The object held in the Black Dragon’s mouth on the palace ceiling seemed to be a Night-Shining Pearl, its light faint yet causing Shen Xin to feel momentarily dizzy.
Her heart trembled lightly, but what she wondered was: What exactly did this kind of “serving” entail?
Her gaze lowered, falling on her finger that was still tightly held by him. The fingertip he had gently bitten and sucked still felt as if it were burning.
In that instant, her cerebral cortex seemed struck by electricity, instantly going numb and blank.
Could it be that what he meant was… like how he had held her fingertip in his mouth, to hold…
That image suddenly popped into her mind. Shen Xin shuddered, swiftly pulling her hand from his grasp.
Flustered, she hid her hands behind her back, clenching them into fists, tightly squeezing her own fingertips. She looked at him with wide, disbelieving eyes, “You… how could you…”
His palm suddenly empty, Qin Weiji felt slightly displeased and snorted lightly, “What?”
Shen Xin bit her lip, not daring to look at him, turning her face away with reddened cheeks as she muttered softly, “Where did you learn all these shameless things?”
She now completely believed what Love Brain had said—this world had no innocence whatsoever. At any moment, his perverted nature might be exposed.
But he was clearly just a straight man who only knew how to cultivate. How did he end up knowing all this stuff?
Qin Weiji’s gaze rested on her flushed cheeks, then slowly moved to her equally crimson little ears. After pausing for a few moments, he suddenly curved his lips, “I never expected that Yao Yao still doesn’t understand The Way of Husband and Wife.”
He felt somewhat pleased—at least this proved that her previous lovers were useless, never having taught her The Way of Husband and Wife.
“What way?”
Shen Xin looked up in confusion, not understanding what this had to do with The Way of Husband and Wife.
But a book had already materialized in his palm. With a casual gesture, he tossed it to her.
Shen Xin caught it instinctively, then heard him say in a casual tone, “Study it well. You’ll be able to use it soon.”
After speaking, he turned and walked toward the Netherworld Palace. Shen Xin frowned and glanced at the book in her hand. On the cover were four large characters: The Way of Husband and Wife.
Shen Xin, “?”
Curious, she opened the book. The moment she clearly saw the contents, her cheeks burned even hotter.
Afraid she might get a sty, she hurriedly closed the book and looked up at the retreating figure ahead.
Gnashing her teeth, she really wanted to call him a pervert.
So, this Divine Lord usually secluded himself for cultivation, but in reality, he was secretly reading pornographic books!
At the same time, Qin Weiji, who had already walked a few steps away, turned back and said discontentedly, “Aren’t you coming over?”
Then, glancing at the book in her hand, he chuckled lightly, “I’ve already given you the book. You can read it anytime—no need to be in such a hurry right now.”
Shen Xin, “…”
She really wanted to smash the book on his head!
He was the one in a hurry!
But she gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and finally stored the book in her Divine Sense Space. Then, curving her eyes into a slight smile, she deliberately said, “Alright then, husband, will you read it with me when the time comes?”
Qin Weiji looked at her smile and replied with a casual “Mm,” then reached his hand out to her. His fingers curled slightly, his voice inexplicably lowering by a couple of notes, “Come here.”
Even though she had just called him a shameless pervert and felt so angry she wanted to hit him, now, seeing his outstretched hand, Shen Xin’s heartbeat suddenly grew erratic again.
She walked toward him, almost without thinking, and obediently placed her hand in his palm.
Only when he enveloped her hand in his did she suddenly come back to her senses, and then her heartbeat grew even more chaotic.
Shen Xin lowered her gaze, the little rabbit in her heart seemed to have gone out of control, occasionally wanting to bounce around?
Why?
Xiao Ai screamed frantically: [Why, of course it’s because of love!]
Shen Xin, “…”
Love?
She turned her head in confusion to look at Qin Weiji.
He was indeed very handsome, the kind of handsome you’d never tire of looking at.
Especially with his black hair tied high, his facial contours appeared sharper, the curve of his profile smooth, while the tear mole at the corner of his eye added a touch of softness.
Shen Xin even felt she could stare at this face forever without getting bored, even if she did nothing else.
But was this love?
Just as she hesitated, Qin Weiji looked ahead and spoke lightly, “I know you’re anxious, but don’t be too hasty. No matter how anxious you are, we still have to wait until we get the Netherworld Pearl.”
As he spoke, he glanced back at her, “After we get the Netherworld Pearl, I’ll accompany you to look.”
Shen Xin, “?”
She suddenly realized Qin Weiji had the potential to be a dog.
And she was certain she would never fall in love with a dog!
Shen Xin forced a stiff smile, “Let’s get the Netherworld Pearl first.”
As they spoke, the two had already stepped into the Netherworld Palace.
The Netherworld Palace was quite similar to the God of the Underworld Palace – both were very spacious with minimal furnishings.
Shen Xin frowned as she looked around. No wonder the God of the Underworld found life boring.
Looking at these places he lived in, she would find them boring too if she had to stay here.
In such a large space, even keeping a few more potted plants would be better than suffering over the withering of a single flower.
While she was lost in her thoughts, Qin Weiji was clearly very familiar with this place, and the restrictions in the God of the Underworld Palace had no effect on him.
After entering the palace, he took her through the void again, directly arriving at the third floor.
The third floor was even emptier, with nothing at all except for a black pearl floating in mid-air.
The pearl was about half the size of Shen Xin’s fist, so black it was transparent, allowing one to see water-like substances flowing inside.
Black light radiated out, making the entire third floor space appear even darker. This light spread from here to every corner of the Netherworld.
The inhabitants of the Netherworld all relied on it to nourish themselves.
Shen Xin asked curiously, “Is this the Netherworld Pearl?”
Qin Weiji hummed in acknowledgment. Shen Xin asked again, “Then, how do we take it?”
Qin Weiji didn’t speak, merely raised his hand, and the Netherworld Pearl obediently fell into his palm.
Effortlessly.
Shen Xin, “?”
She was stunned for a moment, looking at the pearl in his palm, utterly speechless. “Just like that?”
Qin Weiji stored the Netherworld Pearl in his space. “Otherwise?”
Shen Xin, “…”
Okay, you’re the Divine Lord, you’re awesome.
It was at this moment that the ground beneath her feet suddenly shook violently.
Shen Xin looked down, “Is it an earthquake?”
Qin Weiji remained calm as ever. “The Netherworld Palace is about to collapse.”
Shen Xin, “Ah?”
Qin Weiji led her out of the palace. “The Netherworld Palace was maintained by the divine power of the Netherworld Pearl. Without the pearl, it’s natural for it to collapse.”
As he finished speaking, the two stood outside the Netherworld Palace once more.
Yan Jun finally arrived in a hurry, having been thinking all along about how to stop the Divine Lord from taking the Netherworld Pearl. Little did he expect to only be able to watch helplessly as the three-story palace crumbled and collapsed, gradually turning to dust.
The Black Dragon circling above the palace let out a long roar, like a lament. As the palace collapsed, its form gradually faded until it completely disappeared.
The moment the power of the Netherworld Pearl vanished, the entire Netherworld was stirred into commotion, and the disturbance from the Netherworld Palace particularly alarmed the inhabitants of the Netherworld City.
Above the Netherworld, various energies surged as countless forces swiftly converged toward the area.
Yan Jun’s mind went blank, and he cried out in despair, “Divine Lord, you…”
Without further explanation, Qin Weiji handed him an object. “Place this in the God of the Underworld Palace. It can substitute for the Netherworld Pearl for ten thousand years and preserve the God of the Underworld Core Essence.”
Yan Jun took it in a daze—it was a silver scale, and its formidable power was palpable upon touch, though he couldn’t discern its origin.
Before others arrived, Qin Weiji instructed Yan Jun, “The Divine Maiden and I were never at the Netherworld Palace today. Understand?”
Yan Jun paused briefly, glancing at Shen Xin.
Shen Xin curved her lips into a smile and reminded him, “Those who came were from the Snowy Forest Demon Realm.”
Yan Jun instantly understood.
Clearly, they intended to frame the Demon Clan for today’s events.
His gaze flickered as he tightened his grip on the scale. “This humble immortal understands.”
Qin Weiji nodded. “The Divine Maiden and I will depart first. When the Four Directional Ghost Kings arrive, guide them to the God of the Underworld Palace for an audience.”
With that, before others reached the God of the Underworld Palace, he took Shen Xin and vanished into the void.
Yan Jun pressed his lips together firmly, carefully examining the scale in his hand. It seemed to resemble…
A Kun Peng scale.
His eyes widened in shock, and he hurriedly stored the scale safely in his spatial storage.
Just as he finished, four exceptionally gloomy auras descended beside him.
Yan Jun swallowed nervously, looked up at the four Ghost Kings with their distinctively ghastly and fearsome appearances, and cleared his throat. “This humble immortal greets the Four Directional Ghost Kings.”
Zhong Gui Wang’s eyes bulged like bronze bells, fixed intently on the now-empty spot where the Netherworld Palace had stood. “What happened? Why has the Netherworld Palace collapsed? Where is the Netherworld Pearl?”
Chi Gui Wang roared with a voice like thunder, “Who dares to be so bold as to break into the Netherworld and steal the Netherworld Pearl?”
Yu Gui Wang grabbed Yan Jun by the collar. “Speak! What happened? Who took the Netherworld Pearl?”
Only Shen Gui Wang remained relatively calm. “Earlier, it was reported that members of the Demon Clan came to the Netherworld City. Could it be the Demon Clan?”
Yan Jun, still held by Yu Gui Wang, quickly nodded. “This humble immortal also just arrived and indeed sensed the aura of the Demon Clan.”
Yu Gui Wang scrutinized him for a moment before releasing him.
“The Demon Clan goes too far!”
Chi Gui Wang gnashed his teeth, his roar shaking the entire Netherworld City and causing other investigating ghost immortals to instinctively retreat.
“I will go to the Demon Clan now. Even if I have to trample the Snowy Forest, I will reclaim the Netherworld Pearl!”
Yan Jun hurriedly advised, “Ghost King, please calm down. In this humble immortal’s view, there are still mysteries surrounding this matter that require careful deliberation.”
His eyes shifted uncertainly. “Perhaps it would be best to first consult with the God of the Underworld Master before deciding?”
Shen Gui Wang frowned. “With such a major event occurring, why is there no sign of the God of the Underworld?”
Then, turning to Yan Jun, he added, “I also heard that the seal of the Gates of Hell opened without reason earlier, and Yin Fiends attempted to escape the Netherworld?”
Yan Jun’s eyelid twitched. “Yes, that is a long story. At the time, this humble immortal had already sent someone to seek the Ghost Kings’ assistance in the Netherworld City, but unexpectedly, the God of the Underworld arrived in time and resealed the Yin Fiends.”
The Four Directional Ghost Kings exchanged glances—this meant the God of the Underworld was currently in the Netherworld.
“To the God of the Underworld Palace!”
The most hot-tempered Chi Gui Wang flicked his sleeve. “I want to see what our God of the Underworld Master is doing, allowing the Netherworld Pearl to be stolen!”
After speaking, the four figures transformed into dark shadows and headed toward the God of the Underworld Palace.
Yan Jun wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead. What else could the God of the Underworld Master do but become an accomplice to robbers?
He shook his head and sighed, resigning himself to following them once again. “Esteemed Ghost Kings, please wait for this humble immortal…”
Qin Weiji moved swiftly, almost in the blink of an eye, he had already brought Shen Xin back to the God of the Underworld Palace.
Shen Xin calculated Yan Jun’s speed and estimated it would take at least another ten minutes or so for them to arrive.
Just as she was wondering what to do now, Qin Weiji pulled her down to sit on the chair, naturally encircling her in his arms as he spread his palm open toward her. “The book.”
Shen Xin stared blankly at his palm for a moment. “What…”
As soon as she spoke, she remembered.
He was referring to the book he had given her earlier.
The roots of her ears began to burn again. Shen Xin avoided his gaze. “Should we read it now? But they should be arriving soon, right?”
Qin Weiji only said indifferently, “It’s enough time to read a few pages.”
After a pause, as if sensing Shen Xin’s hesitation, he suddenly expressed dissatisfaction. “Wasn’t it you who asked this lord to accompany you in reading it?”
Shen Xin, “…”
She had only said it casually! She never expected him to be so determined—saying he would accompany her meant he really would.
Shen Xin’s eyelashes fluttered nervously, but facing his displeased expression, she didn’t know how to argue back. After all, she was the one who had said those words.
She took a deep breath, retrieved the book from her spatial storage, and placed it in his hand. “You turn the pages.”
At worst, she could just close her eyes and not look.
Sitting sideways on Qin Weiji’s lap, with his arm wrapped around her, he slowly turned to the first page right in front of her.
Shen Xin squeezed her eyes shut tightly.
But she had already seen this page before—she knew exactly what was on it.
A man sitting with his robes half-open, a woman kneeling before him…
Clearly, it was the exact pose he had earlier ‘threatened’ her to serve him in.
What’s more, the illustration was drawn with such vivid realism that even after just one glance, the image had already imprinted itself in her mind, impossible to shake off.
Gradually, the man and woman in the illustration seemed to transform into her and Qin Weiji.
As such images surfaced, even the arm wrapped around her waist began to feel scalding.
Sitting on his lap, Shen Xin felt as if she were perched on a blazing furnace, certain she was about to melt from the heat.
She desperately wanted to get up and escape. The moment she shifted slightly, his arm tightened around her, and his voice, low and husky, fell by her ear. “Stop fidgeting. Focus on reading.”
Shen Xin bit her lip, bowing her head with eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.
Then, she heard the soft rustle of a page being slowly turned. The world grew so quiet that only his breathing remained, drawing closer and closer to her ear.
Her heartbeat quickened until his lips brushed against the shell of her ear, and she heard him murmur softly, “Does Yao Yao prefer the first page, or this one?”
Shen Xin’s breath hitched. Unable to resist, she opened her eyes, and the image on the page filled her vision.
It was similar to the previous page, but the positions of the man and woman seemed reversed…
It was utterly unbearable to look at.
Shen Xin’s breath completely stalled. As if her eyelids had been scalded, she hurriedly shut her eyes again.
Meanwhile, his thin lips, still pressed against her ear, slowly traced along its curve. His breath brushed against her ear and cheek; she could hear his breathing, even the faint sound of his throat swallowing.
Shen Xin couldn’t help but turn her head aside, yet this movement only made it easier for him to kiss her ear and neck. His thin lips slowly wandered from her earlobe to her neck, giving a gentle suck.
“Husband~”
Shen Xin trembled lightly, wanting to push him away but lacking strength, her voice soft and weak.
Qin Weiji slowly kissed his way back to her ear, gently taking her jade-like earlobe between his lips, slowly kneading it as he whispered: “I used to think this so-called Way of Husband and Wife was filthy and disgusting.”
Shen Xin very much wanted to nod – yes, she felt the same way.
But before she could agree, he gently nibbled her earlobe and chuckled, “But just now, when I imagined the woman in the painting as Yao Yao, I discovered… I rather want to try letting Yao Yao…”
Shen Xin’s ears were already burning fiercely. He pinched her chin, making her turn to face him, then lowered his head until his lips met the corner of her mouth.
He kissed her gently, just like at the beginning, merely sucking on her lips. But then Shen Xin heard him add two very soft words.
He said: “Suck~”
Shen Xin’s heart skipped a beat, then began pounding wildly.