Chapter 922: Two Days and Two Nights

Chapter 922: Two Days and Two Nights

Zhao Changhe realized that this dead blind woman knew all too well how to manipulate his desires... With just two short phrases, she set his blood completely ablaze, boiling and surging until his breath grew seven or eight times heavier.

Though both sides knew the score perfectly well, Zhao Changhe truly longed for such a conquest, and Ye Wuming was fully aware of it in her heart.

Capturing her thrice and releasing her thrice, refusing to relent until his blade was pressed against her neck—it carried a powerful sense of conquest. Yet, unfortunately, despite setting up so much psychological warfare in advance, Ye Wuming's strength stood firm; she was ultimately not someone who could be easily defeated. Every calculated scheme had yielded nothing more than mutual destruction... Though looking at it on the surface, at least his blade had truly been held to her throat.

What both sides seemed to want was merely the symbolic meaning brought by such a spectacle, which could shatter many illusions and drag the high-and-mighty Ye Wuming down from her altar. For Zhao Changhe, that was already satisfying enough.

But that was, after all, not a true conquest.

Ye Wuming knew what he wanted, so she said, "I give it to you."

—Only because I actively give it to you can you achieve what you desire; otherwise, you would never manage it.

It was still her pride, yet the effect was incredibly seductive. Especially as she spoke these words with hazy apricot eyes and a blushing face, any man would be too far gone to bother discerning whether it was her gift or his own achievement. In an instant, a primal roar resounded, piercing the depths of the underworld.

Ye Wuming let out a muffled groan, slightly tilting her neck back as her slender hands left deep bloody gashes across his back.

She was far more detached than ordinary folk, to the extent that despite all the previous intimacy, she was actually not fully satisfied yet. This unrestrainable strike from Zhao Changhe felt akin to brute force, leaving both of them in a touch of pain.

The air froze for a moment; in the silent space, even their breathing stopped.

After a long while, Zhao Changhe finally whispered, "Why... why are you willing to say that?"

Ye Wuming replied, "You have journeyed your whole life just for this moment... So have you let it go now? All your obsessions and desires."

Zhao Changhe said nothing.

Ye Wuming added, "This forceful approach, akin to punishment right now... is it also a wicked thought that often surfaced in your mind, yet one you felt would ruin your character and thus never dared to act upon?"

She understood him too well.

After all, she was the woman who had watched him from the very beginning, witnessing his transformation from green youth to maturity.

"Then there is no need to endure it further." Ye Wuming closed her eyes once more and murmured, "Just how long do you intend to stay perched here without moving?"

For a moment, Zhao Changhe could not even tell if he was taking her by force or if that wretched blind woman was once again dictating everything.

Regardless, no man could afford to overthink at a time like this. You want to dictate things, do you... see how I drive through! Ye Wuming paid a bitter price for her attempt to dominate.

Her pretentious words still echoed in the clouds, but soon she could no longer utter a single coherent sentence, leaving only her dazed eyes staring at the horizon. The star beyond the boundary appeared hazy, and the dark spot upon it looked not like a jade rabbit, but rather a mocking, side-eyed smirk.

She had initially thought this affair was nothing special. She had already experienced it when sharing perceptions with Ye Jiuyou before, and later, the physical sensation of soul-blending during the splitting of their divine spirits had been even more intense. Her willingness to let him have his way this time was largely due to being accustomed to it; it felt like nothing more than indulging him to put an end to his endless pestering...

As it turned out, experiencing it firsthand with her own fleshly body was entirely different.

Whether someone else's possession was truly moving inside your body like this—how could that be the same!

Previously, she had used the excuse of her weakened split soul to let him take liberties, her heart still feeling rather righteous: "I am humoring you," and "If I wanted to resist, I have plenty of ways to handle you." Yet at this very moment, with her power at its peak, she still felt like a small boat caught in tempestuous waves, tossing and turning, left entirely to his whims, too weak to muster the slightest bit of resistance.

For an ascendant beyond the shore who could shatter massive stars with a single punch, the physical disparity between them had never mattered before, yet at this moment, it became starkly prominent. Beneath his robust frame, her slender body was bound to be pinned and ravaged; that suffocating weight of Mt. Tai pressing down and the sheer force of conquest had never been felt so vividly.

Instinctively, Ye Wuming made a slight motion to flee, her hands pressing against his shoulders in an attempt to push him away, but it felt like pushing a solid wall.

Then, with one swift motion, he caught both of her wrists together, pinning them above her head, and leaned down to kiss her again, stifling her unconscious whimpers.

All her struggles seemed merely to provide a playful thrill; he did not even seem to perceive that she truly wanted to break free, casually proclaiming his suppression without a second thought.

In her daze, a vague thought drifted through her mind: whatever she said was actually meaningless. When this act was underway, he was engaged in a conquest, one far more absolute than holding a blade to her throat.

And...

It seemed to have succeeded.

Strong arms lifted her up and turned her over. Instinctively, Ye Wuming knelt on all fours upon the clouds. By the time she realized how shameful the posture was, she was filled to the brim once more.

Ye Wuming could not even support herself with her palms; she shifted to her forearms, burying her head deeply within them to muffle her uncontrollable moans.

She was not even permitted this tiny bit of evasion... His hand gripped her hair and pulled back, forcing her to lift her head instinctively.

Her entire body, every single thought, no longer belonged to her.

So once it was truly done, it was like this...

This was not the end. When he began to circulate his dual cultivation technique, Ye Wuming realized how shallow her theoretical understanding had been.

She clearly knew that the Great Art of Ultimate Bliss could heighten pleasure—in fact, she had helped him complete part of the core technique herself... But it was not until she experienced it firsthand that she understood what it meant to add fuel to this specific fire.

It was truly capable of scattering a person’s last remaining shroud of consciousness, leaving only base instinct to respond to the cycling of the technique, blending and returning under his guidance, to live if he willed life, to die if he willed death.

...

The miniature world knew neither sun nor moon, and Ye Wuming could not calculate how much storm and rain they had weathered, but the moment finally came when the rain ceased and the clouds dispersed.

Ye Wuming lay upon the clouds, staring blankly at the star outside the boundary, her lost thoughts slowly returning only after a long rest.

An arm cradled her neck, feeling very comfortable.

With some difficulty, she slowly turned her head to look at the man’s profile. The man turned to look at her at the same moment. Their eyes met, and Ye Wuming instinctively averted her gaze.

Zhao Changhe chuckled, reaching out to cup her chin and turn it back, while Ye Wuming glared at him.

With a tender expression, Zhao Changhe whispered, "I have finally... obtained you."

The anger in Ye Wuming's furious eyes slowly melted away, her gaze shimmering like water, its true meaning unreadable.

This was a phrase that should have been spoken upon entry, yet it occurred after the fact.

If beforehand there was still an attempt to dominate—a sense of "what you want is merely a bounty from me" or "treating it as being bedded by a dog"—then now, she could no longer tell herself that with such righteous confidence.

Even now, she craved his shoulder and did not wish to leave... He had indeed obtained her, without excuse.

When she had summoned people from Earth, how could she have ever imagined that one day she would be so utterly and thoroughly possessed by this man... It was truly mortifying.

Ye Wuming grit her teeth, forcing herself to sit up: "The matters between men and women, I understand them today... and it amounts to no more than this."

"Ha..." Zhao Changhe held her shoulder, pulling her back into the crook of his neck to prevent her from rising. "Tell me, does the spine of the Heavenly Book count as your mouth?"

Ye Wuming: "?"

Zhao Changhe continued, "Even if it were completely cast into the fire until nothing remained but the stitched spine, your mouth would still be the toughest part of your entire body."

Ye Wuming turned away in a huff.

Zhao Changhe embraced her from behind, gently stroking her smooth abdomen as he murmured, "I will continue to complete the bridal price for you."

Ye Wuming pursed her lips. "You can renege on it." That thing was merely a pretext to begin with; the moment she said "I am willing," the pretext lost all practical meaning, and whether it was completed or not made no difference.

To fall in love was to fall in love... She could not untangle at which exact moment it had been born; she had simply succumbed gradually and unconsciously under his ceaseless assault and various timely assists.

Perhaps the two sisters were very alike... Both had never encountered a man who pursued them so relentlessly, viewing them as the ultimate purpose. Therefore, from the moment this veil was lifted in Papiyan's illusion, she had begun to flee, fleeing because such a feeling made her heart panic.

Since her heart panicked at this, the ending had long been foretold.

Zhao Changhe said, "Since you brought it up, I will certainly see it through."

Ye Wuming turned her head once more, looking into his eyes.

Zhao Changhe added, "Besides, what you granted me was far more than just a conquest."

Back when Ye Jiuyou had not yet reached the other shore, that single session of dual cultivation had helped Zhao Changhe attain that realm, and that hadn't even been her first time. Ye Wuming was not only an ascendant of the other shore but also pristine; the benefits brought by this session of dual cultivation were immeasurable. At the very least, Zhao Changhe felt that if he went back to fight Luochuan now, he could smash his head open in a single-handed fight.

There was clearly still a distance to the next higher realm, but with a direction established, it was only a matter of time. Zhao Changhe had never felt as confident as he did at this moment.

He finally sat up and began to dress.

Ye Wuming pursed her lips once more.

Afterward, the man dressed beside her with an air of nonchalance... This feeling was even more humiliating than the process of being toyed with.

After all, he would hold others tenderly and lovingly to rest, but with her, he barely said a word, exuding an air of lazy indifference—pulling up his pants and leaving after finishing, which was deeply distressing.

As if sensing her gaze, Zhao Changhe turned back and smiled: "That look in your eyes..."

Ye Wuming's face was expressionless. What look? "It's actually resentment."

"..."

Zhao Changhe laughed, leaned down, and gently kissed her eyelid: "Now that look is worth the price of admission."

Ye Wuming pushed him away in a fit of pique, sat up, and didn't even bother to cover herself: "You've already torn my veil to shreds, what's the use of saying this now... I've fallen for you, I am resentful—are you satisfied now?"

That hint of languid coquettishness captivated Zhao Changhe, who couldn't take his eyes off her.

He said nothing, took out a piece of silk from his ring, and carefully wiped Ye Wuming.

Ye Wuming was startled, then her expression turned strange.

So you're finally not using me to wipe things, but wiping me instead?

This feeling was truly bizarre.

After wiping for a while, Zhao Changhe finally spoke: "I got up in a hurry, not because I didn't want to linger with you... but you know the situation now—we've been at it for two days and two nights..."

"Huh?" Ye Wuming sat up straight: "How long?"

"Two days and two nights." Zhao Changhe turned his head away sheepishly: "Can't help it, you're too tempting."

Actually, it was because the dual cultivation at the Other Shore required a long time, and couldn't be stopped abruptly... But Ye Wuming did believe that her body had such a strong allure for Zhao Changhe, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

No wonder she felt weak all over now—two days and two nights, you really are something...

What was the situation now? Luo Chuan wasn't dead yet, and the reactions from all sides in the Vientiane Star Domain were unpredictable. They had only briefly left with the book, still within the star domain, and by now, Emperor Withered Tree might have already come knocking.

Zhao Changhe really couldn't continue holding her soft, fragrant body and indulging in tender affection—if he did, their home might be stolen. Ye Wuming was even more anxious than he was. She rose with a light spin, and the black silk garment that had been torn off and tossed aside earlier wrapped around her again. The two of them floated into the air and vanished in an instant.

...

Within the Heavenly Book Realm, the situation wasn't as tense as the two had imagined.

After all, Luo Chuan was injured and sealed within the River of Stars Sword. Without interference, he might break out soon, but Ye Jiuyou was no pushover.

Even though she was also at the Other Shore and her cultivation wasn't as high as Luo Chuan's, sealing his injured soul inside for a few days was no problem. Moreover, with the help of Misty and the Four Symbols, even a fully powered Luo Chuan could be held off for a while...

For Ye Jiuyou, it was actually better if Luo Chuan didn't die... Her hatred for Luo Chuan was etched into her bones, and she wished she could imprison his soul in the sword forever, roasting it day and night.

She was confident she could torment him for at least ten days or half a month. By then, when her husband had dealt with Ye Wuming and returned, his cultivation would likely have improved, and they could see if they could annihilate Luo Chuan's soul completely.

But the prerequisite was no outside interference... If outsiders caused trouble, they would be hard-pressed.

In fact, the three major forbidden zones of the Vientiane Star Domain had started causing trouble that very day...

When the incident occurred, the sudden upheaval caught everyone off guard. Emperor Withered Tree and the other two forbidden zone lords were mutually restraining each other, none daring to act rashly, which allowed Ye Jiuyou to escape with the book without immediate pursuit.

But people can communicate.

"Brother Withered Tree, does this mean you're blocking us from interfering in their battle with Luo Chuan on behalf of that unknown dragon from beyond?" an old man in an imperial crown asked Emperor Withered Tree solemnly.

Emperor Withered Tree smiled faintly: "I haven't said anything. You two didn't dare to step forward yourselves—what does that have to do with me? That said, Luo Chuan's demonic followers are ravaging the star domain. If someone else takes care of him, isn't that a good thing? Why interfere?"

Another cultivator sneered: "Why speak so sanctimoniously? Brother, your Star Array Formation not only trapped Luo Chuan but also those people... You're playing the strategy of watching from a safe distance, waiting to pick the spoils when both sides are exhausted. But you probably didn't expect them to be this strong—their battle destroyed your Star Array, and they defeated Luo Chuan while escaping our surveillance..."

Emperor Withered Tree's smile remained: "They defeated Luo Chuan, but they're also wounded and exhausted—that's obvious. Now that the Star Array is gone, why don't you two give chase?"

Both men stared coldly at Emperor Withered Tree without speaking.

Let us chase, so you can pick our spoils? Besides, Emperor Withered Tree clearly has some alliance with these outsiders, and they haven't fallen out yet, leaving room for future cooperation. The three emperors of the Vientiane Star Domain have been in a tripartite standoff for millennia. Now that Emperor Withered Tree has this unexpected new force, what should the other two do? Should they take advantage of the group's retreat to join forces and kill Emperor Withered Tree first? With that thought, their eyes turned malicious.

Emperor Withered Tree knew what they were thinking and shook his head: "My alliance with that friend was only for dealing with Luo Chuan. Now that Luo Chuan is defeated, other matters should be discussed separately. This group's origins are unknown, and they have countless experts—I've seen at least three at the Other Shore. You fear they might ally with me against you, but I also fear they'll settle scores with me afterward and dominate this domain. They are outsiders after all, their intentions hard to fathom."

The two exchanged glances and said, "Then what does Brother Withered Tree suggest?"

"The three of us once had an alliance to fight the demonic path. Why not cooperate again?" Emperor Withered Tree said. "I see they have some extraordinary treasures—that book and that sword, imbued with the essence of heaven and earth. Aren't you two tempted? Now that they're both wounded from fighting Luo Chuan and no longer at their peak, if we can cooperate sincerely, we can crush them in one fell swoop."

After all, they were old acquaintances who knew each other well. Though they had clashed over the millennia, the possibility of cooperation against an external enemy was far greater. The three emperors didn't haggle much; the alliance was almost a foregone conclusion.

After all, that book and that sword were truly tempting. And they certainly didn't want outsiders interfering in the star domain.

When the three emperors set out to track the fleeing Heavenly Book using the residual battle energy, it wasn't difficult at all. It took only a day and a night before one of the emperors found it first.

But their so-called "sincere cooperation" hit a snag on the very first day.

Staring at the pages of the book quietly opening and closing in the void, exuding an utterly pure aura of the Great Dao, the emperors' expressions changed.

During the battle, they were too far away to feel it so clearly... What a supreme treasure this was!

If they defeated this group and seized the treasures, the treasures themselves had grades. Nothing could compare to this book. And with only a book and a sword, there were just two items—how would the three of them divide them?