Chapter 201 A Night of Passion
"Qingxue, Shi... Shichen really is..." Xiaoyao Lang tried to push her away again, increasing the force in his hand. Unexpectedly, Yi Qingxue was also flustered by the resistance and instinctively struggled. In the push and pull, their lips pressed firmly together!
The moment their lips met, it felt as if a subtle electric current surged through their entire bodies. Yi Qingxue breathed slightly, looking at Xiaoyao Lang's chest heaving violently, her eyes glistening with tears, and whispered, "Your body... it's reacting like this, what are you still holding back for?"
Her words carried a hint of grievance and a hint of determination, "If you don't take care of me in this life, who else do you want to give me to?!" After saying that, without waiting for his response, she once again took the initiative and kissed his lips with a touch of awkwardness!
These words were like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the possessiveness and protectiveness that had been suppressed in Xiaoyao Lang's heart for so long! All reason and restraint collapsed at this moment. His throat moved, and his arms tightened suddenly, holding that slender waist firmly in his arms, responding to that shy yet passionate kiss without hesitation.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, their breaths mingled, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise suddenly. Overwhelmed by passion, Xiaoyao Lang suddenly rolled over, gently but irresistibly pressing the petite body in his arms beneath him.
One hand eagerly explored the graceful curves, feeling the delicate warmth of the girl's skin; the other hand, trembling slightly, untied the ribbon of her light green dress. As the garments slipped off one by one, it was like peeling back the most precious gift, revealing the fair, jade-like skin beneath.
The candlelight shone through the thin gauze curtains, vaguely illuminating two figures intertwined. Soft breaths and suppressed moans mingled together, like a seductive nocturne, gently echoing in the silent room… After an unknown amount of time, a soft cry of pain and fragility rang out.
Xiaoyao Lang paused, looking up to see Yi Qingxue's delicate brows furrowed, her eyes glistening with tears, gazing at him pitifully. That sight instantly tugged at his heartstrings! He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging desire, and tenderly pulled her into his arms, gently kissing away the moisture from the corners of her eyes.
The girl's tense body gradually relaxed, and she nestled against his broad chest. Soon, even and soft breathing could be heard.
Xiaoyao Lang held the person in his arms, listening to her steady breathing and feeling her warm body temperature, a feeling of unprecedented satisfaction and tenderness welling up in his heart. The candlelight flickered, illuminating the quiet and tender moment inside the tent.
Outside the Mountain and Water City of Dongyue Shenzhou, Murong Hanchan personally led an army of 30,000 men, arrayed solemnly beneath the city gates, completely blocking their way. Inside the city, the city lord, Xue Huai Ren, was urgently mobilizing troops and reporting the military situation—three reinforcements, totaling 80,000 men, were rushing towards Mountain and Water City day and night.
To prevent a bloody battle, Chu Xianzhi entered the city alone, confronted Xue Huai Ren, and persuaded him to surrender.
"Sir, are you perhaps joking?" Xue Huai-ren, seated high in the city lord's seat, spoke in a booming voice, "I, Xue, command 120,000 heavily armed troops, while you have only 30,000 men. To surrender before even fighting? Isn't that the biggest joke in the world!"
Chu Xianzhi bowed and calmly replied, "What you said about the disparity in troop strength is indeed true. However, my sect leader, Murong Hanchan, possesses unparalleled martial arts skills. Taking the head of a general amidst ten thousand troops is as easy as turning one's hand. If you insist on resisting, she will personally ascend the city wall in three days, and it will surely be a bloody battle. I urge you to reconsider."
"Hmph!" Wang Jian slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his thick eyebrows raised. "How could there be any cowards in Shanshui City who fear death! Even if you are the best in the world, so what? If you want to take this city, you must first step over the corpses of my 100,000 soldiers!"
Chu Xianzhi ignored him and continued to Xue Huai Ren, "I have a question that I would like to ask the city lord."
Xue Huai-ren leaned forward slightly, "Please speak freely, sir."
Chu Xian knew: "Shanshui City is prosperous and abundant, and its city lord governs well, so the people live in peace and contentment. But look at Baiyun City, which has suffered from repeated wars, its people are impoverished, and there are corpses of the starving on the roads. Its city lord holds a powerful army, yet he does not think of saving the world. How is he any different from those who poison the lives of the people?"
Xue Huai-ren's eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "Since you have asked this question, I would like to hear your insightful opinion."
Chu Xianzhi turned around, bowed solemnly towards the direction of Murong Hanchan's camp in the east, and said in a clear voice: "Our leader is a man of great righteousness. Having personally witnessed the suffering of the people from war, he raised an army to punish injustice and intend to pacify the entire Southern Ocean and end this chaotic world! If the city lord truly cares for the people of the world, then he should follow the will of Heaven, lend a helping hand to our leader, and work together to create a peaceful and prosperous world!"
Zhao Kuo, who was over fifty years old, stood up and said sarcastically, "Sir, you keep talking about the people of the world and the unification of the four seas. Then may I ask you, sir, after the world is unified, will this country belong to the Murong family or the Xue family? It can't possibly belong to the Chu family!" After speaking, he sat down arrogantly.
"Hahaha..." Zhao Kuo's last sarcastic remark drew laughter from the entire room, and the atmosphere became somewhat strange for a moment.
Chu Xianzhi remained calm and composed, taking two graceful steps forward with a faint smile on his face: "My lord is a cultivator, utterly unconcerned with worldly power and position! As for who will ultimately rule after the vast land is unified and at peace? I believe the answer lies not in our words, but in the hearts of the people! The will of the people is the destiny of Heaven!" He then bowed deeply to Xue Huai Ren, "That's all I have to say. I hope the city lord will make a wise decision. Farewell."
"This..." "Extremely arrogant!" "We swear to fight to the death!" The generals watched Chu Xianzhi's departing figure with indignation.
Xue Huai Ren sighed deeply, looked around at everyone, and solemnly said, "Everyone, please disperse. A great battle is imminent. I hope you will all set an example and defend Shanshui City together!"
Everyone stood up and replied in unison, "Yes, sir!"
Xue Huai-ren returned to his study, pacing back and forth, his brow furrowed in worry, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes sighing.
Upon hearing that Murong Hanchan's army was at the city gates, Xue Qingrou rode swiftly to the city lord's mansion. Seeing her brother so anxious, she couldn't bear it and softly asked, "Brother, are you worried about the siege?" As she spoke, she poured tea for him.
“Yes,” Xue Huai-ren took the teacup, “what was bound to happen has finally arrived. Shanshui City has enjoyed sixty years of peace, but now the storm has come…”
Xue Qingrou looked up at her brother and said slowly, "I have a humble opinion on this matter, but I don't know if I should speak of it?"
Xue Huai-ren took a small sip of tea. "Speak freely."
Xue Qingrou stepped forward and said, "In my opinion, if I were to fight Murong Hanchan head-on, I would gain nothing regardless of the outcome."
Xue Huai frowned. "What do you mean?"
Xue Qingrou said, "If we lose, everything will be over; if we win, we will still have to face the threats from Baiyun City and Longyang City, and a fierce battle will be inevitable."
Xue Huai Ren nodded slightly, "It is indeed as you say. But my 100,000 elite troops surrendered to 30,000 without a fight... This is an insult that is hard to swallow!"
"Brother!" Xue Qingrou said earnestly, "Murong Hanchan is, after all, a woman, and moreover, a hermit cultivator. How much interest could she possibly have in the throne of the emperor? Why not go along with her wishes for now, and use her power to first eliminate those two major threats in Baiyun City and Longyang City? Once they've fought each other to the point of exhaustion, we can then devise a plan for the future and fight for supremacy again. Wouldn't that be better?"
A glint flashed in Xue Huai Ren's eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he finally made up his mind: "Fine! Let them fight first. We... will just sit back and watch the show."
Xue Qingrou smiled sweetly, "Since elder brother has made his decision, younger sister is willing to act as an envoy to show our sincerity."
Xue Huai-ren pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright! Then I'll trouble you, little sister."
"Brother, please rest assured, I will not fail you." Xue Qingrou bowed, turned around, and gracefully departed.
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