Qing Yanjing Could No Longer Hold It In and Let Out Another Battle Howl

"Aunt Qing."

Arriving at Qing Yanjing's courtyard, Meng Chen walked to the door and raised his hand to knock.

Inside, upon hearing Meng Chen's voice, Qing Yanjing's tightly shut eyes opened slightly. Her gorgeous purple eyes, like a starry river, flickered with faint conflict.

She wanted some time to calm down and suppress the physical craving she felt for Meng Chen.

Yet upon hearing that familiar voice, no matter how hard she tried to restrain herself, she still found it difficult to control herself.

"Ah... forget it..."

Qing Yanjing sighed softly. She was both Meng Chen's protector and his master; how could she possibly avoid seeing or interacting with him?

She could only hope that Meng Chen would rein in his improper thoughts toward her and stop causing trouble.

Qing Yanjing slowly rose to her feet and waved a hand, opening the door from afar.

Seeing the door open, Meng Chen entered the room. Looking at the curvaceous, beautiful figure with her back to him, he cupped his hands toward Qing Yanjing.

"Aunt Qing, I need you to accompany me on a long journey."

"A long journey? Did something happen?" Qing Yanjing turned around, a trace of confusion appearing on her peerlessly beautiful face beneath the veil.

Why did he suddenly want to travel far away?

"Aunt Qing, I'm going to the Tagor Great Desert to find someone who can help me. When the time comes..." Meng Chen did not hide anything and told Qing Yanjing his plan.

"Mm. If that is the case, then I shall accompany you."

After hearing him out, Qing Yanjing nodded slightly. She did not grow angry because Meng Chen intended to scheme against someone, kill them, and seize their pill.

From what she had learned through her interactions with Meng Chen these past few days, she knew he was not someone who slaughtered innocents indiscriminately.

For him to make such a decisive choice, that Han Feng was likely no good person either.

Seeing Qing Yanjing agree, Meng Chen immediately had the butler prepare a carriage.

More than an hour later.

Since the journey was quite long, the butler carefully selected a spacious large carriage from the carriage market in Wutan City. It was pulled by four Unicorn Horses.

Unicorn Horses possessed magical beast bloodlines. They were mild-tempered, resistant to heat and cold, and could travel three thousand li in a day.

The carriage was spacious and lavishly furnished. It was covered with magical beast fur and contained not only a tea table and sofa, but even a small bed—a true Rolls-Royce among carriages.

Qing Yanjing boarded the carriage first. Just as Meng Chen was about to get in, he heard a surprised voice.

"Brother Meng, are you heading out on a long journey?"

Hearing this, Meng Chen looked toward the voice and saw Xiao Yan standing not far away, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at him in surprise. Xiao Xun'er stood beside him.

However, there was an almost imperceptible hint of wariness in Xiao Xun'er's gaze toward Meng Chen.

Meng Chen nodded at Xiao Yan and smiled. "Yes, I'm going out to seek some medicine."

"Seek medicine?" Xiao Yan cried out instinctively, then immediately realized he had overreacted and hurriedly added, "Brother Meng, are you ill?"

Meng Chen shook his head. "Not really. I just want to ask an alchemist to refine a pill for me. I won't be gone long... if things go quickly, I'll be back in half a month."

"I see. Then take care, Brother Meng. When you return, I'll treat you to a meal."

Xiao Yan cupped his hands toward Meng Chen without asking further. He had already guessed Meng Chen's purpose.

It had to be for the Blood Lotus Pill.

"See you, Brother Xiao." After boarding, Meng Chen also cupped his hands toward Xiao Yan before turning and entering the carriage.

Under the coachman's whip, the Unicorn Horses began to trot, kicking up clouds of dust as they pulled the carriage out of Wutan City.

Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, Xiao Yan seemed to see a Low-Level Earth-Rank Battle Skill waving at him. Even his eyes turned dreamy.

"Heh heh heh... old man, let's see how you can keep making excuses now. Three days? He's already gone elsewhere to seek medicine. You've lost!"

When Yao Lao saw that Meng Chen had not returned to find him, but had instead left Wutan City to seek medicine elsewhere, his face darkened.

"Fine, fine, fine! I'd like to see who in the Jia Ma Empire, besides this old man, can refine a Blood Lotus Pill in a single attempt!"

The carriage raced along the official road. Though it moved quickly, Meng Chen and Qing Yanjing barely felt any bumps inside.

However, Qing Yanjing sat far away from Meng Chen, not daring to get too close.

She was afraid—afraid that if she got too close to Meng Chen, she would lose control and let out another battle howl.

Thus, Qing Yanjing knelt on the sofa, closed her eyes in meditation, emptied her mind, and calmed her spirit, refusing to think of anything related to Meng Chen.

But as time passed, being in an enclosed space caused Meng Chen's scent to gradually fill the carriage, becoming ever more intense.

No matter how much Qing Yanjing tried to calm and focus herself, that irresistible masculine aura was like countless hands wrapping around her voluptuous body, seeping into her skin as though it wanted to claim every part of her!

Feeling waves of tingling spread across her skin, Qing Yanjing's mind fell into chaos, and that longing surged up within her once more.

She had no choice but to forcibly endure the strange sensation. Her pearly teeth clenched tightly, and though an unusual flush appeared on her exquisite face beneath the veil, she continued warning herself inwardly.

"No, I can't lose my composure in front of Chen'er again!"

Noticing Qing Yanjing's abnormal state, Meng Chen moved closer and asked with concern, "Aunt Qing, what's wrong?"

Keeping his distance had been one thing, but once he drew near, it was like the final straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering Qing Yanjing's restraint.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho..."

The next moment, Qing Yanjing suddenly opened her eyes. Her beautiful eyes rolled back slightly, and she could no longer suppress herself. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, her hips swayed, her lips parted, and she let out another uncontrollable battle howl.

Hearing Qing Yanjing's battle howl again, Meng Chen was utterly shocked, his face full of astonishment.

No, had it already reached this point?

He had not even done anything. He had not even touched her, yet she had already started howling. Wasn't she repressing herself too much?

Outside the carriage, the coachman heard the unceasing battle howls from within and felt deeply envious.

The master sure knew how to have fun!

Traveling day and night, they finally arrived at Stone Desert City more than ten days later.

As a city in the desert, Stone Desert City possessed a little more simplicity and solidity than the cities within the empire.

Perhaps because it was close to the Tagor Great Desert, its defenses were also far stricter than those of cities in the empire's interior. Fully armed soldiers could be seen patrolling everywhere.

The coachman stopped the carriage at a place in the city specifically meant for parking carriages and paid one gold coin for its safekeeping.

Meng Chen stepped out of the carriage with a small golden pagoda hanging from his waist, but Qing Yanjing was nowhere to be seen.

After that day's battle howl, Qing Yanjing realized that she could not remain with Meng Chen for extended periods, so she had placed herself inside the Small Pagoda.

The Small Pagoda now hung from Meng Chen's waist.

However, even while hiding within the Small Pagoda, Meng Chen could still faintly hear Qing Yanjing's battle howls.

She was repressing herself too much!

The reason he had come to Stone Desert City was naturally for Qinglin.

According to the original timeline, Xiao Yan would probably encounter Qinglin about a year and a half from now.

By then, Qinglin was already working as a maid for the Desert Iron Mercenary Group. The original story did not specify how many years she had worked there, but she was probably still quite young, only twelve or thirteen.

For some reason, a sense of guilt suddenly rose in Meng Chen's heart.

He stopped a burly man passing by and asked whether he had seen a girl in Stone Desert City with green snake scales on her wrist.

The man was initially displeased at being stopped, but upon seeing the bag of gold coins Meng Chen tossed to him, he immediately put on a flattering expression and hurriedly said:

"I've seen her. That little bastard with snake scales on her wrist is in the western part of the city. But I'd advise you not to get near her. She's cursed and will bring misfortune to anyone around her."

Children born between snake people and humans rarely lived past the age of two.

Both humans and snake people regarded someone like Qinglin as a curse.

Living for so many years had brought her nothing except even more disdain and mockery.

"The western part of the city? It seems Qinglin hasn't been taken in by the Desert Iron Mercenary Group yet..."