Chapter 66: They’re Watching
On the battlefield outside the Water City, Jiu Youyue, lurking in the shadows, suddenly felt a burning sensation in her chest, then saw the Fire Refining Starry Sky, glowing faintly, fly towards the Crimson Sand Scorpion King.
Crimson lines appeared on the surface of the Fire Refining Starry Sky, forming the silhouette of a woman, who reached out towards the Scorpion King, beckoning gently.
He felt the spark of the Great Crimson Skyfire within him, nestled within his beast core, being pulled away. He roared furiously, but he couldn’t resist the call of the flame seed.
A crimson spark emerged from his abdomen, flying towards the woman, then disappearing.
“No!!!”
He charged towards them, trying to reclaim his flame, but the Serpent Queen, with a flash of movement, intercepted him.
Without the Great Crimson Skyfire, he was just a Mystic Sovereign with strong defenses, no match for her, especially with her past life’s memories and her Serpent God Bloodline.
“Mystic Venerable Skill: Nine Serpents’ Heavenly Devourer!”
Nine multicolored serpent phantoms emerged from behind her, their massive jaws opening, forming a vortex of Mystic Power that enveloped the Crimson Sand Scorpion King, crushing him.
…
With their leader dead, the Sand Scorpion army quickly retreated, their Scorpion Lords and Kings either killed or fleeing.
The battle was over.
The Water City’s foundations were strong, while the Sand Scorpions were merely… upstarts. Even if they wanted to conquer this territory, they should have focused on developing their strength discreetly, utilizing the Great Crimson Skyfire’s power.
However, manipulated by the Demon Realm, and their power, and thus, their arrogance, inflated by the Great Crimson Skyfire, they had overestimated themselves, their ambitions thwarted, their entire clan decimated.
In her previous life, the Water City had suffered heavy casualties due to their initial stubborn resistance. This time, thanks to her strategic retreat, their losses were minimal, limited to the recent siege.
Among the eight Serpent Generals, one had died, one crippled.
The one who died had disobeyed her orders, unable to resist a Scorpion King’s taunts, engaging him in single combat, then being overwhelmed and killed when the scorpion called for reinforcements.
— He had died because of his recklessness.
The one who was crippled had protected her Mystic Power clone, taking the Crimson Sand Scorpion King’s attack head-on, his arms shattered, his cultivation dropping two stars, his hopes of advancement ruined.
He had decided to retire from the Serpent Generals, becoming a military instructor, training new recruits.
She had granted his request, awarding him not only the usual rewards for his service, but also ten times his normal salary.
If not for him protecting her clone, the Crimson Sand Scorpion King might have realized she wasn’t in the city, launching a full-scale assault, with disastrous consequences.
…
Three days passed, the fear and panic from the war gradually fading, replaced by the joy of victory, the Water City returning to its peaceful, prosperous state.
…
Within her palace, the Serpent Queen, naked, soaked in a petal-filled bath, meticulously cleansed every inch of her skin.
She wanted to be at her most beautiful, ready for their “first night.”
She had never imagined having this opportunity to make up for their past life’s… missed connection, her heart filled with anticipation.
After her bath, she chose a red silk nightgown, tying the sash loosely, then let down her long, black hair.
She looked at herself in the mirror, a satisfied smile curving her lips.
She wore nothing beneath the nightgown, its open neckline revealing her cleavage, the fabric clinging to her curves, accentuating her slender waist and round hips, her long, fair legs, visible through the high slits, incredibly alluring.
She walked barefoot across the red carpet, returning to her bedchamber, her gaze settling on the crystal pendant on the bedside table, a mixture of nervousness and shyness in her heart.
— She was about to become his wife again.
Confirming the seal on her sea of consciousness was intact, she cleared her throat.
“Master Chen Xi, I… I’m ready.”
The pendant glowed faintly, a spatial distortion pulling her in. She appeared on the altar.
…
Her vision blurred, then cleared, and she found a large bed, draped with pink curtains, its aura suggestive, had been prepared.
“Master Chen Xi.”
“I’ll leave Zhen’er to you.”
Chen Xi stood beside the bed, lifting the curtains, gesturing for her to enter.
She blushed, nodding, then climbed onto the bed.
…
He was meditating, but his condition was clearly… unstable.
He was frowning, his body tense, his skin flushed, his breath hot and rapid, his desire barely contained.
“Husband…”
She called out softly.
His eyes snapped open, their color a fiery red, his hands gripping her shoulders, pulling her down onto the bed.
She offered no resistance, her hands gently cupping his face, her lips finding his in a soft, loving kiss.
He responded instinctively, their tongues entwining, until, unable to control himself, his hands tore open her nightgown, grabbing her breasts, his teeth sinking into her sensitive flesh.
She moaned softly, her arms wrapping around his head, surrendering to his rough touch.
Rip!
Her red nightgown, like a wedding dress, was torn apart, her body exposed, fueling his desire. He lifted her legs, ready to… claim her.
However, she twisted, flipping him over, her body pressing down on his, a playful smile curving her lips as she saw his eagerness.
“Don’t be so impatient, Husband. Let me… serve you this time.”
She sat up, her hips swaying rhythmically, her movements driving him wild.
“Serpent Queen…”
“Silly, that’s not my name.”
“—Cai Lian!”
“Yes, call my name again… again…”
As she was about to… take him, they heard Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue’s voices outside. The curtains parted, and they entered the bedchamber.
Seeing her, her clothes disheveled, straddling him, they both froze.
She also froze.
They were both wearing his black robes, their intentions obvious.
“W-what are you…”
While they were stunned, he wasn’t.
He couldn’t wait any longer. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her down as he thrust upwards, burying himself deep within her.
“Oh!”
His sudden, deep thrust made her arch her back, her head thrown back, a cry escaping her lips, her eyes rolling back.
Before she could recover, he began his relentless assault, his movements like a violent storm.
She was like a small boat, tossed and turned by the wind and waves.
“W-wait… Husband… Yan Zhen… stop… they’re watching… they’re… ah…”
Outside the curtains, Chen Xi’s figure slowly faded, retreating temporarily.
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