Defying Qing Yanjing, Meng Chen the Rogue

Not only did Meng Chen refuse to let go, he tightened his arms, as though he wanted to knead Qing Yanjing into his body. The intense masculine aura of his Blazing Sun Flood Dragon Body left Qing Yanjing weak all over.

"Aunt Qing, have you forgotten what I told you so quickly?"

Qing Yanjing struggled a few times, but she simply could not break free of Meng Chen's powerful restraint.

She needed the enhancement of a Spirit Array to wield strength comparable to a Battle Venerable. Without a Spirit Array assisting her, her own Heaven Fusion Stage cultivation was nowhere near enough to break free from the arm strength granted by Meng Chen's Blazing Sun Flood Dragon Body.

"Y-you dare! How dare you lay hands on your master—"

"What master?" Meng Chen rested his head on Qing Yanjing's shoulder and inhaled deeply. "I told you long ago, you were never my master in my heart. You promised me."

Qing Yanjing's struggles paused.

Held tightly in Meng Chen's embrace, Qing Yanjing could feel his warm body heat, smell the crisp scent on him, and sense the explosive strength and endurance beneath his powerful body.

Those sensations surged over her like a tide, scattering the calm she had worked so hard to build, just like that day...

Qing Yanjing bit her lip, using the pain to clear her mind as she panicked and searched for an excuse. "No! I haven't thought it through yet..."

"What is there left to consider?" Meng Chen moved his face in front of Qing Yanjing, once again filling her entire field of vision. "Aunt Qing, did you think I didn't know what you did to save me that day? I remember everything now."

Qing Yanjing's body stiffened again.

"I did lose consciousness during the Dragon Blood tempering,