321. No Need To Restrain

In Spirit Hall City, within Bibi Dong's training room.

Qian Renjue used teleportation to arrive in the empty chamber.

He had sustained a minor injury.

If Nana or Ling Yuan saw him like this, it would likely cause a lot of trouble.

Qian Renjue lay down on the chilly bed carved from cold jade and exhaled deeply.

A 700,000-year-old beast was indeed terrifying.

He couldn’t help but wonder just how powerful his grandfather would be if he went all out.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Qian Renjue felt content with his recent journey to the Extreme North.

There were a few bumps along the way, but it wasn’t without gains.

At the very least, he had managed to clarify matters with Snow Empress

Next time he went, he was certain he wouldn’t encounter a situation like today.

Qian Renjue smiled, released his spirit possession, and called for his healer.

“Ah Yin, come heal me.”

“Yes!” A soft, concerned voice replied.

The Blue Silver Emperor mark on his chest scattered, transforming into threads of blood that wove into the air, appearing above his head.

In a moment, Ah Yin’s delicate and curvaceous form materialized on the bed beside him.

“Master~ Allow me to heal you,” she murmured sweetly, sitting beside him.

Gently, she cradled Qian Renjue’s head on her soft lap.

Qian Renjue’s view was soon filled with her generous curves.

He tried to catch a glimpse of her face but was blocked by the peaks in his view.

Giving up, he closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh, floral scent of Blue Silver Grass.

“Thank you for this,” he murmured.

“This is my duty,” Ah Yin replied with a slight blush.

Qian Renjue’s warm breath brushed against her, causing her cheeks to grow warmer.

Ah Yin’s hands glowed with a soft green light, brimming with life energy, as she leaned down over him.

Suddenly, Qian Renjue felt an overwhelming pressure and a hint of suffocation as she enveloped him with her presence, the scent of her floral essence filling his senses.

Blinded, he struggled for air, trying to shift slightly to find space to breathe.

Feeling his movements, Ah Yin’s body trembled in response.

“Ah Yin, change positions, please,” he muttered, his voice muffled.

“No need, Master. I don’t mind,” she replied with a slight quiver in her tone, pressing her warm hands against his firm chest, a blush coloring her cheeks.

“It’s not about whether you mind,” Qian Renjue said, lifting his hand to clear his face.

“I really don’t mind, Master. Anything is fine,” she whispered softly, glancing at his restless hand.

Qian Renjue sighed, pressing his hand between them to create space and catch his breath.

Ah Yin’s hands continued to move over him, her soft green light extending down to his abdomen.

“Be careful where you’re treating me; I’m not hurt there,” Qian Renjue reminded, frowning slightly.

Ah Yin gave a shy smile and continued her healing, but she refrained from further action to avoid displeasing him.

Once the treatment was over, she shyly looked away, then leaned closer to him.

“Master, I... I want to drink blood.”

“Go ahead,” he replied without hesitation.

Ah Yin lifted his shirt and gently bit down, releasing a light gasp as he felt the cool bite of her touch followed by soothing warmth.

Feeling somewhat helpless, he wondered if he’d been too lenient with her.

Perhaps it was time to set some boundaries, lest he succumb to temptation.

Half an hour later, Qian Renjue gently pushed Ah Yin away as she clung to him and reached the forbidden part.

“Don’t be angry, Master!” Before he could say anything, she transformed back into a mark on his chest.

Qian Renjue sighed, rubbing his forehead. “If you try something like that without my permission again, I’ll put you back in the flower pot.”

“I’ll be more careful next time,” her embarrassed voice echoed in his mind.

With a final deep breath, he settled back on the cold bed to regain his composure.


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Boom.

The heavy stone doors opened with a deep rumble.

Qian Renjue stepped out of the training chamber and saw Ling Yuan Douluo approaching.

“Sister Ling Yuan,” he said without surprise, knowing that Bibi Dong wouldn’t allow Ling Yuan to face any consequences for her actions.

“Your Highness, why did you go alone again?” Ling Yuan walked over with a gentle smile, slipping her arm around his, a hint of tenderness in her gaze.

“It was urgent,” Qian Renjue replied, glancing at her arm around his and subtly pulling away.

He had just resolved to be firm in managing his relationships.

“Did I do something wrong?” Ling Yuan asked, looking puzzled at his subtle distance.

“No, not at all,” he replied, a bit awkwardly. “I just feel like if this continues, it will be hard to hold myself back.”

Ling Yuan stared at him, understanding his meaning, her cheeks turning red as she chuckled softly.

“Your Highness, you really don’t need to hold back,” she murmured, bowing her head shyly.

“What?” Qian Renjue blinked, taken aback, leaning in slightly to hear her clearly.

Ling Yuan looked up at him with flushed cheeks. “In fact, The Pope has already given her blessing for the two of us.”

"Ha?"

Qian Renjue was stunned

"What did you say?"