Chapter 107 Second Exploration of the Demon Peak

Xiao Ming walked leisurely along the quiet path of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the warmth and smoothness of Revered Master's waist still lingering on his fingertips, and a unique, alluring fragrance seemingly still clinging to the tip of his nose.

However, all of this could not have happened without the key information provided by another figure. In his mind, he could not help but recall that fiery, graceful silhouette outside the side hall of War Demon Peak in the night, who had voluntarily offered her "sincerity," as well as that blood-pumping scene of "swallowing clouds and spitting mist." The heat in his body, stirred up by Revered Master, was stimulated even further by this amorous recollection.

"Tsk, I wonder how that little wench is doing lately..." Xiao Ming muttered to himself, a flash of playfulness and lustful fire appearing in his eyes. He changed direction and leisurely walked towards another location on Holy Son Peak—the War Demon Peak.

War Demon Peak at night was even more silent than usual. The oppression brought about by the fall of Peak Master Tu, as well as the smashing and roaring sounds from the direction of the main hall, had long since vanished. Only sporadic lights flickered in the darkness, and the patrolling Disciples had become much lazier.

This time, Xiao Ming did not avoid notice; instead, he made a grand entrance. He slowly climbed the mountain as if entering an uninhabited place.

This time, Xiao Ming did not conceal his tracks as he had before; instead, he deliberately slowed his pace, swaggering and strolling up as if he were walking in a leisurely courtyard.

Upon reaching a relatively open platform halfway up the mountain, several Disciples dressed in War Demon Peak attire, their faces filled with shock and uncertainty, finally could not hold back and braced themselves to block his path. Although they did not draw their weapons, their posture was full of hostility.

Xiao Ming did not stop walking until he was almost about to collide with them, then he raised his eyebrows slightly and halted. He swept his gaze nonchalantly over these young faces, which were filled with nervousness and stubbornness, and a smirk curled the corners of his mouth. His voice was not loud, but it carried a natural air of superiority: "Oh? Blocking me?"

He paused, adopting the standard style of a villain, and pointed to the tip of his own nose, his tone carrying a playful confusion: "Do you... know who I am?"

The few Disciples looked at each other, a look of struggle flashing across their faces. One of them, who appeared to be the leader, stepped forward slightly and said stiffly: "The Saint's prestige is known to everyone in the Heavenly Demon Sect... everyone knows it." His tone barely maintained respect, but his next words exposed his true intention, "It's just that... we are War Demon Peak, and we don't really welcome outside guests, so please... Saint, turn back."

"Not really welcome me?" The last trace of a smile in Xiao Ming's eyes vanished, his gaze growing cold. Although he did not intentionally release his Aura, a palpitating, heavy pressure naturally flowed from him. He was just about to take action to show this group of ignorant underlings a lesson—

"Heh..." A soft, charming, and unmistakably displeased huff came slowly from not far away.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a graceful, fiery figure walking towards them. The person who arrived was Chi Lianer.

Today, she was wearing a form-fitting, bright red long dress. The dress was cut quite boldly, with a slightly low neckline that perfectly highlighted those breathtakingly full curves, which swayed slightly as she walked, inviting reverie. Her slender waist was tightly bound by a light-colored silk sash, making her look even more graceful and enchanting. The hem of her skirt swayed with her steps, outlining the breathtaking curves of her hips and legs. Under the dim light, her skin was fair, her red lips were like fire, and a pair of eyes filled with deep affection were now locked directly onto Xiao Ming, who was blocked on the road.

She ignored the few Disciples who were acting as if facing a great enemy, walked straight up to Xiao Ming, and then turned around to glare fiercely at them, her tone filled with reprimand: "Insolent! Who gave you the guts to dare to block the Saint's arrival? Is it that after Peak Master Tu passed away, War Demon Peak is not chaotic enough?!"

The few Disciples were intimidated by her Aura, and knowing the relationship between this "Senior Sister Chi Lianer" and Tu Gang's son (even though his father was dead, his remaining prestige was still there, and there were still several Elders protecting him), they immediately fell silent, not daring to speak, and subconsciously cleared the way.

Chi Lianer then turned her gaze back to Xiao Ming. The sharpness from just a moment ago had completely turned into glistening water and lingering resentment. She pouted her red lips, her voice soft and glutinous, even carrying a hint of grievance: "Saint~ why are you here..." While speaking, she had already naturally stepped closer, and a rich, warm fragrance mixed with a hint of alluring body scent rushed towards him.

That soft, glutinous ending seemed to carry a hook, and together with the warm fragrance rushing towards him, it wrapped around Xiao Ming's senses strand by strand. She tilted her pretty face and continued: "For the Saint to grace us with your presence, it truly makes Chi Lianer terrified!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the leading Disciple who had braced himself to speak earlier, seeing Chi Lianer being so intimate and fawning towards Xiao Ming, and recalling the miserable state of the Young Lord before and recently, felt a rush of hot blood mixed with indignation surge to his head. He actually forgot his fear and said urgently: "Senior Sister Chi Lianer! You cannot! You... you must not forget, Young Lord Tu... he was previously injured by the Saint, and now his injuries have worsened to the point where he cannot move! How can you... how can you let him enter the peak? Please, Senior Sister, think twice!"

These words were like cold water splashed into hot oil, causing the atmosphere, which had eased slightly due to Chi Lianer's appearance, to suddenly tense up. The other few Disciples blocking the path also revealed expressions of indignation. Although they dared not step forward again, their gazes towards Xiao Ming were full of hostility.

Upon hearing this, Chi Lianer's charming face was instantly covered in a layer of frost. She turned around abruptly, her red skirt spinning out a sharp arc, and in a few steps, she was in front of the Disciple who had spoken. Before the other party could react, she swung her jade hand swiftly— "Slap!" A crisp and loud slap landed fiercely on the Disciple's face. The force was so great that it sent him staggering back several steps, his cheek quickly swelling up, and a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"You bastard!" Chi Lianer's voice was ice-cold and bone-chilling, a completely different person from the tenderness she showed when facing Xiao Ming just now. "The matter of Young Lord Tu will be decided by the Sect's laws and the Elders. Is it your place to recklessly criticize and sow discord here? Wherever the Saint wants to go, he goes; is that something you can block?"

Her phoenix eyes filled with menace, she swept over the other Disciples who were silent as cicadas in winter and said sternly: "Or are you saying that just because Peak Master Tu has passed away, you don't even understand the most basic hierarchy? Whoever dares to be disrespectful to the Saint again, don't blame me for dealing with you for the crime of betraying the peak!"

The leading Disciple covered his face, shocked and angry, but dared not say another word. He just lowered his head, staring fixedly at the ground, his body trembling slightly.

Chi Lianer then slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, the ice on her face melting, and she put back on that charming smile that could drown a person. She turned and walked back to Xiao Ming's side, extended her jade hand, and very naturally gently took Xiao Ming's arm, pressing that astonishing softness tightly against him, and said softly: "Saint, please don't lower yourself to the level of these ignorant fellows. Chi Lianer apologizes to you on their behalf!"

As she spoke, she held Xiao Ming, ignoring the blocked Disciples who were pale-faced and dared to be angry but not speak, and walked straight towards the peak. While walking, almost half of her body was pressed against Xiao Ming, her breath like orchids: "There are too many eyes here, it's inconvenient to talk. If the Saint doesn't mind, why not move to the hall, and let Chi Lianer properly... 'apologize' to you."

Xiao Ming let her hold him, the astonishing elasticity and warmth from his arm clearly perceptible, and his nose was filled with the rich and alluring fragrance on her body. He turned his head, his gaze falling on the charming face close by, which was filled with fawning and hints, and then swept his peripheral vision over the War Demon Peak Disciples behind him who dared to be angry but dared not speak, their eyes complex. The corners of his mouth slowly curled into a playful arc of someone in control of everything.

"Very well." He lowered his voice, carrying a hint of undisguised laziness and interest.

Before the words had even faded, he slowly wrapped his arm around Chi Lianer's waist, pulling her entire body tightly against his. At the same time, his other large hand raised unceremoniously, precisely covering that fullness whose curves were breathtaking due to the tight red dress. Looking at the submissive beauty beside him, our great Saint Xiao gave it a squeeze, neither too hard nor too light.

"Nn-ah~*" Chi Lianer, caught off guard, let out a sound from her throat. Her whole body seemed to be electrified, slightly softening, and she leaned even more softly against his side. She tilted up her pretty face, which had instantly flushed with a rosy glow, and gave Xiao Ming a soft glare. There was not a shred of anger in that look, only the coquettishness of wanting to refuse but welcoming it: "Saint~ you... you are so bad! There are still people watching here..."

While she said this, her body honestly pressed even closer into Xiao Ming's embrace, as if she wanted to melt herself into his body.