Chapter 1227

"In my whole life, I've only ever chosen you, Brother Ximen Wudi."

The two chatted for hours before Ximen Wudi escorted Ouyang Xiaoqian to her so-called best friend, Xia Tong.

Before leaving, Ximen Wudi told Ouyang Xiaoqian that if she needed him, she should call him anytime—he'd come immediately.

Back at his rented apartment, Ximen Wudi took a shower, got into bed, and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

His mind was filled entirely with images of Xia Tong.

Ximen Wudi had never been in love, let alone experienced his first romantic relationship; deep inside, he felt profound gratitude toward Xia Tong.

He had been waiting, hoping for the day Xia Tong would return to him.

Ximen Wudi knew that the day he saved Xia Tong must have left a deep impression on her—perhaps she had already grown unable to let him go.

Ximen Wudi didn't seek any title or status, but he hoped Xia Tong wouldn't leave him.

"What are you doing, Xia Tong?" Just then, the phone rang abruptly.

Ximen Wudi sat up quickly and answered the call.

"Hello, Xia Tong," Ximen Wudi said, voice trembling with excitement.

"Ximen Wudi, I'm in Nanshan City right now—where are you?" Xia Tong's soft voice drifted gently through the line.

"I… I'm in Xichuan Province," Ximen Wudi said, stunned—Xia Tong had actually come to Nanshan?

"Hehe, I'm also in Xichuan Province—we made plans, remember? Are you free today?" Xia Tong's shy voice came again.

"Yes! Of course I am!" Ximen Wudi said at once.

"Okay, I'll book my flight now—I'll arrive in Xichuan around 7 p. m. Let's go shopping together."

"Alright, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up, Ximen Wudi jumped out of bed, got ready, and rushed to the airport.

More than an hour later, Xia Tong's flight landed at Nanshan International Airport.

Ximen Wudi carried his luggage, searching for Xia Tong, when suddenly he spotted a familiar, stunning figure in the distance.

Xia Tong stood by the exit, backpack on her shoulders, as if scanning the crowd.

Ximen Wudi quickened his steps and walked over in a few strides.

"Xia Tong."

"Ximen Wudi? It's really you!" Seeing Ximen Wudi, Xia Tong burst into tears and rushed into his arms.

"Xia Tong, you've lost weight," Ximen Wudi held her tightly, heart aching.

"I don't care about being thin," Xia Tong laughed through her tears.

"Let's go home," Ximen Wudi took Xia Tong's hand and headed toward their rented apartment.

Back in the apartment, Xia Tong walked silently into the bathroom and emerged moments later wrapped in a towel.

"Xia Tong, what are you…?" Ximen Wudi stared at her, puzzled.

"Brother Ximen Wudi, I want to give myself to you completely," Xia Tong said, blushing deeply.

"Uh…" Ximen Wudi was utterly stunned—he never imagined Xia Tong would be so forward, not even saying a word before pushing him down.

In this situation, could Ximen Wudi possibly refuse?

"Xia Tong…" Ximen Wudi had barely spoken two words when Xia Tong rose on her toes and kissed his lips.

Boom!

As if struck by immense stimulation, Ximen Wudi froze, his head ringing loudly.

It took him two full minutes to come to his senses.

1030's inner demonic fire

"Xia Tong, I…"

Ximen Wudi had barely opened his mouth when Xia Tong silenced him with another kiss.

Instantly, Ximen Wudi's blood boiled.

An uncontrollable desire surged from his dantian, sweeping through his entire body.

What was happening? Had he lost control of his inner demonic fire again?

Ximen Wudi felt urgent anxiety inside—he knew Xia Tong was as beautiful as a celestial being, but he truly didn't want to hurt her; his conscience wouldn't allow it.

Ximen Wudi immediately activated the Nine Cauldrons Divine Cultivation Scripture, suppressing his agitated emotions, and slowly pushed Xia Tong away.

"Xia Tong, I can't do this," Ximen Wudi forced himself to calm down, speaking in a solemn tone.

"Why? Brother Ximen Wudi, are you afraid I'm lying to you? Don't worry—I keep my word," Xia Tong said firmly.

"No, that's not it," Ximen Wudi sighed helplessly.

"I'm just afraid that if we do this, you'll ruin your purity because of me."

Hearing Ximen Wudi's words, Xia Tong first froze, then burst into laughter.

"Fool," Xia Tong reached out a delicate finger and gently stroked Ximen Wudi's cheek.

"Brother Ximen Wudi, we've already done this once—you forgot? My first time was yours."

"What?" Ximen Wudi's eyes flew open in utter shock as he stared at Xia Tong.

"Oh, you're so annoying," Xia Tong pouted, seeing his dazed expression, then flung herself into his arms and pummeled his chest playfully.

"I… I see now," Ximen Wudi suddenly understood—no wonder Xia Tong had always said they'd shared skin-deep intimacy; it was because of that.

Now that he understood, Ximen Wudi felt joy, guilt, and above all, exhilaration.

It was all like a dream—he never imagined one night of passion would bring him a beautiful wife!

Moreover, after more than two years, he had finally seen the clouds part and the moon appear.

"Brother Ximen Wudi, why are you still standing there? Turn off the light—I… I want to be with you…" Xia Tong whispered shyly, her eyes half-closed into crescent moons, utterly enchanting.

"Got it!" Ximen Wudi said nothing more, and with a loud bang, turned off the bedroom light.

Xia Tong let out a soft moan and buried her head into Ximen Wudi's embrace.

In the darkness, Xia Tong clung tightly to Ximen Wudi, eyes closed, feeling his broad, thick chest and the intense masculine scent, her heart suddenly racing.

Ximen Wudi's palm rubbed against Xia Tong's smooth, tender back, his breathing gradually growing coarse and heavy, the heat within his body growing ever stronger, even his soul trembling without cease.

Just as Ximen Wudi was about to lose control, he suddenly felt a numbness at his waist, and a strange sensation spread through his entire body along his tailbone.

Ximen Wudi froze, lowered his head to look, and saw on Xia Tong's snow-white neck a talisman gleaming with a pale golden light.

"This is..." Ximen Wudi raised his brows, suddenly recalling that he had once seen it in the *Medical Canon*—this talisman was an extremely Gao Jie spell.

Ximen Wudi raised a hand and pressed down on the talisman on Xia Tong's neck; then, a chaotic yin-yang fish appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Brother Ximen Wudi, what are you doing?" Feeling the terrifying power in Ximen Wudi's palm, Xia Tong was instantly terrified.

Ximen Wudi, however, Meiyouli Society her, and a wisp of his primordial spirit probed into Xia Tong's body.

"Fine, you bid two million, then I'll bid two million."

"Uh..." Ximen Wudi scratched his head helplessly, then said: "How about this, how about this—two million five hundred thousand? From Professor Chen's stance, I'm afraid he's determined to get it."

"Hahaha, you really do understand me." Hearing Ximen Wudi name the price of two million five hundred thousand, Professor Chen couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh.

"Don't worry, I won't take a single cent's advantage of you. For this lingzhi, I'm bidding two million five hundred thousand. If you don't believe me, just shout again!"

"Are you sure you want to fight me for it?" Ximen Wudi asked provocatively.

"Nonsense, I'm bidding two million five hundred thousand!" Professor Chen said through gritted teeth.

"Since that's the case, then I'll bid three million. I wonder if Professor Chen dares to keep raising it?"

"Hiss—" Hearing Ximen Wudi's bid, Yang Fu and Yang Mu were startled.

"Xiaohai, where did you get so much money? This, what are we going to do?" Yang Mu was frantic.

She had assumed her son's classmate was just an ordinary office worker; she never expected him to suddenly shout out a bid of several million, which caught her completely off guard.

"Dad, Mom, you don't need to worry about it—leave it to me!" Ximen Wudi comforted Yang Fu and Yang Mu, though a murderous intent had already stirred in his heart.

This trip to Golden Ox Town was mainly to visit Yang Qingshan's parents, and along the way to look around and see if there were any herbs like lingzhi or thousand-year ginseng. He hadn't expected to run into this kind of bully who picked on honest folk—uncle could endure, but aunt absolutely could not. This grudge had to be avenged on behalf of Yang Qingshan!

"Good!" Yang Fu nodded, then took a long look at Ximen Wudi, turned, and left.

Only then did Ximen Wudi turn his gaze to Professor Chen, his expression stern as he said: "Professor Chen, I'll ask you one last question—are you really going to oppose me?"

"Hmph, what if I do oppose you!" Professor Chen retorted without the slightest fear.

"Then you just wait to die!" Ximen Wudi finished speaking, immediately took out his phone, and Zhou Botong Chen Jianye's number.

"Boss Lin, what are your orders?" Chen Jianye was lying in a hospital bed recuperating from his injuries; a young nurse nearby brought over a meal and gently fed Chen Jianye as he ate.