Holding Qing Yanjing in His Arms, the Goddess's Heart in Turmoil, Meng Chen Presses His Advantage!

Although the Essence-Gathering Formation was merely an imitation of the Spirit-Gathering Formation, it had barely reached the second tier.

However, because it was her first time setting it up, and because she had to account for the environment and laws of the Dou Qi Continent, it directly consumed the spiritual energy Qing Yanjing had recovered over the past few days.

With the formation newly completed, Qing Yanjing felt as though her body had been drained dry. Her legs went weak, and she could barely remain standing as her curvaceous body began to sway.

Fortunately, Meng Chen reacted quickly and immediately reached out to catch Qing Yanjing, preventing her from falling.

Her soft warmth filled his arms, and Meng Chen immediately felt a supple, elastic impact unlike Yafei's, coming from the unparalleled abundance of the Saint-Grade Butt Sovereign.

The lustful fire Yafei had stirred in his lower abdomen had only just subsided, yet Qing Yanjing's presence rekindled it, making the flames burn even fiercer!

"Aunt Qing, are you all right?" Meng Chen asked Qing Yanjing with concern.

Feeling Meng Chen's warm chest against her back, as well as the youth's natural reaction, Qing Yanjing's delicate body trembled faintly. Her peaks quivered, and a light flush surfaced on her breathtaking face beneath the veil.

After cultivating for so many years, she had never been held by a man outside her family, let alone at such close range.

"I'm fine. I've merely used up a little too much spiritual energy."

Suppressing the ripple in her heart, Qing Yanjing hurriedly left Meng Chen's embrace. Her eyes lowered slightly, and an indescribable glint flickered in her violet pupils.

Seeing that she was unharmed and merely acting a little strangely, Meng Chen also breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as she was fine.

But soon, Meng Chen noticed the lustful fire rising in his lower abdomen. His expression shifted slightly, and when he saw the blush beneath Qing Yanjing's veil, he inwardly cursed.

This is awkward!

"Um... Aunt Qing, you should go back and rest first. I'll handle the rest."

Meng Chen had wanted to apologize to Qing Yanjing, but then thought that would only make it more obvious. When the words reached his lips, he swiftly changed them.

Hearing this, Qing Yanjing did not pursue the matter further. That would only make things more awkward.

She nodded slightly, turned around, and left with her plump, millstone-like hips swaying.

Yet as Meng Chen watched Qing Yanjing's hips, which seemed capable of grinding a person to death, his gaze could not help turning heated.

Everyone loved beauty. He was an entirely normal man, not a eunuch. How could he possibly not be attracted to Qing Yanjing?

Qing Yanjing, too, sensed that burning gaze behind her. Her heart trembled slightly, and the jade feet encased in golden high heels became a little unsteady as she quickened her pace.

Only after Qing Yanjing's graceful figure had completely disappeared did Meng Chen withdraw his gaze. He let out a soft sigh, full of emotion.

"As expected of the Saint-Grade Butt Sovereign. It truly lives up to its reputation!"

After returning to her room, Qing Yanjing knelt lightly on the bed, her ample hips resting against her calves. She closed her eyes and began regulating her breath to restore her spiritual energy, refusing to think about what had happened earlier. Her expression gradually returned to normal.

Yet the more she tried not to think about it, the more often those unspeakable sensations surfaced in her mind—being held in Meng Chen's arms, along with that strange feeling between her hips.

Ripples spread through Qing Yanjing's heart, refusing to calm for a long while.

By afternoon, the Essence-Gathering Formation had already taken effect, raising the density of heaven and earth energy within the Meng Residence by more than double.

Meng Chen cultivated for less than half an hour before breaking through to Four-Star Battle Practitioner.

"Young Master Meng, dinner is ready."

The butler's report sounded from outside. Meng Chen ended his cultivation, opened the door, and walked out.

"Where is Aunt Qing?" Meng Chen asked the butler.

The butler replied, "Xiaolian has already gone to invite Madam Qing."

Not long after, Meng Chen arrived at the dining hall. Qing Yanjing also happened to approach from the other side, her expression beneath the veil perfectly normal.

"Aunt Qing."

Meng Chen greeted her, and Qing Yanjing nodded lightly in return, as though nothing had happened more than half an hour ago.

Four dishes and a soup sat on the marble table, all relatively light.

After Meng Chen and Qing Yanjing took their seats, he said warmly, "Aunt Qing, I noticed that you prefer lighter food, so I specifically asked the cook to make these dishes. Please see whether they suit your taste."

"You're very thoughtful." Looking at the dishes, Qing Yanjing felt a little more approval for Meng Chen upon seeing how attentive he was to her.

After dinner, Qing Yanjing looked at Meng Chen. Her red lips parted as she spoke slowly, a trace of barely perceptible gentleness added to her calm voice.

"If there is anything you do not understand about cultivation, you may come ask me. Though different paths lead to the same destination, and I do not know much about Dou Qi cultivation, I can still offer you some guidance."

"Mm, then I'll have to trouble you in the future, Aunt Qing. By the way, although this may be presumptuous, I still want to ask: with the talent of your Eight Divine Veins, breaking from Spirit Grade to Immortal Grade should not have been much of a problem. How did you fail?"

"Of course, if it touches upon something you would rather not discuss, Aunt Qing, you needn't answer."

Meng Chen asked curiously. After hesitating for a long while, Qing Yanjing did not hide her experience.

"It is not something taboo. I was being hunted, and I had no choice but to forcibly attempt a breakthrough into Immortal Grade. That was why I failed."

"Hunted? Who was hunting you? The Buddha Ancient Clan? Or the Maha Ancient Clan?"

Meng Chen was surprised. Based on the original work's descriptions, he could guess a thing or two, but he did not know who had pursued Qing Yanjing.

Hearing Meng Chen mention the two great Ancient Clans, Qing Yanjing was slightly surprised. Though she had guessed that Meng Chen knew quite a bit about her, she had not expected him to connect so much.

However, Qing Yanjing shook her head. "Neither of them, though they cannot be entirely absolved of responsibility. The ones who acted were the Extraterritorial Evil Clan."

As the goddess of the Buddha Ancient Clan, a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius bearing the Eight Divine Veins and the youngest Spirit Formation Grandmaster, she was naturally a target on the Extraterritorial Evil Clan's kill list.

After all, the Heavenly Evil God of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan had been sealed by the Immortal Emperor's Great Thousand Demon-Transforming Formation. How could the Extraterritorial Evil Clan allow her to grow stronger?

Qing Yanjing had originally concealed her identity while training abroad, but she was besieged. She guessed that someone had most likely leaked her identity.

Among those who besieged her was a Profound Demon Emperor equivalent to an Immortal-Grade Heavenly Sovereign, as well as several Nether Demon Emperors equivalent to Spirit-Grade Heavenly Sovereigns.

One of those Nether Demon Emperors had even been from the Sacred Demon Clan.

To fight them, Qing Yanjing had used every method at her disposal. In the end, she killed three Nether Demon Emperors, then trapped the remaining demon emperors with a Spirit Array and escaped to the Hundred Spirit Continent.

There was no need for Qing Yanjing to say more about what happened afterward.

"That really was dangerous!" Meng Chen said, still shaken.

Then Qing Yanjing's beautiful eyes fixed on Meng Chen. Her violet pupils reflected the youth's handsome, refined features as she asked in return, "What about you? You seem to know a great deal about me, as well as the Buddha Ancient Clan and the Maha Ancient Clan."

"As for me, Aunt Qing, to be honest, I'm not from the Great Thousand World. I come from the Heavenly Origin Realm."

Meng Chen produced the explanation he had prepared long ago.

When traveling outside, one's identity was whatever one claimed it to be. He would use it first and worry about the rest later.

"The Heavenly Origin Realm? What kind of world is that?"

Qing Yanjing was puzzled. She had read countless ancient records of the Buddha Ancient Clan, yet she had never heard of a place called the Heavenly Origin Realm.

Hearing this, Meng Chen dropped another bombshell on Qing Yanjing.

"It is normal that you do not know, Aunt Qing, because the Heavenly Origin Realm lies outside the Great Thousand World. Moreover, the Heavenly Origin Realm is larger and more prosperous than the Great Thousand World."

"The Extraterritorial Evil Clan you regard as the Great Thousand World's greatest enemy, along with the Heavenly Evil God sealed by the Immortal Emperor, all came from the Heavenly Origin Realm..."