Chen, No, We Can't Do This~

"It should be here."

Just as Qing Yanjing began to doubt herself, a figure shrouded in shadow, its true appearance obscured, appeared atop the walls of the Meng Residence and looked down upon the sprawling estate.

Ling Ying tried to sense the terrifying aura that had abruptly appeared during the day, only to discover in surprise that the natural energy of heaven and earth here was more than twice as dense as elsewhere in Wutan City.

"Hm?"

Sensing the arrival of an uninvited guest, Qing Yanjing set aside the tangled thoughts in her heart. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she rose and walked out of the room.

When he saw a door open, Ling Ying's gaze sharpened. Looking at the peerlessly elegant, noble, and voluptuous figure, he was secretly startled.

How could this be? He could not sense even a trace of the woman's aura.

If not for his own eyes, which could see Qing Yanjing standing there, he would never have noticed her existence through perception alone!

A Battle Ancestor... no, could she be a Battle Venerable expert?

Ling Ying secretly speculated. The cultivation technique he practiced was special, and his soul perception was no weaker than that of an alchemist.

Though he was merely a Battle Emperor, he could still sense something from even a Battle Ancestor expert.

Yet he could not detect the slightest aura from the woman before him. She was definitely far more than a Battle Ancestor—she was very likely a Battle Venerable expert!

The cool night breeze swept past, lifting Qing Yanjing's skirt. She raised her eyes toward the shadow-shrouded figure, her crimson lips parting as her indifferent voice rang out.

"What business brings you here so late at night?"

Though it was merely a simple question, Ling Ying's heart trembled, and dense beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

It was not because he feared a Battle Venerable expert, but because the invisible majesty radiating from Qing Yanjing gave him the illusion that he was facing his clan leader!

The Ancient Clan's leader was a Dou Saint!

Could this woman not be a Battle Venerable, but a Dou Saint?

Hiss—Ling Ying was even more shocked.

Better to believe it existed than risk believing it did not.

Ling Ying did not dare show the slightest disrespect. He hurriedly withdrew the shadows concealing him and revealed his true form.

"This junior is Ling Ying. Greetings, Senior. This junior did not mean to disturb you. My young lady sent this junior to meet you."

Ling Ying instinctively took Qing Yanjing to be the owner of that terrifying aura. Filled with apprehension, he hurriedly explained himself.

Qing Yanjing's expression remained cold. She did not take Ling Ying seriously.

He was merely a practitioner of dou qi equivalent to the Heaven Transformation Realm. If she used a few methods, killing him would be as easy as turning her hand.

Then Qing Yanjing said flatly, "Now that you have seen me, you may leave."

Ling Ying did not dare refuse. He bent at the waist in a respectful bow, and a mass of shadow wrapped around him before he vanished.

As for invoking the Ancient Clan's name to bolster himself, since she had not attacked him, rashly revealing the Ancient Clan's name would only provoke her displeasure.

His death did not matter, but if he brought disaster upon his young lady, he would be guilty beyond redemption.

After dismissing Ling Ying, Qing Yanjing had just turned to return to her room and rest when Meng Chen's voice sounded beside her ear.

"Aunt Qing, what happened?"

Qing Yanjing turned around and saw Meng Chen walking out through the moon gate. Her expression shifted subtly, and her gaze began to evade his, not daring to look at him.

There was no other reason. Meng Chen wore a white silk night robe, open at the chest and exposing his sturdy pectorals, brimming with masculine vigor.

"Nothing, nothing. Just an uninvited guest." Qing Yanjing turned her head aside, a faint blush appearing on her pretty face as she casually explained.

Noticing that something was off about Qing Yanjing's expression, Meng Chen strode forward and approached her.

The close distance startled Qing Yanjing into taking two steps back. Unexpectedly, her high heel struck the threshold, and she lost her balance, falling backward uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Meng Chen reacted quickly. He swiftly reached out and wrapped an arm around her slender, willow-like waist, exerting a little force as he pulled her into his embrace!

Qing Yanjing lay against Meng Chen's chest, her face pressed to him as astonishment filled her beautiful eyes.

Compared to the scorching heat of daytime, Meng Chen's chest was somewhat cool at night, yet it still carried a faint warmth.

At the same time, the vast, surging masculine aura emanating from him remained difficult for Qing Yanjing to resist. Her delicate body involuntarily softened, and a trace of desire uncontrollably rose within her heart.

Thump... thump... thump...

The rhythmic pounding of his heart echoed by Qing Yanjing's ear. She was somewhat dazed. Though she wanted to push Meng Chen away, her body did not respond for a long while.

Her reason told her she could not, but her body was defying her reason.

Feeling the increasingly heavy breaths against his chest, Meng Chen lowered his head and looked at Qing Yanjing, who leaned against him with a trace of haziness in her eyes.

Seeing that she still had not pushed him away, Meng Chen, as if possessed, extended his other hand and lifted Qing Yanjing's veil.

Under the night sky, a peerlessly beautiful face that outshone the stars and dimmed even the moonlight entered Meng Chen's sight.

Her features were incomparably exquisite, without the slightest flaw. Her crimson lips were moist as she breathed softly against his chest; her delicate nose twitched, releasing faint, muffled breaths.

The next moment, Meng Chen made a bold move. He reached toward Qing Yanjing's jade-white chin and gently lifted her exquisite face.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he abruptly lowered his head!

"Mmph!!!"

Feeling the scorching heat against her lips, Qing Yanjing's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, filled with disbelief.

I... I was actually forcibly kissed by my disciple!

No, how could this be allowed? I'm his master!

Qing Yanjing repeatedly warned herself. Her silver teeth clenched as she raised a hand and placed it lightly against Meng Chen's chest. No longer hesitating, she fiercely pushed him away.

She staggered as she supported herself against the doorway. Looking at Meng Chen's stunned expression, she trembled as she tried to dissuade him.

"Chen, no, we can't do this..."

"Aunt Qing..."

Seeing this, Meng Chen had wanted to press his advantage and reached out to grab Qing Yanjing's arm again, but Qing Yanjing waved him back.

Then came a click, and the door shut, leaving Meng Chen outside.

Inside the room, Qing Yanjing leaned against the door. Her pretty face was crimson, her voluptuous body trembling without end, her violet eyes filled with shame and sorrow as regret flooded her heart.

Why hadn't I pushed Meng Chen away just now? If I had, would he not have kissed me?

Thinking of how, in just this short day, so many changes had occurred between her and Meng Chen, Qing Yanjing did not know what to say.

Blame Meng Chen? But she had failed to restrain herself. She had not resisted the young man's masculine aura and had nearly fallen completely.

If only Meng Chen had not taken her as his master, perhaps she truly could have continued like that.

But now Meng Chen was her disciple. She could not—at the very least, she should not...

Qing Yanjing silently recited the Mind-Calming Mantra, trying to dispel the trace of desire that had been stirred within her mind.

Yet the more she tried to avoid it, the stronger and deeper that thought became.

"Chen..."

After a long while, Qing Yanjing tightly shut her beautiful eyes and murmured softly. Her ample hips trembled faintly.

Outside the room, Meng Chen looked at the voluptuous figure leaning against the door, his heart stirring with restless thoughts.

He could sense that Qing Yanjing had already developed feelings for him. She was only resisting him because of their master-disciple relationship.

Meng Chen had not expected things to progress so quickly. But since Qing Yanjing was resisting so fiercely, it seemed he needed to add fuel to the fire.

At that thought, Meng Chen came up with a suitable candidate—someone who might greatly provoke Qing Yanjing and help her break through that psychological restraint...