Chapter 116

Chapter 116

"What did you put on me, Gege?"

Once Chen Zui was dressed, he concealed the blood-pumping view beneath his clothes.

The martial arts robe with contrasting sleeves he wore appeared crisp and dignified—who could have imagined that underneath lay such an intimate adornment, pressed flush against his taut skin? With every slight movement, it brushed against him, reddening the skin in places even its wearer remained unaware of.

Wang Qianjiao struck out at Chen Zui with a palm strike of piercing, thunderous force, as if intending to shatter him.

Ao Tian was getting panicky, asking Chen Zui if he wanted to dodge, unable to comprehend why Wang Qianjiao had suddenly attacked.

Chen Zui did not move.

When the palm was just an inch from his head, a soft, pale blue aura enveloped him. Both the force of the strike and Wang Qianjiao’s hand halted outside the radiance.

Wang Qianjiao looked at Chen Zui, admiration sparkling in his eyes. The fact that Chen Zui hadn’t dodged—this total trust in him—pleased him deeply.

Any other puppet would not have dodged either.

But Chen Zui was the most different, full of his own little schemes. That he chose not to evade in this situation pleased Wang Qianjiao the most.

Beneath the glow, those clear eyes gazed at him, looking at him with pure clarity. Wang Qianjiao thought that anyone else would probably have fallen for him.

But he, of course, would not.

To him, a puppet was merely a toy.

He lowered his hand.

Ao Tian breathed a sigh of relief. So the chain was for defense—what a useful item.

Afterward, Wang Qianjiao gave Chen Zui a longsword, three feet in length, translucent from tip to hilt, with a white tassel dangling from the pommel.

The moment Chen Zui grasped the sword, he felt a chill run through him.

Finally, there was a spatial ring. Wang Qianjiao took Chen Zui’s hand and slipped a red agate ring onto his ring finger.

Chen Zui raised an eyebrow silently.

In their world, there was no such thing as a wedding ring. Though unintentional, to Chen Zui—an outsider—the gesture held a certain meaning.

Ao Tian: "Oh no, I'm starting to ship you two."

Ao Tian: "Let me check his favorability level toward you."

Ao Tian was baffled by what he saw.

Chen Zui: "How much?"

Ao Tian: "It's only 1%."

Ao Tian thought there must be an error in the data. This Wang Qianjiao had given Chen Zui so many precious items and even let Chen Zui get so close.

No way it should be this low.

If Wang Qianjiao would do all this for just 1% favorability, what would happen at 70%...?

Chen Zui was taken aback too, and curious—where did that 1% favorability come from?

"Can you measure satisfaction besides likability?"

"Of course," he said.

Ao Tian immediately checked: "Wow, his satisfaction with you is 100%."

Chen Zui almost laughed. This wasn’t satisfaction with him, he thought—it was clearly satisfaction with his own craftsmanship.

Having been given several crafted treasures, Chen Zui said, "Gege, you’re so good to me."

Chen Zui was an expert at sweet-talking.

When he was young, sweet-talking had played a huge role in his survival.

But Wang Qianjiao, from the day he was born, had always been showered with honeyed words from everyone around him.

He wasn’t buying it.

With a flip of his palm, his Qiankun Mirror appeared. Chen Zui glanced into the mirror and, while Wang Qianjiao wasn’t paying attention, stashed all the items on the ground that weren’t the right size into his spatial ring.

Leaving only a few larger ones behind.

Wang Qianjiao used the Qiankun Mirror to observe several mystic realms he had previously visited.

He still needed a few more materials to create that thing for Zui.

Chen Zui came to his side and peeked into the mirror, seeing deep oceans, a utopian haven, desolate battlefields, and endless graveyards.

—

As night fell.

Wang Qianjiao, wearing only his inner robe, lay resting on the frost-ridden bed. He would set out tomorrow.

The door opened from the outside.

He closed his eyes.

Chen Zui appeared by the bedside, glanced at Wang Qianjiao, then took off his clothes and slid under the covers.

Cold!

Even in this patchwork body, Chen Zui could feel the chill—it was nearly freezing him solid.

He shifted slightly and realized the bed was actually a block of ice.

Chen Zui rolled over, pressing his entire body against Wang Qianjiao, the body chains digging into him.

Whew—

It wasn’t as cold anymore.

But it still wasn’t warm enough. As Chen Zui tried to unravel Wang Qianjiao’s inner robe—

"Asking for a spanking."

Wang Qianjiao’s voice was more frigid than the ice bed.

Chen Zui didn’t continue undressing him. Instead, he slyly slipped his hand inside, sliding it downward and letting it linger at his waist.

“Gege, I have a secret to tell you.”

Wang Qianjiao kept his hand in place. To him, Chen Zui was merely a doll he had created—just like an article of clothing or a towel he owned, an object.

Even skin-to-skin contact held no significance.

It wouldn’t disrupt his spiritual composure.

He didn’t ask.

Chen Zui continued without being asked: "Meng Changqing, Liu Feiyun, Mo Xingchen, and Feihong—they all like you, Gege."

Chen Zui’s hand stroked along Wang Qianjiao’s side, unable to pinch even a trace of excess fat. The figure beneath the clothes must be perfectly toned.

"They all want to do wicked things to you, Gege. Don’t be nice to them anymore."

Wang Qianjiao had expected something more significant. This was something he already knew.

What was strange was that Chen Zui knew about it too, even though he’d only had passing encounters with those people.

Wang Qianjiao opened his eyes and lifted the chin of the person lying on his chest.

Even so, this doll was alarmingly perceptive.

Moonlight streamed in through the window.

Wang Qianjiao stared at that face, momentarily lost in thought—had the person from his dreams stepped out of his dreams?

"How do you know these things?"

"I could tell. They all wish they could kill me."

Chen Zui propped himself up, his body chain swaying gently, the gems glittering under the moonlight. His palm rested beside Wang Qianjiao’s shoulder, as if preparing for physical exertion.

"Gege, you have to protect me."

"I could break easily."

Wang Qianjiao raised his hand, this time grabbing Chen Zui’s body chain—the one attached to his nipple ring.

He gave it a tug.

Chen Zui’s body followed, lurching forward.

Wang Qianjiao: "Does it hurt?"

Chen Zui felt no pain, but considering this was the second time Wang Qianjiao had asked him this question,

he changed his answer, his brow furrowing slightly: "It hurts."

In Wang Qianjiao’s eyes, he caught the slightest flicker of delight—he really had been hoping for that answer.

The hand gripping the thin chain tightened.

Chen Zui: So he’s a sadist.

Yielding to the pull, he creased his brow further: "Gege, it hurts…"

Settling back against Wang Qianjiao's chest.

"Get up."

"I won't."

"Gege is bullying me."

Wang Qianjiao huffed, his hand turned, and a golden medicinal pill appeared between his fingers. He brought the pill toward Chen Zui's mouth. Though Chen Zui didn't know what it was, he figured it must be something good.

He opened his mouth, letting Wang Qianjiao push the pill inside, and deliberately licked Wang Qianjiao's fingertip with the tip of his tongue.

As he swallowed the pill,

Wang Qianjiao was looking at the licked finger, rubbing his fingertip, before bringing it closer to his eyes.

The fingertip was already dry.

He placed the finger back into Chen Zui's mouth, moved it around. As he tried to pull it out, Chen Zui bit down on it.

Wang Qianjiao tapped lightly Chen Zui's lips with another finger, and only then did Chen Zui open his mouth.

Wang Qianjiao brought the finger close again.

There was saliva.

This puppet, having gained human-like qualities and the ability to feel pain, now also had saliva.

Would it eventually become a flesh-and-blood body?

After swallowing the pill, Chen Zui felt a warm, soothing heat spreading through his stomach.

It really was something good.

Wang Qianjiao didn’t tell Chen Zui to get up again. Instead, he slid his hand between them, pressing it against Chen Zui’s abdomen, and began guiding the spiritual energy within his body.

For Chen Zui, it was an indescribable pleasure, as if he were soaking in a hot spring, his entire body relaxing into a drowsy haze until he fell asleep.

Wang Qianjiao guided the flow of spiritual energy through Chen Zui’s body for eighteen minor circulation cycles before withdrawing his hand.

He was eager to see what level of cultivation this puppet would achieve.

He was looking forward to it.

After wrapping Chen Zui in spiritual energy, he turned over, shifting Chen Zui from on top of him to the side.

His gaze fell on Chen Zui’s pierced nipple.

That color was dyed with the most vivid pink he had ever created.

He gave it a pinch.

Was it only here that pain could be felt, or had this body already gained the ability to feel pain?

He could test it tomorrow.

——

Chen Zui suddenly lifted his arm and drew Wang Qianjiao into his arms.

Wang Qianjiao looked up, examining the man’s handsome facial features. Most people looked more docile when asleep, but his puppet was different—asleep, his presence grew steadier.

Even a little domineering.

Was this his true nature?