Chapter 153: Yue Xuan Drives a Sports Car
"Why, were you waiting for me?"
Qian Xunji appeared behind Tang Yuehua, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He hadn't expected Tang Yuehua to dress so seductively, truly stirring a man's hormones. Especially given how Tang Yuehua was usually a noble lady in public, elegant like a fairy untouched by the mortal world. Now that she was dressed like this, the contrast was something ninety-nine percent of men probably couldn't resist.
"Your Holiness, the last time you stood me up, I waited for you all night."
Hearing Qian Xunji's voice, Tang Yuehua threw herself into his arms, revealing the expression of a resentful wife left home alone. Her body was still a bit cold, having been chilled by the night wind while waiting for him.
Qian Xunji used his Angel spirit power to warm Tang Yuehua's body. His hand slowly moved downward, resting on that round, perky spot that showed no sign of sagging at her age, his fingers applying slight pressure.
"That night, I really did have an urgent matter and had no choice but to break our date."
What Qian Xunji was referring to was naturally his discovery that the Shrek Seven Devils were all reincarnators, and Bibi Dong might also be one. He had gone to Sea God Island to confirm these matters. Compared to Spirit Hall's future, a sports car was trivial—which was more important went without saying.
As the saying goes: "At thirty, a woman is like a wolf; at forty, like a tiger; at fifty, she sits on the ground and inhales dust." Tang Yuehua was currently in her like-a-wolf, like-a-tiger phase. No one knew how she managed to maintain herself. Obviously almost fifty years old, she still looked and had the figure of a twenty-seven- or twenty-eight-year-old woman. Her skin was tender—not to the point of oozing water with a pinch, but still smooth and soft as silk, with a wonderful feel. Plus, over these nine years, not only had Tang Yuehua not aged, she seemed even younger and more alluring.
"It's all right, Your Holiness, Yuehua doesn't blame you. I'm already very happy that you came."
Qian Xunji's other hand slid upward from below, grazing along the thigh wrapped in black stockings. His palm paused between her stocking-covered legs, the silky sensation of the black stockings blending with the cool, smooth elasticity of her skin. This feeling was truly indescribable.
Tang Yuehua's body gradually grew hot. She took the initiative to hold Qian Xunji's strong arm. Her figure pressed against his arm, subtly changing shape under the pressure. The two of them walked to the fifth floor of Yue Xuan, into Tang Yuehua's private space.
After a session of listening to Tang Yuehua play music, they lay down on the bed together.
"Your Holiness, recently my second brother seems to have pulled himself together again and left the Clear Sky Sect."
That was the extent of the news Tang Yuehua could get. Ever since she became involved with Qian Xunji—who not only belonged to Spirit Hall but was its Pope—the Clear Sky Sect had come to treat her as an outsider. Tang Xiao, and everyone else for that matter, would never let her learn of any crucial matters.
Qian Xunji gave a faint smile. "I know. Tang Hao's son has twin spirits and even fell for a hundred-thousand-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit that had taken human form. If it weren't for that Soft Bone Rabbit, I wouldn't have encountered Tang Hao and his son in the first place, learning all these things."
"Your Holiness, you wouldn't…"
Tang Yuehua was a bit worried. Even though she and the Clear Sky Sect had grown distant, it was still her roots. In her heart, the entire Clear Sky Sect was on par with Qian Xunji. A peerless genius with twin spirits and innate full spirit power, plus the easy opportunity to obtain a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring and spirit bone—who wouldn't be tempted? Who wouldn't want to eliminate such a threat? Yet she was, after all, Tang San's aunt.
Qian Xunji lightly brushed Tang Yuehua's red lips. "Don't worry. One way or another, I count as Tang San's uncle, and I am the Pope. Naturally, I must set an example. Right now, I haven't done anything to that Soft Bone Rabbit. As long as she, like Ah Yin, stands honestly with us humans, I'll treat her as one of us."
Upon hearing this, Tang Yuehua's beautiful eyes reddened. She was touched, and little stars glimmered in her gaze. "Set an example"—those four words were easy to say, but who could truly do it? All those nobles out there were nothing but beasts in fine clothes. Only Qian Xunji, in the face of hundred-thousand-year spirit rings and spirit bones, could restrain his greed. He was truly a perfect man who stood tall in the heavens and on earth. Why had she been so blind back then, letting herself be fooled by Tang Hao?
With the Pope's looks, talent, magnanimity, strength, and sense of responsibility, Tang Hao couldn't compare even if he tried. If, right after the Seven Great Sects re-election conference, she had taken a liking to Qian Xunji at first sight and made her feelings known, would she perhaps now be the Pope's wife?
"Your Holiness, Yuehua's flute skills have improved a lot lately. Would you like to listen?"
"Oh? Then let me hear how far Lady Yue's flute technique has progressed."
Tang Yuehua smiled charmingly, slowly propping up her delicate body. Pressed against Qian Xunji's chest, her skin rubbed against his, and then she slowly moved lower. Not long afterward, Qian Xunji felt his body pinned down by two soft objects. They weren't large—only covering about one-third of him—so they couldn't really hurt him, but he still couldn't move freely. Moments later, a small mound fell from the sky, burying the remaining two-thirds of his body. The mound seemed to be drenched by abundant rainfall, and the soil inside was muddy, damp, and soft. A coiled serpent lived there, seemingly eyeing him for a meal.
After a prolonged battle of nearly an hour, Qian Xunji, forced to protect himself, had no choice but to hand over a bit of protein—part of himself—along with some fluid. But that coiled serpent seemed unsatisfied, tangling with him for another hour or more. Having no other recourse, he had to offer up more protein and part of himself once again. Only after those two offerings did that little serpent seem truly satiated, finally letting him go.
"Your Holiness…"
Tang Yuehua, breathing heavily, emerged from beneath the covers. Her red lips were swollen, and the center of her chest along with a third of the two mounds had turned red as well.
"You've worked hard."
With spirit power from the Angel, Qian Xunji quickly restored Tang Yuehua's lips to their original state.
"Yuehua, you're already tired. Let me handle what comes next."
Half of Tang Yuehua's body obediently lay prone on the bed, both hands pressing on the sheets. Soon, a pained expression flickered across her face, and her fingers dug tightly into the bedding. The long blue hair behind her head occasionally slipped off her smooth, fair back. She could feel that, under the Pope of Spirit Hall's painstaking effort and the investment of his energy and blood, two paths were gradually shaped to match Qian Xunji's form.
After staying at Yue Xuan for three days, Qian Xunji returned to Element City, bringing Qianrenchuan and Shui Bing'er, along with Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo hidden in the shadows, heading straight for the Extreme North—the Great Star Dou Forest, one of the three great forbidden lands on the continent.
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