Chapter 228: Xia Yurou Is Unhappy

Jiangnan lowered his voice and asked, his eyes showing a hint of surprise.

They're currently practicing their inner work; disturbing them could cause a serious accident!

In response to Jiangnan's question, Xia Yurou simply took a deep breath and forced a smile onto her face.

"I wish you to become a Nascent Soul!"

Before the words fell, Xia Yurou's palm surged with force and pushed forward.

Unprepared, Jiangnan staggered and knocked Feng Ying straight to the ground.

Before the two could react, a light voice floated down from above.

"This time I'll spare Feng Ying; I'll stand guard outside."

"Before you break through to the Nascent Soul, no one may disturb you!"

Having said that, Xia Yurou's figure flashed and vanished into the cave.

Inside the cave, Feng Ying, pressed beneath, let out a coquettish whimper, her cheeks flushing as if about to bleed.

Jiangnan was also dazed; before he could figure out the situation, Xia Yurou's sudden push left him at a loss.

"Jiangnan, you…"

Feng Ying struggled to rise, but found Jiangnan's body pressing down like an iron tower, immobilizing her.

Feeling the soft contact beneath him, the demonic fire in Jiangnan's body roiled again.

He took a deep breath, strained to suppress the desire in his heart, and rasped.

"Ying'er, I…"

"Don't speak…"

But just as he finished, Feng Ying's voice came again.

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's, trembling unmistakably.

Their gazes met, and both of their breaths quickened.

Feng Ying's eyes were full of shyness and panic, while Jiangnan's were filled with desire and struggle.

The next moment, Jiangnan could no longer control himself, lowered his head and pressed his lips to Feng Ying's.

Feng Ying's body jolted, then she closed her eyes, her hands tightly clasping Jiangnan's neck.

Within the cave, a seductive atmosphere spread.

……

Xia Yurou squatted at the cave entrance, idly pulling at some nameless grass on the ground.

Her little lips were pursed so high they could hold an oil bottle.

Remembering the mess she made yesterday, she wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground.

It's been a whole day and night!

Those two aren't done yet?

Jiangnan, that kid, really is a beast of burden!

Even more restless than a beast!

She was muttering under her breath when a faint sound finally came from the cave.

Xia Yurou instantly perked up, turned her head, and saw Jiangnan and Feng Ying walking out side by side.

Jiangnan wore an embarrassed expression, his face full of the three big characters "I was wrong".

Feng Ying was different; a faint blush colored her face, and in the flicker of her eyes, spring passion rippled.

Only…

Her walking posture seemed a bit odd?

Xia Yurou's gaze followed down Feng Ying's body, and then…

She noticed a conspicuous spot.

Feng Ying's collar at her chest seemed a bit disheveled, especially the two soft lumps that quivered with her steps, clearly much larger than before.

Being a woman herself, Xia Yurou instantly understood.

Good grief, Jiangnan ripped her underwear apart? So impatient?

Her gaze at Jiangnan instantly filled with contempt.

"Beast!"

Jiangnan, already a bit embarrassed, was suddenly dumbfounded.

What's happening, getting scolded right after coming out?

"Huh?"

"What the heck! Look at the mess you made!"

Xia Yurou pointed at Feng Ying's chest and said, bitterly.

"Can you mind your image? You're a cultivator after all, why look like a lustful beast?"

Only then did Jiangnan notice Feng Ying's oddity, his face flushed, and he stammered, unable to speak.

Feng Ying, seeing this, quickly tugged at her collar and glared at Jiangnan scoldingly.

"It's all your fault!"

Jiangnan became even more embarrassed, wishing he could crawl into a crack.

Watching the two fidget, Xia Yurou rolled her eyes and huffed irritably.

"Enough, enough, stop playing the tragic drama here."

"I can see it now, you two are lovers, one willing to strike, the other willing to take."

"As for me, I'm just the extra one."

Hearing this, Feng Ying's face turned even redder.

Bearing the discomfort in her lower limbs, she stepped forward two steps, gently tugged the other's sleeve, and whispered.

"Sister Xia Yurou, don't say that…"

But before she could finish, Xia Yurou waved her hand and cut her off.

"Enough, I'm not blind."

"Let's get to the point; both you and I have sacrificed so much."

"Jiangnan should have reached the Nascent Soul Realm by now, right?"

Speaking seriously, Jiangnan tucked away his awkward expression and hurriedly nodded.

"Got it, thanks to Feng Ying, I'm already in the early Nascent Soul stage."

As he said so, he circulated his spiritual energy, gently emitting a wisp of aura.

Though the aura was faint, it carried a heart‑pounding pressure that made Xia Yurou involuntarily step back.

She steadied herself, carefully feeling the power, and her complexion improved a bit.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad; finally my efforts weren't in vain."

"Speaking of that, how does this feeling… taste?"

She said, giving Feng Ying a flirtatious glance, her face full of ambiguity.

That little expression made Feng Ying so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a crack, and Jiangnan awkwardly coughed twice.

"Xia Yurou, don't…"

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you any more."

Xia Yurou, seeing the mood settle, walked to a big tree and lazily leaned against it.

"What do you plan to do next?"

"Do we go straight to use the Zhengyang Realm to suppress the Black Fog, or make other plans?"

Jiangnan scratched his head, chuckled, and somewhat sheepishly admitted.

"Hmm, this time my advancement relies mainly on Zhengyang Sect's supreme Dual Cultivation Technique."

"This technique is a bit unique, so my aura isn't pretentious at all; we can go straight into action."

Feng Ying's cheeks instantly turned redder than a ripe apple.

However, she also gently nodded; as a direct disciple of Zhengyang Sect, her understanding of the Yin‑Yang Harmony Technique is naturally deeper.

Jiangnan was right; this technique is indeed domineering and effective, it's just…

…embarrassingly so.

She stole a glance at Jiangnan, then quickly lowered her head, her heart pounding wildly.

Xia Yurou, however, had no such reservations and waved her hand directly.

"Fine then, something that even Miss Feng is willing to risk her life to resolve cannot be delayed any longer."

"But…"

At this point she paused, then showed a sly smile.

"Since you both have cultivated the Yin‑Yang Harmony Technique so well, why not…"

"Strive to break through to the Transformation Divine Realm soon; then dealing with that Black Fog will be easier."

Jiangnan and Feng Ying exchanged a glance, each seeing helplessness in the other's eyes.

This time Xia Yurou was truly wronged.

She really doesn't miss any chance to tease them.

"Alright, alright, let's set off right away."

Jiangnan helplessly shook his head and was the first to walk toward the Black Fog.

Feng Ying followed closely, and before leaving she gave Xia Yurou a light glare, as if protesting her earlier teasing.