Chapter 9: Lecher, Feel My Fist!

Chen Fu walked toward the study in high spirits, ready to share the good news with Chen Zhuo.

He knew the old master still cared deeply about the young master—he just refused to admit it out loud.

After the last incident, Chen Zhuo had personally interrogated the relevant personnel, going days without sleep, and had reassigned high-rank martial artists to patrol day and night to prevent retaliation against Chen Mo…

Passing through the front courtyard, he happened to spot a familiar figure at the gate.

"Miss Shen?"

Chen Fu stepped forward and asked, "You've come to see the young master?"

"Mm…"

Shen Zhixia gave a slight nod.

Chen Fu said with a warm smile, "Please follow me."

Chen Zhuo had made it clear that the betrothal still stood, and besides, she had saved Chen Mo's life just a few days earlier.

"A daughter of a general's house, and one of the Blue Cloud Ten Outstanding as well."

"Whether family background, strength, or looks—she's a fine match for the young master."

Though Shen Zhixia had not yet entered the household, in Chen Fu's heart it was only a matter of time.

"Heh heh, double happiness at the door."

Leading her to the door of the alchemy room, Chen Fu said, "The young master is inside. You may go straight in—this old servant won't disturb you."

Having said that, he tactfully took his leave.

Leaving Qing'er to wait outside, Shen Zhixia pushed open the door and walked in.

The room was thick with steam, the faint scent of herbs lingering in the air.

She looked around—empty.

"Where is he?"

Shen Zhixia was a little puzzled.

Just then, she noticed a large water vat nearby, bubbles gurgling up to the surface.

She walked curiously to the vat's edge and looked down—suddenly, a large hand shot out and yanked her straight in!

Plop!

Shen Zhixia, caught off guard, plunged into the water.

Before she could struggle, she was pulled into a strong, powerful embrace.

She looked up and saw Chen Mo's eyes bloodshot, his breathing heavy, as though he were struggling to suppress something.

Her gaze drifted downward, bit by bit…

"Y-you-why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Shen Zhixia's pretty face flushed crimson as she stammered.

"Cooling down."

Chen Mo's voice was hoarse.

The residual medicinal potency hadn't been expelled in time, causing his qi and blood to surge, his insides burning as if on fire—though it wouldn't leave any lasting internal injury…

But the pressure was unbearable!

Shen Zhixia was now soaked through, her dress clinging tightly to her body, outlining her striking curves.

Because she cultivated the martial path, her figure was exceptionally well-proportioned—slender waist, rounded hips, long legs—full of supple grace and explosive power.

Feeling that scorching gaze, Shen Zhixia's heart fluttered in panic. She had just tried to rise when her legs went weak, and with another "plop" she sank back down.

"Hiss!"

Chen Mo sucked in a sharp breath.

"Hold on—don't move yet… let me steady myself."

Shen Zhixia seemed to sense something; her ears flushed deep red, her head lowered, not daring to look at him.

The air fell still.

……

Chen Mo struggled to divert his attention, trying to rein himself in.

Gazing at Shen Zhixia's delicate features, a long-buried memory gradually surfaced in his mind:

The Chen and Shen families had been close for generations; before the two children were even born, their elders had arranged a betrothal by pointing at the mother's belly.

They had grown up together—childhood playmates, each other's closest companion.

At the age of nine, because of her special constitution, Shen Zhixia had been noticed by the "Blue Nether Martial Sovereign," who intended to take her to the Northern Domain to cultivate the martial path.

At parting, both of them had cried until they were soaked with tears.

The young Chen Mo had thumped his chest and declared solemnly, "When you come back, I'll definitely take you as my wife!"

And that parting had lasted ten years.

……

"The game never mentioned this plot, but the Chapter Four BOSS, 'Blood Butcher · Shen Li,' is a Innate True Martial Body."

"Originally she was a disciple of Martial Saint Mountain; after falling into demonic corruption she betrayed the sect, slaughtered the entire Gu God Cult, the slain piling up in heaps, blood flowing like rivers."

"Chen Mo, Shen Li, Mo Li, Mo Li…"

"No wonder her attribute panel can't be seen."

"Because I'm still alive, she hasn't turned dark—she's still Shen Zhixia, not Blood Butcher Shen Li…"

Thinking of this, Chen Mo finally understood.

……

"You… seem to be in a lot of pain?"

As a martial artist, Shen Zhixia sensed that Chen Mo's condition was off.

She extended her slender hand, pressing it against his chest, sending True Qi into him to help regulate his internal energy.

"Wait!"

Chen Mo was about to stop her, but it was already too late.

That strand of True Qi shattered the balance he had struggled to maintain; his blood and qi surged instantly.

It felt as if a string inside his skull had snapped.

Chen Mo seized Shen Zhixia's wrist and yanked her into his arms.

"You—"

"Mmm!"

Before she could finish speaking, her mouth was sealed.

Shen Zhixia's eyes widened, filled with confusion, shock, and disbelief.

When she came to her senses, she tried to push him away, but his muscular body was like a bronze wall—unyielding.

As Chen Mo forcibly claimed her, her mind went blank; her body grew limp, then weak, utterly devoid of strength.

"This is bad…"

Shen Zhixia's gaze grew hazy as she slumped against Chen Mo's chest.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

Qing'er's voice came from outside: "Young Lady, are you alright?"

Shen Zhixia suddenly snapped back to awareness and bit down hard.

"Ouch!"

Chen Mo winced and instinctively released her.

Shen Zhixia pulled away, glaring at him in furious shame.

"Rogue! Die!"

"Wait, let me explain—"

Before Chen Mo could finish, his vision filled with a fist glowing like polished jade, rapidly expanding…

…

"She's been inside so long—why hasn't there been any sound?"

Qing'er was puzzled.

Crash!

Suddenly, a figure smashed through the door and flew backward.

In midair, the figure twisted and landed steadily on the ground.

The man was completely naked, his muscles knotted and swollen, veins bulging like ropes—like a volcano ready to erupt!

It was Chen Mo!

Immediately after, Shen Zhixia stepped out, circulating True Qi as water vapor quickly evaporated from her body.

Qing'er's expression went slack.

One drenched to the skin, the other naked…

What exactly had happened between them in that room?

"Qing'er, don't look!"

Shen Zhixia said sternly.

"Oh."

Qing'er covered her eyes with both hands—but her fingers spread wide, her dark eyes darting over Chen Mo.

She hadn't expected him to be this built…

And,

so terrifying…

…

Shen Zhixia's face turned cold as frost; she lowered her stance, and around her, sounds of wind and thunder seemed to stir.

The next instant, her jade-like pink fist was already before Chen Mo's face!

Chen Mo raised his hand to block it—the blue bricks beneath his feet shattered with a crash!

"Don't hit my face!"

He flipped her away with a reverse motion.

In midair, Shen Zhixia reversed her trajectory and shot back toward him.

Chen Mo knew: she was striking out of shame and anger, but also trying to help him disperse the medicine's potency and calm his blood and qi.

"Perfect—I'll test the strength of the Qingyun List's sixth-ranked!"

A spark of excitement flashed in his eyes as he leapt forward to meet her.

The two clashed, fists striking flesh, True Qi surging wildly!

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled, dust swirling everywhere.

Qing'er's eyes spun, unable to keep up with their movements.

Her lips parted slightly, her small face filled with astonishment.

"Young Lady is ranked sixth on the Green Cloud Ranking, yet she's fighting him to a complete stalemate…"

"How is this guy's strength actually this strong?"

When Chen Zhuo and the others arrived upon hearing the news, the battle was already nearing its end.

The courtyard looked as though a typhoon had swept through; the alchemy room had been torn down to bare walls. Amid the ruins, Chen Mo and Shen Zhixia were trading blow for blow, one punch each.

Looking at him, stark naked and swinging about all over the place, Chen Zhuo's mouth twitched.

"Unfilial son!!"

……

Imperial City, Hanxiao Palace.

Yu Youhan stood by the window, her expression grave.

Ever since the nightmare ended, the "Inner Demon" had not appeared again.

She had thought everything would return to normal, but today she actually discovered that a wisp of her Yuan Qi had vanished for no reason!

Although for her it was no more than a drop in the bucket, and she could recover it in an instant, it still gave her a strong sense of crisis!

"What on earth is this thing, that it can actually devour this Palace's Dao power?"

Gazing at the "red cord" on her wrist, Yu Youhan's moth-brow brows knit tightly.