Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Wang Qianjiao suddenly wondered, was his puppet flirting with him?

Logically, it shouldn't be possible, and when he asked the question, he looked so innocent—as if genuinely inviting him to taste his lips, made of fruit, to quench his thirst.

One could even say it was thoughtful.

Wang Qianjiao raised his hand, lightly pressing his fingertip against Chen Zui’s lips. With just a gentle touch, their color grew even more vibrant.

“You wouldn’t taste good.”

Chen Zui took a second to consider his reaction. By nature, he would have pinned him down and kissed him forcefully—whether he tasted good or not, if I let you taste me, you will.

But dealing with Wang Qianjiao required a different approach.

Wang Qianjiao was also curious about his puppet's reaction, watching playfully, like a boy deliberately teasing to get a rise out of someone.

The puppet, who had been mischievous ever since being awakened by his essence blood, slowly lowered his eyelids upon hearing those words. His delicate lashes cast a soft, endearing shadow beneath his eyes.

Chen Zui lowered his head, silently turning his face away, expressing his displeasure with a sulky, silent posture.

His high ponytail of black hair fell over his neck, past his shoulders to his chest, the golden threads woven through it sparkling brightly.

Chen Zui said nothing.

But he might as well have said everything.

Wang Qianjiao: “Are you angry?”

Chen Zui ignored him.

Wang Qianjiao laughed lightly instead, reaching out to lift Chen Zui’s chin and turn his head back. Chen Zui twisted his face even further away, his ponytail swinging with the motion.

He wouldn’t let him touch him.

Wang Qianjiao’s hand glided down along his ponytail.

“Quite a temper you have.”

“What do I need to do to make you not angry?”

Ao Tian: Tsk, men are such pains. They go out of their way to provoke someone, then act all sweet to coax them afterward.

I’m never going to be that kind of man.

Only after Wang Qianjiao asked did his puppet finally turn his head back. His handsome face was still full of displeasure, and he pouted his tempting lips: “If you try a taste, I won’t be mad at you anymore.”

Who would have thought that Chen Zui, who looked like this, was actually so strong-willed?

He’s quite the actor.

Ao Tian: Even though the host is trying hard, Wang Qianjiao definitely won’t kiss him.

Crunching on digital sunflower seeds and taking a sip of digital bubble tea.

The phoenix had a natural defensive barrier, so even at high speeds, they felt no wind on its back. But now, the wind seemed to grow stronger.

Wang Qianjiao looked at his puppet.

The hand that had been in his hair shifted upward to cup Chen Zui’s cheek. The moment he turned his face, he kissed him.

In an instant.

The wind stopped.

Two pairs of eyes met at the closest distance. Chen Zui appropriately showed surprise, while Wang Qianjiao’s cool eyes remained unruffled. Not only did he kiss him, but he also nipped Chen Zui’s lower lip.

As if truly tasting fruit flesh.

After this kiss, filled with the meaning of “eating,” both their lips glistened with moisture.

Wang Qianjiao’s expression showed no change.

Under his gaze, Chen Zui ran his tongue over the spot where he had been bitten.

“Was it good?”

Wang Qianjiao chuckled softly: “It was good.”

His tone carried a hint of fond exasperation.

As for Ao Tian, it dropped its digital sunflower seeds and milk tea—Wait, they actually kissed?

This isn’t right, is it?

Wasn’t Wang Qianjiao supposed to be the aloof senior brother? How come he’s cold in demeanor but quick to use his lips?

And Chen Zui’s attitude—was he really planning to play the bottom role too?

No, it needed to check the guidelines to see if this was allowed. Better to be cautious.

Satisfied with the answer, Chen Zui replied in a tsundere way: “That’s more like it.”

Chen Zui leaned back into Wang Qianjiao’s embrace, his eyes half-lowered, his expression instantly shifting from cute to cold.

Hah.

It really was a kiss completely lacking desire.

As the one being kissed, Chen Zui could feel Wang Qianjiao’s emotions perfectly—it was as if his lips were just made of fruit, and this didn’t even count as a real kiss.

It was a bit annoying.

Their destination was very, very far away. The phoenix flew from daytime into night and still hadn’t arrived.

Wang Qianjiao sat cross-legged in meditation.

Chen Zui sat opposite him, mimicking his posture earnestly. His spiritual core seemed to have grown a little.

But it still wasn’t enough.

“Brother, my spiritual core is so small.”

The man in meditation raised his hand, and a delicate white porcelain bottle appeared in his palm.

Wang Qianjiao said tersely, "One pill daily."

Chen Zui popped one in his mouth immediately; it was slightly bitter.

Wang Qianjiao instructed, "Meditate with focus."

Chen Zui replied, "Brother, I don't know how to meditate."

Wang Qianjiao opened his eyes and placed his hand on Chen Zui's abdomen. "Guide your spiritual energy to follow mine."

Chen Zui grasped this quickly and understood the key. After circulating his energy along with Wang Qianjiao's for two small cycles, he was already able to meditate and cultivate on his own.

Wang Qianjiao withdrew his hand, observing the meditating Chen Zui with curious scrutiny. To this day, he still hadn't figured out how Chen Zui was able to cultivate.

His gaze fell on Chen Zui's lips. They seemed softer than when he had first crafted him—nice to kiss... tasty.

Time always passed quickly during cultivation. By the time Chen Zui opened his eyes again, it was already daytime. He felt light-bodied and clear-minded, bursting with energy.

He was itching for a fight.

So he turned his attention to Wang Qianjiao.

Without hesitation, he lashed out at Wang Qianjiao, his palm coated with spiritual energy. An ordinary person would likely have their skull shattered by such a blow.

Yet Wang Qianjiao didn't bother opening his eyes. He merely raised his hand casually to block Chen Zui's strike.

Their palms met.

Chen Zui took a step back, the combative glare in his dark eyes intensifying.

As he charged toward Wang Qianjiao, his red robes made him look like a streak of crimson. His hair bells jingled crisply and melodiously, his high ponytail flying, the ends swaying against his lower back and hips, with his silver belt glimpsed intermittently.

Wang Qianjiao still didn't open his eyes, using only one hand to block Chen Zui's palms, fists, kicks, and stomps.

Chen Zui moved so fast that only afterimages trailed him. But because he was so swift, the afterimages hadn't faded before he had already moved, creating a slow-motion effect.

He swooped like a hawk, kicking toward Wang Qianjiao.

Wang Qianjiao parried with one hand and snagged Chen Zui, pulling him into his arms.

Chen Zui was fired up. As a mercenary, he had never encountered such a worthy opponent. Though he couldn't defeat Wang Qianjiao now, he believed one day he would.

Wang Qianjiao slowly opened his eyes.

Gazing at Chen Zui, who was getting his breath back in his arms, he no longer seemed like a puppet but rather a spirited, feral young leopard.

However, he had only taught him meditation. Where had he practiced these combat skills?

For a moment, Wang Qianjiao genuinely wondered—was this really the puppet he had created?

But the body was right before his eyes, laid bare for his examination.

Indeed it was.

—

The phoenix came to a halt. Ahead lay a thick blanket of white mist, giving off an ominous vibe.

It formed a sharp line separating it from where they had stopped.

Passing through this white mist would lead to one of the world's six secret realms—the Jialan Secret Realm.

Chen Zui watched as a white halo appeared around Wang Qianjiao, which made him look like a celestial being.

The halo enveloped the phoenix as well.

Then, the phoenix flew on.

Chen Zui sensed Wang Qianjiao's aura growing heavier, and immediately after, he heard a sharp clang. Turning to look, he saw something striking the halo shielding them.

That first strike felt like a signal, the official start of it all.

Immediately after, invisible forces assaulted the halo from all sides—above, below, left, right—countless blades slashing relentlessly.

Chen Zui had no doubt about the lethality of these invisible Wind Blades; they could slice him in two or chop him into mincemeat.

Not to mention how densely they came.

The halo flickered. He glanced at Wang Qianjiao, who remained expressionless and steady as a rock.

The phoenix twisted and turned, continuing deeper into the mist.

The attacks grew even more frenzied.

With so many invisible objects assaulting them, the impact even created explosive noises.

This process, Chen Zui estimated, lasted at least seven hours.

Throughout those seven hours, Wang Qianjiao continuously released spiritual power, enduring the attacks. His face had grown slightly pale; someone with lower cultivation truly wouldn’t have been able to enter.

The phoenix burst out of the thick mist, and ahead the view opened up into a paradise on earth.

The phoenix flew toward the left.

Wang Qianjiao withdrew his defense, sitting cross-legged to regulate his breathing. The thought that he had gone to such trouble just to craft a phallus for a puppet struck him as amusing.

Chen Zui felt the air here was different—fresher, filled with abundant spiritual energy.

The phoenix stopped beside a steaming hot spring.

Wang Qianjiao also dismounted from the phoenix. Although the secret realm was dangerous, treasures were everywhere.

For example, this spring—soaking in it could boost one's cultivation.

Since he'd used up so much spiritual energy getting in, a soak here was the best thing to do first.

Wang Qianjiao removed his outer robe, unconcerned by Chen Zui's presence, and stepped into the spring wearing his moon-white inner robes. He sat down, leaning back comfortably.

Chen Zui wasn’t entirely sure if his body could withstand soaking in water.

"Brother, can I soak too?"

"No."

Chen Zui sat down on a nearby rock, disappointed. The hot spring looked perfect for soaking.

"Then the dick you make for me must be waterproof."

Wang Qianjiao glanced at him.

His puppet always seemed to have these dirty thoughts in its head.

Annoyed, he reached out and yanked Chen Zui down from the rock.

His puppet's head needed cleaning.

Chen Zui clung while flailing to Wang Qianjiao: "I can't soak."

"You can."

"Brother, you're lying to me."

Chen Zui stripped off his clothes in the water, leaving only the body chain. The body chain ran along his back, with a section hanging down from his neck, embedded with gemstones dipped in the water that followed the curve of his spine. The water made it glisten beautifully.

Wang Qianjiao grabbed that section and pulled Chen Zui closer.

As he did, his own robe loosened slightly, but he treated Chen Zui like an object and didn't bother to cover himself.

Pulled close to Wang Qianjiao, Chen Zui got a clear view of his exposed chest in an instant.

The white fabric of his robe pressed against pink nipples, and on one areola, there was a small red mole.

That little mole made his mouth water.

The robe had fallen open, revealing even his abdomen.

Chen Zui looked at Wang Qianjiao, then at himself: "Brother, aside from that thing, you missed making one more thing for me."

Wang Qianjiao thought he meant an ass...

Under the water, Chen Zui's hand reached over, slowly tracing along the veins on his lower abdomen.

"I don't have veins here."

"Brother."

"I want it."