novelraw Chapter 37 - 337: Miaoyan's Drink Is Very Sweet
Chapter 37 - 337: Miaoyan's Drink Is Very Sweet
After a long while, the call on the communication mirror connected to Fan Ya was ended. Shang Miaoyan put the mirror down with a gentle smile and raised her head to look at the White-clothed Sword Immortal across from her.
At that moment, Pei Yuhang was bent over, panting heavily. He was simultaneously enduring the torment of the searing Yang Fire and Shang Miaoyan's assault. His face was flushed, and fine beads of sweat had even appeared on his forehead.
A bead of sweat trickled down from his forehead, along the bridge of his nose, finally pausing for a moment on his bobbing Adam's apple.
But it couldn't resist its downward fate. Carried by a cool night breeze, the bead of sweat rolled off his Adam's apple, plummeting straight toward the damp patch already on the ground.
DRIP—
To the ears of a Cultivator, the sound of the sweatdrop splashing on the ground was perfectly clear.
Shang Miaoyan slowly rose and walked gently to Pei Yuhang's side. She produced a white handkerchief from the deep cleavage between her breasts, bending over to patiently wipe the sweat from his brow.
The handkerchief carried a scent all too familiar to Pei Yuhang—the fresh, sweet, milky fragrance that belonged to Shang Miaoyan alone.
On the slightly chilly night, the handkerchief, still warm with Shang Miaoyan's body heat, felt exceptionally so.
But this wasn't what Pei Yuhang wanted.
The White-clothed Sword Immortal's expression hardened. He shot his hand out and seized the slender wrist wiping his sweat.
The wrist was so delicate and fair, the faint blue veins clearly visible beneath the skin.
It looked like a work of art that should be cherished daily, but Pei Yuhang unapologetically applied his strength, quickly squeezing the wrist until it turned bright red.
His fingers sank so deeply into her soft skin that one had to wonder if he was about to crush that perfect wrist completely.
"Xiaohan, you're hurting me~"
Shang Miaoyan said with a hint of complaint, but a beautiful flush immediately colored her cheeks.
"Of course, if Xiaohan enjoys inflicting pain, then... Miaoyan can only obey."
A turbulent Sword Intent roiled in Pei Yuhang's eyes. He stared at Shang Miaoyan, forcefully suppressing the urge to draw his sword in a fit of rage.
"Are you done playing games?"
Facing the truly incensed Sword Immortal, Shang Miaoyan's charming, fox-like eyes remained unruffled.
She brazenly hopped onto the table in front of Pei Yuhang, looking down at him from her new perch.
Even though her hand was still in the White-clothed Sword Immortal's death grip, it didn't change the fact that she was the one in control.
"Xiaohan, since you chose to come here in person, shouldn't you be prepared for whatever happens?"
"You've already made your choice, yet you still try to resist… You're over one hundred and fifty years old, yet you're still as naive as the boy you once were."
A crimson glow flickered in Shang Miaoyan's eyes. It was as if, in that moment, the notoriously fickle Demon Path Saintess of the Yin Yang Sacred Land had made her true appearance.
She brazenly lifted a long, proud leg—slender, yet sensuously full.
Like a Grand General on the battlefield swinging down his Fangtian Halberd, she brought her foot down onto Pei Yuhang's face.
Her rosy-pink toes...
...kneaded his cheek without mercy.
Surprise lingered in Pei Yuhang's eyes, as if he hadn't yet registered what had happened.
The next moment, an uncanny, purplish-red marking bloomed on his forehead. Pei Yuhang felt as if his body had become a marionette, every joint controlled by invisible strings, no longer belonging to him.
"This is less fun, I admit, but… who's to blame when Xiaohan refuses to take the initiative? If I wait too long, Miaoyan gets lonely."
"Miaoyan truly wants to reminisce with Xiaohan about all the games we used to play back in the Saintess Palace."
As she spoke, Shang Miaoyan extended her long, pale fingers to pick up the small wine pot from the table. She raised her arm over her head and tilted it slightly.
The wine sloshed within the pot before gravity took hold, sending it gushing from the curved spout. The crystalline liquid fell through the air in a silver thread, landing on Shang Miaoyan's thigh and soaking her black gauze skirt.
However, with her precise control over Spiritual Qi, the wine didn't splash about, nor was it absorbed by the skirt. Instead, it pooled on the flesh of her thigh beneath the gauze, forming a small stream.
The stream of wine followed the curve of her body, flowing from her thigh to her knee, and from her knee down her calf, finally reaching her foot, which seemed to glisten in the Moonlight.
"Xiaohan, just now, I was the one feeding you wine. Now—"
"It's your turn to open your mouth and drink. Don't worry, the wine is very sweet."
...…
Yan Yaoyao flew through the sky, feeling rather bored. Her clothes were disheveled, making it look as though she had just survived a vicious fight.
'I didn't expect these self-proclaimed righteous Cultivators to be so adventurous, thinking of using the clouds as a bed and the sky as a blanket… but they're all show and no go.'
'How boring. They all have Nascent Soul Cultivation, but once I started using my Yang Replenishing Yin Secret Technique, they couldn't even last as long as my stable of Golden Core Stage boy toys.'
However, Yan Yaoyao also knew that these Cultivators who had reached the Nascent Soul Stage were all cunning old foxes. They knew that the longer they dallied, the more of their Yang essence they would lose. In severe cases, they could even suffer a Fallen Cultivation Realm, their Dao Foundation Potential completely exhausted.
Thus, they all cunningly surrendered early, afraid Yan Yaoyao would drain any more from them than she already had.
Only the Golden Core Stage Cultivators, with their weaker wills, were completely bewitched by her Charm Technique. They became slaves to carnal pleasure, their minds ravaged to the point of incoherence.
In the end, only base instinct remained, making them no different from animals.
'Damn it, damn it!'
'Who was it that said the Cultivators from the Xuanyuan Dao Sect were the most nourishing? I feel like I haven't gotten anything out of this trip at all!'
As Yan Yaoyao cursed and grumbled through the sky, her foul mood inexplicably brought to mind the White-clothed Sword Immortal she had tried to pick up at dusk.
The moment she pictured Pei Yuhang's handsome, ascetic face, Yan Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat.
'I wonder what the renowned Cold Sun Sword Immortal tastes like… If I could just get close to him, I'd think it was worth it even if he were the one to drain me.'
Yan Yaoyao licked her lips, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.
'Hmph. It's all that Cyan-robed Fairy's fault. If she hadn't gotten in my way, I would've already set something up with him!'
'But… we disciples of the Yin Yang Dao Sect are experts in the Secret Tracking Technique. Even a Divinity Transformation master wouldn't notice it if they weren't actively looking. They'd never realize I already planted a Divine Sense Split Soul on Peng Sword Immortal.'
The thought of Peng Sword Immortal's magnificent presence made Yan Yaoyao feel like ants were crawling all over her skin. She felt that if she didn't see him again tonight, her thoughts would grow obstructed, and her mind would not be at peace.
'It's so late… That Cyan-robed Fairy is probably not by Peng Sword Immortal's side anymore, right?'
Yan Yaoyao suppressed her excitement, closed her eyes, and began to sense the location of the Split Soul.
A moment later, she opened her eyes, her senses locked onto a specific location on Guoxin Island.
"Found you~! Hehe, my delicious-smelling Peng Sword Immortal, Yaoyao is coming for you!"