Chapter 208: You’re Messing With My Disciple?
Qingying carefully lifted her head from his embrace and peeked at him before quickly looking away.
“That… that guy… I hope he’s really dead.”
She changed the subject. “Who knows how many points he has? What if he has another one of those life-saving things and escapes?”
“He escaped.” Chen Yin said calmly.
“What?!”
Qingying’s eyes widened in surprise and frustration. “Damn it! He got away! It’s all your fault! If you weren’t busy being lovey-dovey with me, we could have caught him!”
She shifted uncomfortably in his arms.
Chen Yin glanced at her sideways. “If you keep moving, we might start a fire.”
It was true. With Qingying’s voluptuous figure pressed against him, any movement could ignite his desire.
He didn’t have that much self-control.
Her body was soft and supple, like a warm, enticing jelly, drawing him in, her every touch making his breath catch in his throat.
Qingying, realizing this, blushed and protested, “How long are you going to hold me like this?!”
“Depends on my mood.”
“What if you’re always in a bad mood?”
“Then I’ll hold you forever.”
Qingying was both amused and exasperated by his response. After a long silence, she sighed.
“Alright… I’m not blaming you.”
“I’m just… used to it.”
“Used to me always assigning you the most dangerous tasks?” Chen Yin frowned. “Is that why you think I’m using you?”
Luo Luo wasn’t a strong fighter, but her ability to access the void was useful.
And Nan Xiaoxiang was completely defenseless.
So, the most dangerous task – protecting them – always fell to Qingying.
Every time, she would silently face the greatest danger, holding off their enemies until she was on the verge of death.
And afterward, she would always demand compensation, but never actually take anything.
Qingying bit her lip, her eyes downcast.
“I… I know that’s not true now.”
“I just thought you valued my combat experience.”
“Since I’m already shamelessly clinging to you, I might as well be useful.”
Chen Yin, annoyed by her words, gently nibbled on her ear.
“Ouch!”
“There’s more where that came from.”
“What?” Qingying’s eyes widened in alarm. “C-can’t you give me a break? I’ve been through enough today!”
Chen Yin didn’t reply and started healing her wounds, his arms still wrapped around her.
The warmth of his spiritual energy flowing into her body was soothing and comforting, easing her tense muscles and calming her frayed nerves.
She felt her eyelids growing heavy.
“Actually…” she mumbled sleepily, “my injuries aren’t that bad… That guy’s System ability is dangerous, he can nullify spiritual energy. You should have gone after him.”
“Don’t worry,”
Chen Yin said softly, looking down at her, “I’m not that kind. I won’t let anyone hurt my woman and get away with it.”
Hearing the words “my woman,” Qingying’s eyes fluttered open, then closed again.
“…But he escaped.”
“Did I ever say he could?”
Qingying finally understood.
He had let him escape on purpose.
Her last shred of doubt vanished, and she finally succumbed to exhaustion, falling asleep in his arms.
Chen Yin held her close, afraid to wake her, until her breathing became slow and even.
Finally, he heard her soft, mumbled words, a stark contrast to her usual cold and aloof demeanor:
“Chen Yin…”
“I protected them… this time…”
“Don’t… call me an idiot anymore.”
“Praise me… just once… please…”
Chen Yin looked at her sleeping face, her slightly swollen eyes, her pink cheeks, her delicate nose.
Under the soft moonlight, he gently kissed her cheek.
“Good girl.”
“You’ve worked hard.”
Several mountains away, in a hidden cave…
“Damn it!”
Fu Zhe slammed his fist against the wall, creating a large crater.
His eyes were filled with rage and resentment as he glared in the direction he had come from.
“Chen Yin!”
Two Life Substitution Puppets and a Heaven Returning Rejuvenation Pill.
All his accumulated points, gone.
He had paid a heavy price.
“You’re going to die!” he gritted his teeth.
A calm voice suddenly came from behind him:
“Fu Zhe, what happened?”
“Divine Son,” Fu Zhe reported, his voice filled with frustration, “we didn’t know Chen Yin was there. Our plan to frame the Wu Xuan Cave has failed! I don’t have time to go back and silence those three sects. Our plan has been exposed.”
The Divine Son closed his eyes and remained silent.
Fu Zhe was nervous. Had he failed? Would the Divine Son punish him?
But the Divine Son simply said, “It’s not your fault. Since Chen Yin is there, the Wu Xuan Cave is no longer safe. Return immediately.”
Fu Zhe nodded, but his eyes were still filled with resentment.
After the communication ended, he slammed his fist against the ground again.
“Damn you, Chen Yin!”
“Next time I see you, I’ll—”
“You’ll do what?” A childish yet arrogant voice suddenly came from the cave entrance.
Fu Zhe’s eyes widened in shock.
Ye Huang, his eyes cold and hard, and Wan Yunhai, his demeanor elegant and refined, stood at the entrance. Before them stood a small girl in a large, flowing robe, her voice strangely mature.
“I heard,” the little girl said, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes, “that someone has been bullying my disciple?”
“That’s unfortunate for you.”
“Because I’m here to bully you!”
Fu Zhe’s blood ran cold as he recognized them.
“Yu Ling! Wan Yunhai! How—”
Before he could finish his sentence, his System, sensing the mortal danger, activated a teleportation talisman.
A faint light enveloped him.
But the moment it appeared, Fu Zhe realized he couldn’t feel anything.
Not his System, not his spiritual energy, not even his own body.
His senses were gone. He couldn’t even tell if he was alive.
Even his System’s ability to nullify spiritual energy was useless.
It was as if his System, before this girl, was nothing but a joke.
He was trapped, frozen in time.
“Trying to leave?” Master sneered.
“Anyone who bullies my disciple should contact the crematorium.”
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