"What does this young lady think?"
"In Jianghu, I’m known as the Prison Director, fond of traveling and sightseeing, skilled at seizing opportunities, and my greatest hobby is sweeping sales in supermarkets..."
Chen Mo was dizzy and disoriented from the drug’s effects, having just been surrounded by fairies. His blood was almost boiling, and he spoke without thinking.
Yu Youhan was slightly stunned.
What nonsense is this guy spouting? Why can’t I understand a single word?
Seeing his flushed face and dazed eyes, she finally realized something was wrong.
She raised her hand to grab Chen Mo’s wrist and checked it slightly.
"True Yuan is chaotic, Qi-blood is boiling, and his consciousness is somewhat blurred..."
Yu Youhan suddenly snapped back to reality, her eyes sharp as she looked at Ling Ningzhi, "You actually dared to drug Chen Mo?!"
"Woo, woo, woo! (It wasn’t me!)"
Ling Ningzhi wanted to argue, but her Dao Power had been sealed, so she couldn’t speak and could only blink anxiously.
Yu Youhan’s plain dress fluttered without wind, her jade-green eyes filled with fierce killing intent.
"Out of regard for Chen Mo, I have tolerated you again and again, but you and your master have been getting bolder with your demands, seeking death!
Today I will take your life and then go to Fuyun Mountain to kill Ji Hongxiu!"
With that, she raised her delicate hand, pointing a jade finger at Ling Ningzhi’s forehead.
Despair flashed in Ling Ningzhi’s eyes; even her master wasn’t a match for Consort Yu, so what power did she have to resist?
Never thought she would die here today...
Yet at this moment, her heart was more filled with regret than fear.
"I haven’t seen my grandfather recover with my own eyes, haven’t repaid my master’s teaching grace, haven’t confessed my feelings to Mr. Chen..."
Ling Ningzhi’s eyes moved slightly, looking deeply at Chen Mo, filled with gentleness and longing, "I’m sorry, Mr. Chen, it’s the poor Daoist who broke the contract."
She then slowly closed her eyelids.
However, after waiting a moment, the finger didn’t land, and instead, a "thud" sound was heard.
Ling Ningzhi opened her eyes, stunned to see Yu Youhan tightly bound by a red ribbon, falling to the ground like a human-shaped dumpling.
The two of them stared wide-eyed at each other, the atmosphere a bit awkward.
At the same time, the Dao Power binding Ling Ningzhi dissipated, and she regained her freedom of movement.
She asked in puzzlement, "Empress, what are you doing...?"
Last time on the flying boat, the same thing happened.
It seems that any murderous intent towards women near Chen Mo would invoke the appearance of the red ribbon.
At this moment, all of her cultivation had vanished, leaving her at the mercy of others, the situation reversing instantly!
Ling Ningzhi looked slightly confused.
Although she didn’t understand why Consort Yu would bind herself, out of respect for the powerful, she dared not act rashly, carefully stepping past her to Chen Mo.
"Mr. Chen, are you alright?"
At this point, Chen Mo was on the verge of exploding, banging his head against the bedpost.
Dragon Yang Powder itself is harmless to the body, merely a stimulating drug, but without relief for a long time, the overload on his meridians could leave hidden injuries.
If his foundation were damaged, it would be serious trouble!
"It seems that method didn’t work at all..."
Ling Ningzhi bit her lip, hesitating for a long time, finally deciding.
She formed a spell with her hand, casting a Daoist Skill to isolate the surrounding sound.
Though unsure if it would work against Yu Youhan, it at least brought her some peace of mind.
Then slowly removed her underwear, wrapping her arms around Chen Mo’s waist, pressing her voluptuous body against his back.
Feeling the smooth and cool touch of her skin, Chen Mo’s body tensed slightly, a trace of clarity returning to his gaze.
He suppressed the restless fire in his heart, his voice squeezed through gritted teeth, "Daoist... you should leave first, I fear I won’t be able to control myself..."
"It’s alright, Mr. Chen, the poor Daoist was just a bit scared earlier."
Ling Ningzhi’s face blushed slightly, murmuring softly, "When signing the contract with you, the poor Daoist already belonged to you..."
Chen Mo hugged the bedpost, gritting his teeth to hold on.
Ling Ningzhi’s face was so thin, if not to help him relieve the drug’s effects, how could she act so proactively?
"The contract was clear, I will not force the Daoist into a relationship, you don’t need a psychological burden, neither Immortal Materials nor Spirit Fruit will be reduced..."
He wasn’t a saint, nor Liuxia Hui who remained calm while embracing women.
But just because of a piece of contract, he wouldn’t take her body against her will.
"Mr. Chen, you misunderstood..."
Ling Ningzhi thought for a moment, her slender hand waving gently, a golden contract paper appearing out of thin air.
Immersing her mind into it, the tiny characters moved like tadpoles, the line "no forcing of inappropriate relations" slowly disappearing.
—A signed Creation Gold Contract can be either annulled or have clauses erased if both parties agree, but new clauses cannot be added.
"As long as Mr. Chen infuses it with his mind, this previous agreement will be nullified, and you can do anything to the poor Daoist."
"The poor Daoist... is willing..."
Blush on her face, Ling Ningzhi whispered softly.
Looking at that glittering letter of admission, Chen Mo couldn’t help but be stunned.
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Before he could recover, a pair of soft hands enveloped the heat.
Something seemed to explode in Chen Mo’s mind.
The suppressed desires instantly swallowed his reason, turning sharply to pin Ling Ningzhi onto the bed.
His bloodshot eyes stared at her, like a hungry wolf greedily eyeing its prey.