Meng Chen Uses Himself to Tempt His Master, Qing Yanjing Goes "Ohho!"

Qing Yanjing held the Dragonblood Treasure Vial. Seeing Meng Chen truly awaken the Divine King Physique under the pressure of the dragon's might, she was happy for him as well.

Afterward, Meng Chen summoned the butler and told him to prepare a large barrel of clean water and deliver it to his room.

"Young Master, it's ready."

The butler had two servants carry the large wooden barrel filled with clean water into the main hall. Meng Chen waved them away and shut the doors and windows.

After taking out the herbs, Meng Chen crushed them into medicinal liquid and poured them into the barrel one by one.

Under the staining of the various medicinal liquids, the clear water became somewhat murky and gave off a faint strange smell.

Next, Meng Chen said to Qing Yanjing, "Aunt Qing, you can extract the Dragon Blood now."

Qing Yanjing nodded slightly. With a light tap of her fingertip against the Dragonblood Treasure Vial, spiritual power seeped into the vial. As its mouth opened and closed, she drew out a thread of Dragon Blood as thin as a hair.

But Qing Yanjing felt that was not safe enough, so she divided that thread of Dragon Blood into more than a hundred wisps and dropped one of them into the medicinal barrel.

The instant the Dragon Blood entered the barrel, the murky medicinal liquid began boiling violently, bubbling like magma.

Moreover, the color of the medicinal liquid was assimilated by gold at a visible speed. The dense, solid True Dragon aura transformed into an illusory dragon shadow that coiled within the barrel, swaying gracefully.

Smelling the rich, exotic fragrance emanating from the Dragon Blood bath and feeling the scorching temperature that could boil a person alive, Meng Chen gritted his teeth. Completely unconcerned that Qing Yanjing was present, he stripped off all his clothes!

Seeing this, Qing Yanjing's pupils contracted slightly, and she hurriedly turned her head away.

"Hiss—so hot!"

The moment Meng Chen placed a foot into the barrel, the heat contained in the medicinal liquid scalded him until he bared his teeth. His skin turned red like boiled shrimp.

Damn it, if you've got what it takes, burn me to death!

Meng Chen cursed inwardly and simply hardened his heart.

With a splash, medicinal liquid flew everywhere as he plunged headfirst into the barrel, immersing his entire body in the liquid, head included.

Hearing the sound, Qing Yanjing hurriedly looked toward the medicinal barrel, concern appearing on her face.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Bubbles rose even more frequently from the barrel. Meng Chen's body could no longer be seen, as though he had been swallowed by the medicinal liquid, his flesh dissolved and bones melted.

Stimulated by the Dragon Blood medicinal liquid, every pore on Meng Chen's body opened. First, needle-like pain swept through his entire body, followed quickly by agony as if his bones were being scraped, leaving him in unbearable torment.

Meng Chen clenched his teeth and silently circulated the Taihao Imperial Dragon Body, beginning to absorb the Dragon Blood medicinal liquid.

The medicinal liquid seeped through his pores and penetrated his flesh, meridians, limbs, and bones.

True Dragon Blood was fierce and overbearing. The moment it entered his body, it began charging wildly through Meng Chen's body, seeking to ravage him.

However, the moment the Dragon Blood touched Meng Chen's Golden Divine Blood, the Divine Blood took offense, flew into a rage, and immediately struck hard, pinning the True Dragon Blood down and grinding it into submission inside Meng Chen's body.

If it had been the Ten Fierce True Dragon, the Divine Blood would not have bothered with it.

But a mere dragon clan from the Great Thousand World dared act so presumptuously before It!

Dragon Blood, bruised and battered: My mistake, brother! My mistake!

After being "reconciled" by the Divine Blood, the Dragon Blood stopped raging, and Meng Chen no longer suffered so intensely. His tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed.

The Dragon Blood contained within the medicinal liquid was continuously absorbed and refined by him. The golden medicinal liquid slowly thinned and became transparent...

When the medicinal liquid became completely clear, Meng Chen's figure came into Qing Yanjing's view.

Looking at the naked young Divine King in the barrel, she hesitated for a moment before averting her eyes again.

A moment later, Meng Chen gradually regained consciousness.

Splash!

Water sprayed everywhere as the young Divine King rose to his feet. His upper body emerged from the water, revealing a perfectly toned and powerful physique.

Every inch of muscle seemed to have been sculpted from marble by the heavens. Countless droplets slowly slid down his body, only to be evaporated by his scorching vital energy before they could fall into the clear water.

His body glimmered with dark golden divine radiance as the Golden Divine Blood surged within him. His vital energy was as vast as rolling smoke, transforming into three lifelike golden Sun Pythons that coiled around him, extraordinarily mystical.

Meng Chen lowered his head to look at his completely bare body. His raging dragon stood tall, and his vital energy soared to the heavens.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist. Power surged like a spring, and the bones throughout his body immediately crackled like firecrackers during the New Year.

Carefully sensing the changes to his strength and body after body refinement, Meng Chen's lips curved slightly into a satisfied smile.

"Nine-Star Battle Practitioner, three Sun Python Markings! As expected of True Dragon Blood. It hurt a little, but the effects are still remarkable."

After a single medicinal bath, not only had his physique improved tremendously, but his battle qi cultivation had also reached the Nine-Star Battle Practitioner realm. How could Meng Chen not be satisfied?

It was only that the Sun Python Markings he had condensed were not the three colors described by the Taihao Imperial Dragon Body, but a pure gold without the slightest trace of impurity.

Meng Chen guessed this was related to his physique, or perhaps the Dragon Blood he had used. In any case, its quality was certainly superior to those three colors.

Stepping out of the barrel, Meng Chen saw Qing Yanjing keeping her head turned aside, afraid to look at him. A trace of mischief flashed in his eyes.

He deliberately walked in front of her and smiled. "Aunt Qing, I'm done refining my body. Would you like to help me test the strength of my body after refinement?"

Without waiting for Qing Yanjing to speak, Meng Chen reached out and grabbed her snow-white, delicate hand, pressing it against his still-burning-hot chest.

Feeling the muscles as hard as refined iron, as well as the waves of scorching heat emanating from his surging vital energy, Qing Yanjing froze and actually forgot to pull her hand away.

Only after a long while did Qing Yanjing come back to her senses.

Looking at Meng Chen gripping her fair wrist, her willow brows furrowed slightly. Just as she was about to scold him, Meng Chen took another two steps forward.

In an instant, the golden vital energy he had yet to retract after body refinement enveloped Qing Yanjing. Mixed within it was the pure, immaculate masculine aura of the young Divine King, as though it wanted to occupy every inch of her delicate body, leaving her no room to retreat.

"Ohhoho~~"

The next moment, Qing Yanjing's delicate body trembled violently. Her beautiful eyes rolled back slightly, her exquisite nose beneath the veil twitched, and her crimson lips parted. Under Meng Chen's stunned gaze, her full, round curves swayed as she involuntarily let out that sound.

"Aunt Qing, you..." Meng Chen said in surprise.

Fortunately, Qing Yanjing's will was firm. After only a brief lapse, she immediately regained her senses.

Realizing that she had displayed such a humiliating loss of composure, Qing Yanjing's expression changed drastically, and her jade-white face instantly flushed crimson.

She did not dare explain. She immediately pulled back her hand, supported her somewhat weak, voluptuous body, and fled Meng Chen's room without looking back.

Watching Qing Yanjing's flustered figure flee in defeat, the smile on Meng Chen's lips deepened, and his gaze grew even hotter.

Night fell. The sky was dark, and the stars were hidden.

Inside the dim room, Qing Yanjing knelt on the bed, her full hips resting on her tender calves as she meditated with her eyes closed.

Yet no matter what she did, she could not calm her mind. The scenes from the day kept surfacing uncontrollably in her thoughts.

Meng Chen's nearly flawless, perfect body, his scorching chest, and that overwhelming masculine aura that had made her delicate body go weak.

If she had not regained her senses in time, then perhaps...

"No, I can't!"

Qing Yanjing suddenly opened her eyes, panic on her face. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, and an indescribable shame flickered within her violet eyes.

She was his master. How could she have such thoughts?

Qing Yanjing hurriedly forced those improper thoughts from her mind, yet a trace of doubt arose within her heart.

Could it be that I've cultivated alone for too many years and become lonely? To think I would have such improper thoughts about the disciple I just accepted!