The Colder the Woman, the Harder She Moans

"Ohhh... Chen'er, as your master, I'll... naturally help you cultivate. Could you... let go of me first...?"

The overwhelming yang energy emanating from Meng Chen deeply stimulated Qing Yanjing, leaving her at a loss for what to do.

She went limp in her disciple's arms, her voluptuous hips trembling. Her exquisitely beautiful face beneath the veil flushed an unusual red as she pleaded between soft moans for Meng Chen to let her go first.

Seeing Qing Yanjing start moaning again, Meng Chen felt somewhat moved.

Sure enough, the colder the woman, the harder she moaned.

Meng Chen smiled and released Qing Yanjing. Her beautiful legs went weak, and she staggered upright, barely managing to support herself.

She had never imagined that she would be so sensitive. Merely being held by her disciple had left her powerless to resist.

Qing Yanjing's beautiful eyes flickered. She did not even dare look at Meng Chen, her heart filled with shame.

As the divine maiden of the Buddha Ancient Clan, a Spirit-Grade Heavenly Sovereign, and an Immortal Grade Spirit Formation Grandmaster, she had actually been reduced to such a state. Her will was so weak that she had repeatedly lost composure before her disciple.

After a while, Qing Yanjing recovered some of her strength.

She looked at Meng Chen, a trace of longing flashing through her beautiful eyes. Yet she still bit her red lips with pearly teeth and warned him in a trembling voice.

"Chen'er, your master has disgraced herself, but we are master and disciple after all. You must not harbor such thoughts toward your master..."

"And what if Aunt Qing harbors such thoughts toward me?" Meng Chen stepped closer and asked.

In an instant, the incomparably pure and pristine masculine aura washing over her made Qing Yanjing's body weaken again. She nearly collapsed back into Meng Chen's arms.

Panic appeared on Qing Yanjing's face, and she hurriedly backed away two steps. Though her body yearned for him, she did not dare approach Meng Chen in the slightest.

She did not understand it. She had clearly never felt this way when facing Meng Chen before, so why had she become like this after he refined his body?

No matter how her reason tried to stop her, her body still craved him, desperately wanting to get close to Meng Chen.

This was a physiological desire, a fundamental instinct that free will could never erase. Her body had chosen Meng Chen.

The truly awakened Primordial Pure-Blood Divine King Physique—the first of its kind in the Great Thousand World—was simply too perfect and too rare. The aura of his bloodline drew Qing Yanjing in, making her want to unite with him and bear his children...

In the end, Qing Yanjing could not answer Meng Chen's question. Twisting her lush hips, which seemed capable of grinding a man to death, she fled in disarray.

Meng Chen watched that curvaceous figure retreat with unsteady steps, utterly flustered, then smiled and returned to his room to cultivate.

Meanwhile, at the alley corner outside the Mittel Auction House, Xiao Yan had already waited for more than half an hour, yet Meng Chen was nowhere to be seen.

Rather than feeling disappointed, he looked excited.

"Old man, Brother Meng didn't come back to find you. You lost!"

"You brat, this old man hasn't lost yet. It hasn't even been an hour. That brat surnamed Meng must be weighing the pros and cons, or perhaps he's gathering ingredients for another Blood Lotus Pill!"

Yao Lao stubbornly refused to admit defeat and came up with excuses for himself.

Xiao Yan immediately grew unhappy.

"You damned old man, are you refusing to honor the bet?"

Yao Lao's face darkened at once.

"How am I refusing to honor it? Fine, three days. If that kid doesn't come looking for us within three days, I'll count it as my loss. This old man will compensate you with a low-grade Earth-rank battle technique!"

"Deal!" Xiao Yan agreed at once. "After standing around for so long, my legs are starting to go numb. You old man too, insisting on standing here and waiting..."

Yao Lao gave a light snort, though doubts began to rise within him.

He refused to believe that the brat surnamed Meng would not come looking for him. In the Jia Ma Empire, who besides him could successfully refine a Blood Lotus Pill in a single attempt?

At noon, Meng Residence.

Meng Chen finished cultivating. He had risen four stars in a row yesterday, and the rapid advancement had made his battle qi somewhat unstable. After refining it for a while, it had settled considerably.

After getting up and stretching, Meng Chen pushed open the door and left his room. The steward had already instructed the kitchen to prepare lunch.

"Where is Madam Qing?"

Seeing that there was only one set of dishes and chopsticks at the dining table, Meng Chen asked the steward why Qing Yanjing was absent.

The steward answered truthfully, "Young Master, Madam had her meal delivered directly to her courtyard."

"Is that so?"

Hearing this, Meng Chen guessed that Qing Yanjing was hiding from him and waved the steward away.

As he ate, Meng Chen considered the matter of the Blood Lotus Pill.

Although the Purple Sun Incinerating World Heavenly Technique did not require him to obtain a Heavenly Flame to break through his realm, possessing one would multiply the power of the battle techniques recorded within the cultivation method, naturally increasing his strength tremendously.

Relying solely on his physical body, even with the Divine King Physique after body refinement, Meng Chen could not guarantee that he would successfully fuse with a Heavenly Flame. He still needed another layer of protection.

Of course, Yao Lao was not the only person on the continent capable of refining Blood Lotus Pills. But he had not been wrong either: at least on the Northwestern Continent, he truly was the only one who could succeed in a single attempt.

Perhaps he could steal one.

A glint flashed through Meng Chen's eyes. A name surfaced in his mind, and he muttered it aloud.

"Han Feng."

Han Feng had inherited Yao Lao's alchemy arts, so he definitely possessed Blood Lotus Pills.

However, Han Feng was far away in the Black-Corner Region. He was also a Battle Emperor who controlled a Heavenly Flame, a sixth-tier alchemist with many followers.

Killing him to seize the pill would not merely be difficult—it would at least be troublesome.

As for trading for the pill, when dealing with someone who had murdered his master, who could guarantee that Han Feng would not tamper with the medicine?

Meng Chen swallowed the last mouthful of rice, a faint killing intent rising in his eyes.

Then he would kill the man and take the pill!

Han Feng also possessed a Heart-Sea Flame. He could seize that as well.

Since he had already transmigrated, Meng Chen would not bind himself with the moral code from before his transmigration.

No matter the world, resources were obtained by taking them. One method was merely more discreet, while the other was more direct.

"Killing someone and taking the pill in the Black-Corner Region would be too troublesome. With Han Feng's connections, it might provoke the pursuit of a whole group of Battle Kings and Battle Emperors. I need to find a way to lure that fellow Han Feng out of the Black-Corner Region."

Meng Chen pondered.

"That fellow Han Feng fears that Venerable Feng will find him. He has hidden in the Black-Corner Region all these years and does not dare travel the continent. To make him come out, there must be a reason he cannot refuse."

"The Flame Mantra? No, that would be too obvious. With Han Feng's suspicious nature, he would definitely suspect someone was deliberately setting a trap for him."

"A Heavenly Flame... that could work. But Han Feng definitely won't come alone. He'll most likely invite several Battle Emperors, so it seems I need to find myself a helper as well."

Meng Chen raised his head and gazed toward the Tagor Great Desert, deep in thought.

Although Qing Yanjing's spiritual energy had recovered somewhat after this period of recuperation.

Facing several Battle Emperors, or even a Battle Ancestor who might appear, Meng Chen felt that his master might struggle somewhat.

Finding another Battle Emperor would be safer.

"Hai Bodong, the Serpent Seal... I wonder whether my Divine Blood can cleanse that thing away."

Meng Chen muttered to himself.

The Divine Blood of the Divine King Physique possessed the ability to cleanse all evil and curses. To a certain extent, the Serpent Seal was also a negative effect, a different kind of curse.

His Divine King Physique was not as powerful as Jiang Taixu's, not even at minor accomplishment. It had only just awakened.

But using Divine Blood to wash away a mere Serpent Seal should not be much of a problem...