and also more... domineering. He found himself buried in a cloud of warmth and fragrance, his mind feeling a bit dizzy.

Wu Ming was stunned for a moment after her hand was slapped away, but then her eyes brightened even more.

When she had held Long Jinyu just now, she clearly felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, as if the depths of her martial soul were being gently soothed by some warm and noble power, making her subconsciously unwilling to let go.

Seeing Ma Xiaotao's intense reaction now, it only confirmed that this junior was far more than just someone who could suppress an Evil Fire!

"Oh my, Xiaotao, is it really necessary? It's just a hug, you won't lose a piece of meat."

Wu Ming chuckled, her fiery red eyes looking at Long Jinyu with great interest.

"But speaking of which... little junior, are you hiding some kind of treasure? Or is your martial soul special?"

"Holding you just now felt incredibly comfortable, my Golden Crow Martial Soul even reacted to it, all warm and fuzzy. Can you let sister hold you again? Just to test it? Hehehe~"

As she spoke, she licked her lips, looking like a curious explorer who had just discovered a new continent.

Long Jinyu: "???"

'Martial soul reacted? Comfortable? Senior Wu Ming! Your reasoning sounds exactly like the Big Bad Wolf trying to trick a little lamb into opening the Space Gate!'

'But since it's the Nine-Colored Dragon God martial soul, it seems... quite reasonable? A passive skill?'

Ma Xiaotao's internal alarm bells rang loudly!

'Oh no! This silly bird Wu Ming felt it too!'

The attraction of this kid's Nine-Colored Dragon Emperor Martial Soul is just too great! If she lets Wu Ming touch him a few more times, given the equally domineering and scorching attributes of the Golden Crow Martial Soul, who knows if it will create an even stronger "spark"?

"Test what test! Absolutely not!"

Ma Xiaotao immediately vetoed it, pulling Long Jinyu even tighter, almost embedding him into her own body.

"Mmph... Senior... suffocating... dying...!" Long Jinyu's muffled voice came from her chest, carrying a hint of oxygen-deprived distress.

"Cough, cough, cough... s-sorry, kid. That... I didn't control my strength." Ma Xiaotao blushed, loosening her grip in a panic and pretending to be calm.

"Just once, Xiaotao! Just touch his arm! I promise!" Wu Ming began to use her relentless pestering skills, acting cute (threatening✓) while pulling on Ma Xiaotao's arm and shaking it: "I just want to confirm if it was an illusion! Good Xiaotao~ the prettiest~ the most understanding Xiaotao~"

Ma Xiaotao couldn't handle Wu Ming's pestering, and seeing that she seemed genuinely curious about the martial soul reaction rather than just being a pervert, she reluctantly compromised: "...Just once! Only touch his arm! If you dare to touch anywhere else, see what happens!"

She completely released her hold on Long Jinyu.

"Got it, got it!" Wu Ming smiled triumphantly, extended two fingers, and gently pinched Long Jinyu's forearm.

And then--

"Wow! It's real!"

The moment they made contact, Wu Ming couldn't help but let out a satisfied exclamation, her fiery red eyes wide open.

"It's like... like soaking in a hot spring in winter! My martial soul feels all warm, and my soul power is circulating more smoothly! So comfortable!"

Long Jinyu: "..."

She acted as if she had discovered a top-tier hand warmer; her two fingers quickly turned into her whole palm, and she began to curiously rub back and forth on Long Jinyu's forearm, pinching here and stroking there.

Feeling that peculiar sensation and the pleasant thrumming coming from the depths of her martial soul, she kept making clicking sounds of wonder: "This texture... this effect... little junior, what exactly is your martial soul? It's too magical!"

At this moment, Wu Ming was truly like a "female pervert" who had found a beloved toy and couldn't bear to let go.

Long Jinyu was a bit panicked at first, but seeing Wu Ming's expression—which was purely out of curiosity and devoid of any lewd intent (even if her actions were indeed a bit stalker-like)—and feeling the comfortable warm current of faint soul power exchange on his arm, he slowly began to relax.

He even... started to enjoy it.

Hmm... the feeling of being fought over by two beautiful seniors... it doesn't seem half bad?

He felt a secret thrill, the corners of his mouth unable to stop curling upward.

It wasn't like he had initiated it anyway; the seniors were the ones insisting on touching him!

This subtle change in his expression and his "reveling in it" look did not escape Ma Xiaotao's eyes in the slightest.

Watching Wu Ming's "greasy paws" rubbing all over Long Jinyu's arm, and then seeing Long Jinyu's seemingly blissful expression, she was so angry her teeth ached.

She wanted nothing more than to immediately slap Wu Ming's claws away and drag Long Jinyu back into her own arms to hide him.

"Alright, alright! That's enough! Let go!"

Ma Xiaotao interrupted irritably, her tone dripping with jealousy.

"Have you touched enough? It's like you've never seen a man before!"

"You've tested him, haven't you? Hurry back to your Golden Crow Nest!"

Wu Ming rubbed her fingers with regret, seemingly still savoring the sensation from just a moment ago.

She looked at Ma Xiaotao's jealous outburst and Long Jinyu's look of feigned innocence (secretly thrilled ✓), and suddenly revealed an extremely cunning smile.

"Why would I go back~"

She strolled over to the sofa and sat down, crossed her legs, picked up an apple, and took a bite. Her gaze swept back and forth between Ma Xiaotao and Long Jinyu as she said slowly:

"Xiaotao, your Phoenix Perch Pavilion is so big, one more person won't make a difference, right? Look at how good our junior's 'special effects' are; why enjoy it alone when we can share the fun? How about I come over to visit often and we can 'rub' together?"

She deliberately enunciated the word "rub" with an exceptionally ambiguous tone.

Long Jinyu: "!!!" (There's such a good thing?)

Ma Xiaotao: "!!!" (In your dreams!)

Long Jinyu felt the hand clutching his arm tighten abruptly, and wisps of flame were already beginning to emerge from Ma Xiaotao's body...

He wept internally: I want to drink Basalt Soul-Shocking Soup... This Asura field... is harder to deal with than Sister Su's exam questions! System! Protect your host!

[Beep! Detected an ultra-high concentration energy field of mixed jealousy and rage! Suggestion for Host: Enjoy... or wait for death.]

Hearing the System's snide remark, a surge of inexplicable backbone suddenly welled up from the bottom of Long Jinyu's heart.

Screw you! I knew you were unreliable! Everything has to be done by myself! He retorted to the System in his mind, his gaze instantly changing.

Instead of sitting here waiting for death and being completely manipulated by these two women, I might as well... take the initiative!

Thinking of this, Long Jinyu took a deep breath and suddenly exerted force with the arm that was being tightly held in Ma Xiaotao's embrace!

Ma Xiaotao was focused entirely on "killing" Wu Ming with her eyes and was completely unprepared for Long Jinyu to suddenly exert force.

She only felt an irresistible, surging power wash over her, and with a startled cry, the world spun as Long Jinyu turned the tables, firmly pinning her down onto the soft sofa!