Qiu Yinger heard this familiar voice and was montarily stunned. It was not until this mont that she realized Wen Zhixing had also arrived. While his words seed concerned, they were laced with sarcasm. This was the second ti Wen Zhixing had spoken to her like this. It was clear that he was trying to disgust her.
"Wen... Zhixing, what... are you... here... for..." Qiu Yinger didn’t know where she found the strength, but she struggled to get up.
"Qiu, what are you saying?" A look of surprise appeared on Wen Zhixing’s face. "Now that I am a core disciple, is there anywhere I cannot go?"
"You... COUGH! COUGH! COUGH..." Qiu Yinger tried to speak, but fresh blood spilled from her mouth.
"Yinger, what’s going on with you two?" Yun Xinyue’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as she hurriedly supported Qiu Yinger, sensing clear discord between them.
"Senior Sister Yun, what could possibly be the matter with us?" Wen Zhixing spread his hands. "It’s thanks to Qiu that I was able to obtain the status of a core disciple."
"Wen... Zhixing... you... don’t tell you think I really... can’t deal with you..." Qiu Yinger’s eyes blazed with fire. Her mind was already unstable, and Wen Zhixing just had to provoke her.
"What is Qiu talking about?" Wen Zhixing looked puzzled and said weakly, "Have I done sothing wrong? Why does Qiu want to deal with ?"
"You... know... what your intentions are!" Qiu Yinger gritted her teeth in anger. Driven by her agitation, fresh blood surged from her mouth again. If her body allowed it, she would be attacking Wen Zhixing right now.
"Alright, Junior Sister, you are seriously injured and should not be agitated." Seeing Qiu Yinger growing increasingly agitated, Yun Xinyue had to speak up again.
"Qiu, you really misunderstood ," Wen Zhixing spoke earnestly.
Qiu Yinger simply closed her eyes, unwilling to pay any more attention to Wen Zhixing.
Wen Zhixing was unconcerned and continued, "Qiu, I am now a Qi Movent Realm cultivator. Where should I collect my Spiritual Instrunt?"
"Qi... Movent Realm?" At these words, Qiu Yinger had to muster her strength to look up. Just a few days ago, she had seen Wen Zhixing, who seed to be only at the Second Level of Shedding Mortal. She hadn’t expected him to step into the Qi Movent Realm so quickly.
Thinking of this, a look of disdain crossed Qiu Yinger’s face. In just these few days, Wen Zhixing could, at most, reach the Third Level of Shedding Mortal. A cultivator who entered the Qi Movent Realm from the Third Level of Shedding Mortal was usually considered a low-level cultivator. As for a Spiritual Instrunt, there was naturally none.
"Enough of that, let’s not talk about it. Wen, co with to heal Yinger," Yun Xinyue suddenly spoke up, interrupting them.
"Heal?" Wen Zhixing and Qiu Yinger were both montarily taken aback.
To heal naturally ant essence absorption. While cursing Qiu Yinger, Wen Zhixing had never intended to perform essence absorption for her. He had rely wanted to create an opportunity for Wen Miner to act. But Yun Xinyue’s ergence from closed-door cultivation was sowhat unexpected for him.
"Healing... huh..." Qiu Yinger was taken aback, then a fleeting blush crossed her face, and she bead with joy. Yes. How could she have forgotten about this? She could perform essence absorption. Wen Zhixing existed for this very purpose, didn’t he? This ti, she was determined to make Wen Zhixing beg for death but find no escape.
"Wen, didn’t you hear speak?" Yun Xinyue’s tone no longer held its previous affection but now carried an authoritative command. In her eyes, regardless of his status, even if he was a core disciple, Wen Zhixing was ultimately still a furnace.
"Yes, Senior Sister Yun," Wen Zhixing ca to his senses and even responded with a smile.
"Wen is truly understanding." Yun Xinyue nodded in approval. She was well aware that Wen Zhixing was rebellious, but now was not the ti to discipline him. Healing Qiu Yinger was the priority.
However, Qiu Yinger frowned slightly, as Wen Zhixing had agreed too readily. This made her feel that sothing was amiss.
"Let’s go to the secret chamber, where we won’t be disturbed." Yun Xinyue made the decision, leaving no room for them to refuse.
"Yun, let do it." Wen Zhixing stepped forward, smiling at them. "Don’t worry, I’ve got this."
"Okay," Yun Xinyue nodded.
"No need, I can walk by myself." Qiu Yinger struggled to her feet.
"Qiu, why be so polite with ?" Wen Zhixing smiled, reached out, and scooped Qiu Yinger up by her waist in one swift move. Her slender waist was gripped firmly by a strong and powerful hand.
"You..." Qiu Yinger’s delicate body stiffened. She instinctively wanted to resist but ultimately held back. She glanced up at Wen Zhixing. Seeing the slight smirk on his lips, she felt a flash of annoyance. What’s so funny? Just you wait, you’ll get yours.
Wen Zhixing’s gaze fell, and a cold smile played at the corners of his mouth. With Qiu Yinger’s current condition, he wasn’t sure who’d end up tornting whom.
「...」
"Junior Sister, take care and heal." After ensuring they were settled, Yun Xinyue didn’t linger. After all, it wasn’t exactly appropriate for her to remain and spectate. "Wen, I leave everything in your hands." Before leaving, Yun Xinyue gave Wen Zhixing a aningful reminder.
"Yun, rest assured, I’ve got this," Wen Zhixing patted his chest in assurance.
Yun Xinyue nodded, believing that Wen Zhixing wouldn’t dare to do anything to Qiu Yinger unless he wished to die.
RUMBLE!
The doors of the secret chamber closed.
"HMPH." Qiu Yinger snorted coldly, gasping for breath. "Co... over... here... now..."
Wen Zhixing looked down at Qiu Yinger, who lay on the plush bed, seemingly boneless and pliant. It had to be said that every aspect of Qiu Yinger was top-notch. Especially those sinfully voluptuous curves on her chest. In the Wonderous Palace, hardly anyone could hold a candle to her.
After surveying her for a mont, Wen Zhixing chuckled softly. "Qiu, what do you think... if I were to make a move on you right now... what would happen?"
"You... dare?" Qiu Yinger let out a derisive laugh.
"... not dare..." Wen Zhixing’s eyes narrowed. He leaned in slowly, and his hand gently caressed her tender cheek.
"Get it off!" Qiu Yinger’s eyes flashed with anger and embarrassnt as she reached to slap away his presumptuous hand.
But Wen Zhixing was faster, seizing her hand in his grip and promptly capturing her other hand as well. He pinned her hands above her head.
"You!" Qiu Yinger clenched her teeth, her struggles futile. She was beginning to regret not asking Yun Xinyue to leave later. She had underestimated Wen Zhixing’s audacity.
"Qiu, don’t rush. Let give you sothing tasty." Wen Zhixing laughed rrily, then reached into his robe. A familiar jade bottle appeared in his palm.
"This is..." Qiu Yinger was taken aback.
"It’s the Wonderous Soul-devouring Pill. Have you forgotten, Qiu? You’ve fed it to before." Wen Zhixing gently shook the jade bottle. The elixirs inside made a sound, as if rolling around. "Listen... there are still many left..." Wen Zhixing smiled warmly.
"What... are... you trying to... do!" Qiu Yinger’s pupils dilated. In that mont, she truly panicked. Horror shone in her eyes. She tried to squirm but couldn’t move at all.
"Enjoy yourself." Wen Zhixing laughed heartily, then with a look of fierceness, he stuffed the entire jade bottle into her mouth.
"Don’t... want... MMMPH..." All the Wonderous Soul-devouring Pills surged into her mouth at once. Qiu Yinger’s eyes widened continuously, but her cheeks flushed at a pace visible to the naked eye. Gradually, her eyes began to cloud over.
"Alright, Qiu, now I can heal you." Looking at Qiu Yinger, whose consciousness began to blur, Wen Zhixing sneered. Sorry, but I’m running off. No need to pretend anymore.
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