Chapter 528: [Warm Hibiscus Curtain] (Part 1)

Hu Xiaotian knew they had superb skill in taming horses, Tang Qingxuan's words were no exaggeration; he said in a low voice, "Wen Boyuan is not easy to deal with; you'd better keep your distance from him."

Tang Qingxuan said, "I know, but I won't let him off lightly."

Hu Xiaotian merely thought Tang Qingxuan was speaking in anger, he nodded and said, "Better to be cautious." The Tang siblings are straightforward; Hu Xiaotian worried they'd act impulsively and cause trouble.

At midnight, Hu Xiaotian suddenly heard someone softly calling him from beside his ear: "Wake up!"

Hu Xiaotian originally thought he was dreaming, but the voice sounded again; he opened his eyes, the voice still echoing in his ear—it was Xu Mitian calling him, she must have used voice transmission to send a message. Hu Xiaotian startled, sat up, lifted the tent flap, but saw no one outside except the patrolling warriors.

Hu Xiaotian slipped out of the tent, saw outside the princess's tent Zhan Peng leading personnel on duty; tonight Zhou Mo was resting because Zhan Peng had relieved him. Seeing Hu Xiaotian come out, Zhan Peng was slightly startled, stepped forward and asked, "What happened?"

Hu Xiaotian smiled, "Nothing, just need to relieve myself." He pointed to the woods nearby.

Zhan Peng was a bit worried; Hu Xiaotian patted his shoulder, then Xu Mitian's voice came again from beside his ear: "Keep going, I'm waiting for you in the woods."

Hu Xiaotian looked around, saw no sign of Xu Mitian, secretly marveling—her actions truly were like a dragon showing its head but not its tail, truly formidable; he walked toward the front woods.

Zhan Peng said softly, "Should I send two people to follow you?"

Hu Xiaotian laughed and shook his head: "Just taking a piss, no need for such fuss; besides, when the Zajia relieve themselves, they're not used to having others watch."

Zhan Peng nodded, only then remembering Hu Xiaotian was a eunuch; he said softly, "Call me if anything happens."

Hu Xiaotian had already walked toward the front woods, taken a few steps into the woods. He saw no trace of Xu Mitian, coughed softly twice to remind her he had arrived, secretly sighing—he hadn't expected this woman's addiction to be so great; last night she had climaxed five times. Today she wants again. Hu Xiaotian silently reckoned: if Xu Mitian's age is indeed thirty or forty, as the saying goes, "Thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger," and yet he's run into her. It's only his own fault for performing too well last night, letting this poison woman taste the marrow and know the flavor.

Looking left and right, still no one in sight; since he'd come out, he couldn't just return empty-handed. Hu Xiaotian conveniently relieved himself a little, then saw someone approaching with a torch—obviously Zhan Peng and the others, worried he might get into trouble. Hu Xiaotian shushed twice. Getting no response, he walked out of the thicket and returned to his own tent.

He lifted the tent flap and lay down again, but his hand touched an elastic body. Hu Xiaotian's heart jumped; he immediately realized Xu Mitian had come with a diversion, sneaking silently into his tent. Hu Xiaotian secretly broke out in a cold sweat—fortunately Xu Mitian wasn't intending to harm him, otherwise he'd have no life.

Although the tent was dark, Xu Mitian's eyes glimmered like starlight. Her fingertips lightly pressed against Hu Xiaotian's throat, and via voice transmission she said, "Don't call out!"

Hu Xiaotian really wanted to laugh and cry—did he even think of calling out? With a beautiful female snake in his tent, there was constant danger of being bitten; even if he could call, he wouldn't dare. He said softly, "You want it again? I'm a person, not a machine; I already gave you five times last night—let me rest a night..."

Xu Mitian coldly said, "You bastard, what do you think I am?"

Hu Xiaotian thought to himself, "What kind of person are you, that I have to imagine you? Last night you really did those things; I've been abused by you five times, and now you're putting on an innocent act with me—I'll give you one word: damn!"

Hu Xiaotian said, "Then why did you come looking for me in the middle of the night?" This guy, while speaking, lifted the blanket and slipped in, pressing tightly against Xu Mitian; in this situation, playing a little with the number one poison master under heaven is also a different kind of excitement.

"There are many people lying in ambush in Peak Forest Gorge; it seems aimed at you."

"How many?"

"No fewer than five hundred!"

Hu Xiaotian's heart jolted—he hadn't expected so many: "Bandits from the Muddy Water Gang?"

Xu Mitian felt this guy pressing ever closer; her body temperature was slightly cool, but Hu Xiaotian was like a ball of fire, warm. Although she knew he might take advantage to flirt, she felt very comfortable, and nodded: "Don't underestimate them; that group is well-trained and extremely familiar with the terrain."

Hu Xiaotian then felt some trouble; if everything Xu Mitian said was true, then tomorrow when passing through Peak Forest Gorge they would inevitably face a fierce battle. If these people aren't ordinary bandits, who are they targeting? Is it to assassinate the princess or to deal with him? Logically, this is still within Dakang territory—who would have such audacity? He reached out his arm and actually hooked it around Xu Mitian's neck.

The cold light in Xu Mitian's eyes flared; Hu Xiaotian felt a chill envelop his whole body. Out of instinct, he moved closer to her. Xu Mitian sensed he seemed about to stir, her fingers involuntarily tightened, digging into his flesh. She threatened, "If you dare move again, I'll make you wish for life but unable to die."

Hu Xiaotian grinned cheekily, "I'm naturally dishonest; since we're cooperating, we should still help each other—can't you just take whenever you want and treat me like a cow? Use and milk as you please?"

"You..."

Although Xu Mitian is a formidable female demon who roams the world, making people tremble at her name, she has never encountered someone as lazy as Hu Xiaotian before; if it were the past, she could have killed him with a single palm, but now she wants to achieve the Myriad Poison Spiritual Body and must rely on Hu Xiaotian's help—truly a case of "setting a trap for a rat but fearing to break the vase"; she really has little choice but to use Hu Xiaotian.

Hu Xiaotian had indeed seen Xu Mitian's weakness; otherwise he wouldn't dare be so bold.

Xu Mitian hesitated slightly; this guy's right hand actually slipped into her clothing and grabbed a vital point. Xu Mitian's body tremved, a fierce light flashed in her eyes, she exerted force suddenly, almost choking Hu Xiaotian to the point of suffocation—his eyes rolled up, yet the corner of his mouth still bore a strange smile.

Seeing his state, Xu Mitian couldn't help but relax her grip; if she really strangled him to death, all her prior efforts would be wasted.

Hu Xiaotian caught his breath; the first thing he did was actually press his lips to hers. Xu Mitian glared at him, then suddenly opened her mouth and bit his lips, mercilessly—she really bit, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Yet her violent act didn't make the lecherous Hu Xiaotian back off; instead it sparked his fearless courage. His left hand also reached out, grabbing another vital point on her chest. He felt delighted to the extreme—under heaven, only he dared to do such a thing to Xu Mitian.

Xu Mitian felt the salty blood from the corner of Hu Xiaotian's lips flow into her mouth, then loosened her teeth. Hu Xiaotian, however, pressed his advantage, flipped over to press her beneath him, and said softly, "Tonight I'm quite interested; why don't we practice our cultivation?"

"No interest..." Xu Mitian herself couldn't have imagined saying that, but before she finished speaking, her lips were blocked by him. She felt he began to wantonly molest her; although her current cultivation had not recovered to even thirty percent of its peak, dealing with someone like Hu Xiaotian, a minor figure, still required no effort.

Hu Xiaotian leaned to her ear and said, "Do you understand what mutual affection, the joy of fish and water, means? Although I don't know what strange cultivation you practice, this kind of art stresses coordination, quality over quantity—never mind you tormenting me five times in one night; even if you tormented me a hundred or a thousand times, it might not yield any progress." This guy tried to spread her legs, but felt only an iron plate; let alone inserting a leg, Xu Mitian's beautiful legs were sealed so tightly that not even a sharp blade could slip between them.

Xu Mitian gazed at him in the darkness; the fierce killing intent in her beautiful eyes had vanished. Hu Xiaotian's words struck her psychologically—although last night in the underground secret chamber, using the Nine Yang Blazing Heart Pill had made Hu Xiaotian unable to restrain himself, the whole process had been her using him as a furnace for cultivation; there was no real coordination. Although her cultivation had made some progress, it hadn't reached the effect she expected.

Hu Xiaotian is certainly no noble person; the gentlemanly principle of not taking advantage in darkness is something he scorns. Having been abused by Xu Mitian five times last night, his self-esteem suffered somewhat; a little revenge is therefore appropriate.

Xu Mitian had no idea what he was scheming; via voice transmission she asked, "Are you encountering some trouble?"

Hu Xiaotian said, "Of course I've run into trouble—I feel a surge of true qi rushing and colliding in my Dantian Qi Sea. Yesterday I helped you; today if you don't help me, I'm likely to die."

Xu Mitian was half‑believing, half‑doubting: "Really?"

Hu Xiaotian said, "Why would I lie to you? I've heard some arts require mind‑body unity to be effective; let's try—once you achieve the Myriad Poison Spiritual Body you can leave early, and thereafter we'll keep to our own wells and not trespass on each other's rivers."

Xu Mitian said nothing, but her body visibly softened. Hu Xiaotian's grasp of opportunity was unmatched; in the darkness he swiftly stripped the number one poison master under heaven of her clothes, and the two lay bare before each other. Although they had already shared many skin‑to‑skin encounters, this time it was a true cooperation in earnest.

The bonfire blazed; Zhan Peng led a group of warriors on vigilant patrol—no one imagined that at this very moment a silent great battle was being played out inside Hu Xiaotian's tent.

At the third watch, Hu Xiaotian emerged from the tent with disheveled hair and rumpled clothes, approached Zhan Peng, a little embarrassed, smiled and said, "Tonight I drank too much water; I keep feeling the urge to urinate."

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