Chapter 50

Her body twisted violently with an unnatural flexibility, and the sharp claws in her hands morphed into a dense, impenetrable curtain of black light.

Inside the Listening Snow Inn.

Xiao Wu was kneaded until a fine layer of pinkish sweat covered her entire body, and her two snow-capped peaks shook violently with her panting.

She was nearly driven mad by the torture of this continuous pleasure, the drug's potency leaving her unable to satisfy herself with this scratching that failed to reach the itch.

"Big brother... Xiao Wu feels so uncomfortable... Give it to me... Give it to me quickly..." she cried and begged, her fingernails digging deep into the muscles of Xiong Shaoqing's back.

Feeling that she was completely moistened through, Xiong Shaoqing stopped torturing her, nor did he torture himself any longer.

He raised himself slightly, steadied the hardness that was already primed for action, and aimed at the muddy flower's heart.

"Xiao Wu, I am going in."

His voice was as low as an oath, and his waist suddenly sank down!

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a faint layer of obstruction being pierced through, Xiao Wu abruptly lifted her head, letting out a mournful, dainty cry mingled with pain and extreme satisfaction.

Her peerless face turned pale instantly, tears rolling down like broken-threaded beads, and her pearly teeth clamped down hard on her lower lip, nearly bleeding.

It was too big... and too distended...

That strange feeling of being thoroughly torn apart, yet completely and utterly stuffed full, made her body tense like a fully drawn bow.

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry, I'll be gentler." Xiong Shaoqing kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes with heartache, completely halting his movements and letting the tight, scalding soft flesh tightly wring him close as if to melt him inside.

Though his outward expression remained calm as still water, inside his heart was already aching and twitching wildly.

Damn it, this girl is way too tight; bro almost failed to hold back and surrendered directly.

No, this is her first time, so he must wait for her to adapt, and absolutely must not think only of his own pleasure.

That bastard Tang San-once Laozi detoxifies from this poison, I'll definitely go skin him alive.

Under Xiong Shaoqing's patient, gentle coaxing and kissing, Xiao Wu's tensed body finally relaxed slowly.

The domineering nature of the drug regained the upper hand, and the tearing pain gradually faded, replaced by bone-deep, soul-melting ecstasy spreading from the marrow.

"Big brother... move a little... Xiao Wu doesn't hurt anymore..." She turned her head shyly, her voice thin as a gossamer thread, yet steeped in boundless charm.

Hearing this invitation, the fire of lust in the depths of Xiong Shaoqing's eyes erupted with a roar.

He no longer restrained himself, his hands tightly clasping her slender waist, and began a series of uninhibited, sweeping thrusts.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Inside the silent inn room, heart-pounding impacts and the sound of water intertwined into the most dissolute movement.

Dense clouds and heavy rain, water flowing in a murmur.

Chapter Ninety-One: Tender Haven (Revised)

The outer street alley.

"Clang, clang, clanging!"

Sparks flew in all directions, and those proud Tang Sect Hidden Weapons were actually blocked and batted away one and all under the terrifying attack frequency of Zhu Zhuqing, which had been strengthened by the body tempering art.

Immediately following, she let out a delicate cry, her sharp cat claws directly ripping apart the seemingly indestructible ten-thousand-year Blue Silver Cage.

"What?" Tang San widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

A ten-thousand-year soul skill, combined with Tang Sect Hidden Weapon techniques, was actually broken through head-on by a Soul Elder.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing transform into a black specter, instantly closing the distance right before him with a belly full of bitter hatred, Tang San felt a severe shock in his heart.

He had no time to overthink, his feet immediately stepping out in the eerie, complex pace of the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and his figure slid rapidly backward like fallen leaves drifting on the wind, perilously avoiding Zhu Zhuqing's fatal claw aimed straight at his throat.

"Rip."

The sharp claws narrowly brushed past Tang San's chest, tearing three long slits in his outer garment, the chilling gale scraping his skin with a stinging pain.

"Zhu Zhuqing, you must not persist in your delusion." Tang San was both alarmed and furious, slamming his hands together in front of his chest. "Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon."

A formidable suction force erupted abruptly, attempting to disrupt Zhu Zhuqing's center of gravity.

At this moment, the deep black fourth soul ring on his body flared brilliantly once more, and countless Blue Silver Grass vines harder than steel shot out like poisonous snakes, slithering to constrict and slaughter Zhu Zhuqing from all directions.

Tang San frantically drove his Soul Power while harboring bitter hatred deep in his heart.

What kind of drug did this crazy woman take?

He was a level-forty-one Soul Ancestor, while Zhu Zhuqing was merely a Soul Elder around level thirty, separated by a full major realm.

A ten-thousand-year soul skill and hidden weapons-how could they fail to suppress Zhu Zhuqing?

Her arrogant physical strength and speed were simply as if she had been assimilated by that monster Xiong Shaoqing.

At the thought that Xiong Shaoqing had not only stolen his limelight but had also broken in the woman who rightfully belonged to his own faction until she was so devoted, the jealousy and venomous fire inside Tang San surged wildly upward.

"Zhu Zhuqing, wake up quickly; you've been brainwashed by that man surnamed Xiong." While manipulating the Blue Silver Grass to transform into spears that constantly stabbed forward, Tang San continued to put on that heartbroken, holy-father façade. "I am saving Xiao Wu."

"Although that drug is overbearing, as long as I rush in to stop that beast, Xiao Wu will suffer some torment at most and will never lose her chastity. By blocking me now, you are pushing Xiao Wu into a fire pit with your own hands."

"Shut your stinking mouth."

Zhu Zhuqing let out a furious shout, her peerless face covered in biting frost.

She took a deep breath, driving the breathing technique of the Archaic Body Tempering Art to its absolute limit.

"Netherworld Slash!"

A black blade of light sliced through the night sky, cleanly splitting open a passage woven from intertwined vines.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure twisted in midair at an incredible angle, dodging a Bone-Piercing Nail hidden by Tang San behind the vines, and closed the distance once more.

Every single one of her moves and stances revealed a do-or-die attitude.

She naturally knew clearly that there was an uncrossable chasm of Soul Power between her and Tang San; if they truly fought to the death, a war of attrition would be absolutely disadvantageous to her.

However, the moment any image of Xiao Wu's burning hot and agonizing state floated into her mind right now, her heart felt as though it were being roasted over a fire, scorching and anxious.

Xiao Wu, you must hold on... Shaoqing, you must save her.

Inside the private room of the Listening Snow Inn.

Hearing this invitation drenched in romantic longing and shyness, the forbearance in Xiong Shaoqing's eyes finally shattered with a roar, the final shackles of his reason utterly burned away.

Yet he did not immediately ravage her savagely like a beast, but instead took a deep breath, cupping her flushed, peerless little face in his hands, and lowered his head to gently kiss away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

"Xiao Wu, hold me tight."

His low, hoarse voice drifted in the warm air, like some mesmerizing incantation.

The surrounding senses seemed to be magnified infinitely at this moment.

Every slow and restrained withdrawal pulled at wisps of lingering, lingering tenderness, like the mud and fragrance after the clearing of a spring rain, carrying a slight, hair-raising numbness.

The bond from the depths of their souls seemed to transform into tangible threads, pushing the temperatures-already burning hot to begin with-toward a more extreme entanglement with his gentle movements.

"Mnh~"

Her soul seemed to be emptied out in an instant, followed by a sweeping, overwhelming sense of emptiness that climbed up her spine like vines.

Xiao Wu furrowed her pretty brow, her slender legs instinctively searching for that sole reliance that could bring her peace, wrapping tightly around his waist as if thirsting for a timely rain of dew.

Before her shattered panting could subside, the howling wind and driving rain swept over her once more.

That was a tremor striking straight at the soul, like the starry river plunging into the deep sea, stirring up boundless waves.

Xiao Wu's delicate body trembled violently, her slender fingers wringing the brocade quilt beneath her so hard her knuckles turned white, her toes curling instantly.

An indescribable palpitation, one that nearly melted a person, surged straight to her head, forcing her to lift her snow-white, slender neck as a sweet, bone-softening moan spilled past her red lips.

Her consciousness gradually blurred amidst the rising and falling, leaving only that rhythmically swaying motion, as though walking among the clouds or tumbling into an abyss.

In the quiet night, hurried breathing and faint weeping intertwined into a hazy nocturnal serenade.

"Big brother... wuwu... slower..."

Xiao Wu had completely transformed into a solitary leaf tossed in violent billows, her only floating log being the broad shoulders of the man before her.

Her eyes had long since lost their focus, and under the stormy impact of pleasure, her thoughts turned to ashes, unable to piece together even a single complete sentence.

Lustful heat spread, a scarlet flush dyeing her delicate cheeks, and the potency of the drug together with the tide of passion dyed her into a most breathtaking tableau.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from her frost-defying, snow-white skin, casting a hazy glow beneath the flickering candle shadows, rising and falling with every breath and heartbeat to form the world's most exquisite waves.

Xiong Shaoqing's mind and heart sank utterly into this tender swamp.

He seemed to have transformed into an archaic behemoth in command of the storm, dragging her into a deeper vortex with an irresistible, overbearing force.

Yet in the next second, he was gentle as water, patiently and meticulously soothing every single trembling inch of her soul, forcing her to shed tear after tear and pant in breathless waves.

It was too beautiful...

Xiong Shaoqing looked down upon the charming, slightly dazed countenance beneath him, flushed from ultimate bliss.

Watching her unreserved, yielding, and submissive fragility, the protectiveness and possessiveness in the depths of his heart grew wildly and savagely at this moment.

Tang San's vile scheming had, by a twist of fate and coincidence, allowed him to catch a glimpse of the most deadly scenery in this world.

Xiao Wu, from this day forward, you can only be the woman of Xiong Shaoqing.

Whoever dares to harm you by even a fraction, I will surely plunge them into an abyss of eternal damnation.

While silently swearing a blood-dripping, ruthless oath in his heart, he simultaneously crumbled to pieces in that soul-shaking, tightly intertwined embrace, wrung out by that extreme lingering intimacy until he nearly cast reason away entirely.

Chapter Ninety-One [sic]: A Room of Allure (Revised)

The soul's bond seemed to transform into an invisible vortex, carrying a suffocating gravitational pull that dragged them deeper and deeper into each other.

It was an avaricious craving to grind the other person to pieces and merge them into one's own bones and blood.

Moisture grew humid in the warming air, turning into a dense spring rain that cast their world into a warm, soft, and inescapable delirious dream.

"Big brother... I can't take it anymore... It feels so strange..."

Xiao Wu shook her head helplessly, the corners of her eyes stained with a mournful blush, crystal-clear teardrops trembling on the verge of falling.

The senses catalyzed by the drug's potency were long since acute to the absolute limit, wave after wave of continuous surges pushing her toward the brink of collapsing reason.

A certain aching and full palpitation continuously accumulated in the depths of her soul, as though a delicate flower ripened by raging fire were clamoring to burst through the earth.

The outer street, the alley.

Zhu Zhuqing prayed silently in her heart, hoping that Shaoqing could successfully help Xiao Wu detoxify.

She knew she could not defeat Tang San right now, but she absolutely could not retreat even half a step.

There was no need to defeat Tang San; she only needed to drag him down firmly.

Even if it meant casting away this life, she had to seal off the space of this alley; she must never allow this shameless scoundrel to step foot into the inn, and must never let him affect Shaoqing detoxifying Xiao Wu.

Carrying this do-or-die conviction, Zhu Zhuqing's attacks grew increasingly fierce and frantic, completely abandoning defense as every single move targeted Tang San's vital spots.

Driven into steady retreat by this reckless fighting style of hers, Tang San grew increasingly furious in his heart.

Simply unreasonable-for the sake of a beast, she was actually willing to throw away her life.

Since Zhu Zhuqing was willingly degrading herself and serving as a running dog for that demon, he could no longer afford to spare Dai Mubai.

Tang San's features were thoroughly distorted, a frigid, chilling intent flashing within his eyes.

With his ten fingers flying, the Silent Sleeve Arrow, Back-Mounted Flower Crossbow, Godly Zhuge Crossbow...

Various mechanism-type hidden weapons steeped in deadly poison, cooperating with the overwhelming Blue Silver Grass, wove together a despairing net of death in an attempt to thoroughly slaughter Zhu Zhuqing.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The two engaged in a fierce battle within this narrow, gloomy lane.

Black cat claws and dark blue vines collided frantically, gales raging and tearing up the surrounding bluestone slabs inch by inch.

Zhu Zhuqing was like a dark-night elf dancing on the edge of a blade, making her difficult way through the gaps between the sky-full of hidden weapons and vines by virtue of her formidable physique and keen intuition.

Her arms and flank were inevitably gouged with several bloody marks by the sharp grass blades, yet she did not even knit her brow, guarding the mandatory path leading to the Listening Snow Inn unflinchingly and yielding not an inch.

Meanwhile, although Tang San held the advantage in Soul Power, he was driven to distraction by Zhu Zhuqing's ghostly speed and desperate close-quarters hand-to-hand combat.

For a time, he was actually dragged down firmly in this dark alley, unable to advance an inch.