Chapter 97 Linglang swears she saw nothing!

"Master... *cough, cough*..." Following You Li's soft call, which was laced with concern and a hint of an unusual cough, that intense and subtle battle of absorbing Yang Qi finally began to draw to a close.

You Li looked up at her Master, who was no longer as full of vitality as before. Her amethyst-like eyes were misted with a layer of moisture; her originally ethereal gaze now held a touch of dazed satisfaction, mixed with clear tenderness and worry.

She gazed at her Master, whose aura was noticeably weakened and whose waist was even slightly, imperceptibly hunched. Her voice, carrying the remnants of uncalmed panting and a light cough, said intermittently: "Master... how about... we stop here? You... you have already given You Li enough... You Li is truly... satisfied..." As she spoke, her dainty throat unconsciously swallowed, as if trying to digest that overly "nourishing" "Yang Qi."

Indeed, Xiao Ming's complexion no longer held its previous rosy luster; between his brows, there was even a hint of imperceptible fatigue and... a paleness akin to kidney deficiency.

He hunched his waist slightly, one hand pressing discreetly against his lower back, slowly rubbing with moderate force, attempting to dispel that feeling of soreness and emptiness.

His heart was in turmoil, and he inwardly cried out in misery: 'A miscalculation! A huge miscalculation! A Ghost Venerable is indeed a Ghost Venerable; a Body Integration Stage expert is truly no joke! How long has it been? This Saint is almost squeezed dry!'

He had never imagined that his little female ghost would make him unable to hold on after such a short time of absorbing Yang Qi. If he were to really "engage in deep communication" with her, wouldn't he be sucked into a dried-up husk? *Cough*, a small horse pulling a big cart really doesn't work!

However, as a dignified Saint of the Heavenly Demons, a man destined to rule the Demonic Path in the future, he could not lose Face! Especially as her Master.

He forced himself to straighten his back a bit more (though this action made his lower back ache), striving to put on an expression of indifference, or even slight disdain. He deliberately made his tone lazy and domineering: "Hmph, satisfied already? Is this Saint's foundation something that can be plumbed with just this little bit? Continue! Let me show you what real..." Before he could finish his sentence, his hand, which was rubbing his waist, unconsciously increased its pressure, the knuckles turning slightly white, completely betraying his outward strength and inward weakness.

You Li took in his little act of suffering for the sake of Face. Her dazed purple eyes first flashed with a knowing amusement, then were filled with deeper emotion and a strange sense of intimacy. The corners of her eyes, curved like crescent moons, revealed her joyful mood at that moment.

Just as You Li felt heartache for her Master and intended to stop this unbridled "demanding" no matter what, and while Xiao Ming's mind was racing, pondering how to find a graceful exit without losing Face, so as not to accidentally "die young" —

"Ah—!"

A short, sharp exclamation, filled with extreme shock and shyness, was like a giant boulder thrown into a calm lake, suddenly breaking the romantic and slightly awkward atmosphere in the cave!

At the entrance of the cave where they had come from, a young figure with a developing silhouette was standing there blankly. She covered her big eyes with both hands, though a gap was left between her fingers.

The master and servant both froze, looking simultaneously in the direction the exclamation came from — the cave entrance.

At the original cave entrance, a slim and graceful figure, already possessing the charm of a young girl, stood stiffly as if hit by a freezing spell. It was none other than Yu Linlang!

She had clearly used all her might to catch a glimpse of the "magnificent scene" in the depths of the cave. At this moment, her fair little hands were tightly covering her wide-eyed gaze, but between her slender fingers, a gap clearly wide enough was left.

Through the gap, her clear eyes were staring unblinkingly, filled with immense shock and confusion, at the scene before her that exceeded the limits of her cognition — the mysterious and powerful Saint was disheveled, and a peerlessly beautiful woman was kneeling before him... A "boom" went off in her little head, as if a volcano had erupted. Her pretty Face, along with her neck and ears, instantly turned as red as a cooked shrimp. White steam even faintly rose from the top of her head, her mouth unconsciously forming an "O" shape, and she completely lost the ability to think.

This unexpected "audience," while making the scene extremely awkward, also invisibly relieved Xiao Ming, allowing him to breathe a long sigh of relief — at least there was a reason to stop!

He quickly steadied himself, and under You Li's still somewhat awkward and affectionate service, he adjusted and put on his robes, looking slightly rushed but not without composure. The two of them now: one with a flushed complexion and watery, shimmering eyes, the other forcing himself to keep his spirits up and back straight, attempting to cover up that hint of post-coital weakness.

You Li slowly stood up, extending her petite tongue to gently lick her alluring lips, as if savoring some peerless delicacy. Her red lips parted slightly, her breath carrying scorching heat. Her purple eyes glanced at the dumbfounded Yu Linlang, her voice carrying a hint of annoyance at being interrupted and a question: "Master, she..."

Xiao Ming waved his hand, casually taking a Medicinal Pill from his storage ring specifically for replenishing blood and Qi and consolidating his foundation, swallowing it. A warm current temporarily dispelled the feeling of emptiness in his body. His Face restored some of its habitual indifference and sense of control, his tone calm but unquestionable: "It is fine, just an ignorant little maid. You Li, you go back first. This Saint will handle this girl myself!"

Hearing this, You Li looked at Xiao Ming with lingering worry (mainly concerned about her Master's body), but she had an instinctive obedience to Xiao Ming's orders. With a flash of purple light, her peerlessly beautiful figure turned into a stream of light, silently sinking into the soul-containing jade on Xiao Ming's chest. The heart-palpitating and fascinating, strange atmosphere in the cave also dissipated for the most part.

Only then did Yu Linlang, as if waking from a petrified state, jump like a frightened deer, turning around, wanting to... run away.

However, just as she took half a step, she felt her waist tighten, and an irresistible force came from behind, instantly pulling her into a solid and warm embrace. Xiao Ming's figure appeared behind her like a ghost, his powerful arms wrapping around her slender, soft waist. His nose grazed the nape of her neck, which emitted the fragrance of a young girl, and his scorching breath deliberately blew onto her red earlobe. His voice was low and carried a playful magnetism: "Linlang, having secretly seen what you shouldn't have, you want to run away now? Hmm?"

How could Yu Linlang have experienced such a situation? Her delicate body instantly softened, and she almost collapsed into Xiao Ming's arms. The strong heartbeat of the man behind her, as well as that aggressive aura, made her own heart beat like a drum. Her mind went blank, leaving only endless shyness and panic.

Hearing Xiao Ming's question, her body trembled slightly, and she stuttered, explaining incoherently: "Saint... Saint! Linlang... Linlang was worried about your safety, that's why... why she tried to find a way in! Linlang swears, she saw nothing! Really! Linlang... doesn't know anything!" The more she spoke, the smaller her voice became, finally becoming almost as faint as a mosquito's, her cheeks burning scarily.

Xiao Ming's lips curled into a playful arc, his arm holding her tightening slightly, while his other hand began to wander restlessly. Enjoying the wonderful sensation in his palm, he pressed his lips close to her burning earlobe, his tone playful with a hint of mischief, saying slowly: "Saw nothing? Linlang... this Saint's secret has been clearly seen by you. Tell me... how should I 'deal' with you, this disobedient little girl? And what about your sister?"

He deliberately enunciated the words "deal with" in an ambiguous way, his warm breath spraying onto the side of Yu Linlang's neck.

Hearing this, a flash of panic crossed Yu Linlang's originally dazed, watery eyes, and paleness quickly replaced the flush on her Face. She could bear the punishment herself, but she absolutely could not implicate her sister! She anxiously turned halfway in Xiao Ming's arms, raised her little Face, her shimmering eyes full of pleading, and begged breathlessly: "Saint... Saint! All the faults are Linlang's alone! It was Linlang's curiosity, it was Linlang who was bold! My sister... she knows nothing about all this! Please... please only punish Linlang, do not blame my sister!" Her pitiful appearance was like a delicate flower shivering in the wind and rain, heart-rendingly beautiful.