Qinglin's Sneak Attack—He's Going to Get Electrocuted for This

"Big Sister Xiao Yixian, when do you think Young Master will be back?"

Qinglin asked Xiao Yixian wistfully.

Xiao Yixian looked helpless, because Qinglin had already asked that question so many times.

One day apart truly felt like three autumns.

"The Little Divine King... probably had urgent matters to handle. Once he's done, he'll come pick you up."

"But it's already been so many days..." Qinglin lowered her little head. "I'm so worried about Young Master."

"I can't say for sure when the Little Divine King will return either..."

As Xiao Yixian spoke, she saw Qinglin's disappointed expression and swiftly changed her tone. "But since the Little Divine King said he would come pick you up, he definitely won't go back on his word. Maybe if you close your eyes and wait for a little while, he'll appear right before you."

Qinglin was at just that innocent age. The moment she heard Xiao Yixian say that, she immediately covered her eyes.

Xiao Yixian was truly dumbfounded now. No, little sister, you really take things literally. Where was she supposed to pull a Little Divine King out from later?

Qinglin paid no attention to that. She obediently closed her eyes and asked, "Big Sister Xiao Yixian, is this enough?"

"Mm, that's enough."

A familiar voice answered, but it was not Xiao Yixian's.

Qinglin sprang up as she opened her eyes, only to find that the face she had longed for day and night truly stood before her.

"Young Master!"

The tiny girl crashed headfirst into the handsome young man's embrace. The youth instinctively took a step back to absorb the impact, then reached out to support the little beauty snake's waist.

Qinglin raised her little face, her voice full of attachment. "Young Master, I missed you so much..."

Perhaps because of her past experiences, she was especially afraid of losing people.

Meng Chen's heart clenched.

Women were like fine wine: the older they became, the richer and mellower they grew. Qinglin, however, was like fresh dew not yet brewed into wine. Perhaps she was best suited for someone like him, who could not hold his liquor...

Ah, damn it!

Meng Chen bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to sober up.

Sir, you're going to get electrocuted for this.

Without leaving a trace, he lifted Qinglin out of his arms and rubbed her head. "Be good, Qinglin. Sorry, I was delayed on the road for a few days."

Meng Chen's voice was gentle, and Qinglin's heart warmed as she listened. Big Sister Xiao Yixian really didn't lie to me. I just closed my eyes and opened them again, and Young Master had come back.

Seeing that Meng Chen and Qinglin's reunion had come to an end, Xiao Yixian bowed to Meng Chen. "Little Divine King, did everything go smoothly?"

"It's all taken care of."

Meng Chen nodded at her, then spoke gently to Qinglin. "Qinglin, pack your things. Young Master is taking you home."

Upon hearing that, Qinglin lifted her head from his arms. Her eyes shone like two jade-green pearls washed clean by water. "Home?"

"Mm. Our home is in Wutan City."

The little beauty snake cheered with delight, then said to Meng Chen, "Young Master, lower your head. Qinglin has something to tell you."

Meng Chen lowered his head as she asked, but never expected Qinglin to gently kiss his cheek. The sweet, dew-like scent of the girl instantly enveloped him.

Then Qinglin's face flushed crimson, and she turned and ran. As she ran, she shouted, "I'm going to pack my things! I'll be ready soon! Young Master, wait for me just a little!"

Meng Chen stood frozen in place.

This little girl has no martial virtue. She came to deceive and launch a sneak attack on this old comrade born in the 2000s.

"It seems this child likes you very much, Chen'er..."

Qing Yanjing's faintly jealous voice came from within the Small Pagoda.

About half an hour later, the group boarded a carriage and departed.

When they returned to the residence in Wutan City, Qinglin was the first to leap down from the carriage. Looking at the grand estate before her, complete with pavilions and towers, her eyes brimmed with novelty and joy. "Young Master, are we going to live here from now on?"

"Mm." Meng Chen rubbed her head. "Go pick a room with Big Sister Xiao Yixian. If you don't like it, you can change rooms later."

Qinglin nodded vigorously.

Meng Chen also told Hai Bodong and the others to choose rooms they liked.

After settling everyone in, Meng Chen entered his cultivation room alone.

A flash of golden light appeared, and Qing Yanjing's figure emerged.

"You're going into seclusion."

Qing Yanjing's cherry lips parted slightly, her tone certain.

"Mm, Aunt Qing. To safely devour a Heavenly Flame, relying on external aids alone is nowhere near enough. I also need a strong physique."

Meng Chen looked Qing Yanjing directly in the eye, his gaze resolute. "Aunt Qing, I need your help cultivating."

Upon hearing this, Qing Yanjing recalled the consequences of helping Meng Chen cultivate last time. Her legs went weak, and she nearly lost her footing.

She hurriedly avoided Meng Chen's gaze and nodded slightly in agreement.

The order to prepare clean water was given, and servants soon carried in a large barrel of it.

Meng Chen did as before, except this time he deliberately crushed more herbs and squeezed out their juices before adding them to the barrel. He then removed his robe and sat cross-legged within it.

All of this took place beneath Qing Yanjing's gaze. Meng Chen's smoothly defined muscles glowed with healthy color beneath the lamplight, while three Golden Sun Python Markings encircled his body, leaving Qing Yanjing afraid to look too closely.

Qing Yanjing, Qing Yanjing, how could you fall so low? Have you forgotten the oath you made before? As the ancients said: if one's conduct is upright, others will follow without being commanded. This cannot continue!

The Saint-Grade Butt Sovereign sternly rebuked herself inwardly, lest lives be lost.

Eh, why isn't it hot?

Only then did Meng Chen realize that the Dragon Blood had not been added yet. Seeing Qing Yanjing's distracted appearance, he could not help reminding her, "Aunt Qing, you can use the blood now."

"Ah? Ah!"

Only then did Qing Yanjing return to her senses. In a fluster, she took out the glazed treasure bottle containing the Dragon Blood and guided it out, dividing one thread into hundreds of wisps and sending them separately into the medicine.

The medicinal liquid immediately began to boil. Meng Chen felt scorching heat spread through his entire body, but it was no longer as unbearable as before. The Golden Sun Python Markings cultivated by the Taihao Imperial Dragon Body began resisting and absorbing it on their own, while the medicinal power gradually merged into the depths of his flesh and blood.

Meng Chen was astonished. This wisp of Dragon Blood was now easier for him to handle than eating tofu.

Since that was the case, why not increase the intensity?

"Aunt Qing, add two more wisps of Dragon Blood."

Meng Chen spoke decisively.

But Qing Yanjing's face was full of concern. "Can you really withstand it?"

"Don't worry, Aunt Qing."

Meng Chen's smile was bright as sunlight, making Qing Yanjing's heart tremble again.

Without another word, she lightly flicked her slender, jade-white fingers, tender as scallion shoots, and two wisps of Dragon Blood fell into the medicinal liquid in the wooden barrel.

The medicinal liquid boiled for a second time. Despite containing three times as much Dragon Blood as before, it only made Meng Chen's skin redden slightly, while his blood and qi began to churn as though he were soaking in a hot spring.

Even the temperature in the room began to rise.

Qing Yanjing watched Meng Chen's reactions anxiously, only to find that he seemed entirely at ease.

Indeed, compared to the first time he had soaked in Dragon Blood medicinal liquid, Meng Chen now felt as if he were merely in a slightly hotter hot spring.

I've actually become this strong already?

Meng Chen could not help secretly rejoicing.

Growing stronger always made people happy. Meng Chen could not help becoming a little inflated, and he said to Qing Yanjing with absolute resolve, "Aunt Qing, again! Add three more wisps!"