Slowly, Mu Qiu Ying released the restraints on Chen Juenian.
His range of movement expanded from a single bed to her room and his own—after all, the two rooms were now connected.
While Mu Qiu Ying was out, Chen Juenian, having just entered the Foundation Establishment Stage, looked inward to examine his body and understand his general condition.
It truly was only enough to break through to Foundation Establishment.
With his innate talent, forming a core in his Dantian was simply impossible.
Still, within his spiritual consciousness, there were many methods that might potentially solve this problem.
Exhaling a long, turbid breath, Chen Juenian withdrew from his meditative state.
The moment he opened his eyes, he met Mu Qiu Ying’s gaze.
“Has the Immortal found a solution?”
“Possibly.”
“If I become as powerful as my sister, I’ll definitely be able to help you, right?”
“That’s true in principle, Qiu Ying. But you should know this world can only have ten Great Emperors.”
Chen Juenian’s previous strength had clearly transcended the Great Emperor realm to an unknown level.
Setting aside his special case, the world’s providence only allowed ten individuals to become Emperors.
Unless a Great Emperor’s ten-thousand-year lifespan was exhausted, the only way to gain an opportunity to reach that realm was essentially to cripple or kill an existing Emperor.
“I know.”
Mu Qiu Ying pushed the cross-legged Chen Juenian down onto the bed.
Then, kneeling on the edge with her knees, she leaned over to look down at the man who fascinated her.
“In the past, the Immortal saved me countless times from danger. If becoming a Great Emperor means I can help you, then I don’t mind making that my goal.”
Before Chen Juenian could respond, Mu Qiu Ying kissed him, following what she’d read in books by extending her tongue.
Chen Juenian beneath her struggled incessantly, but Mu Qiu Ying pressing down on him gave him no chance at all.
He tried to speak, and Mu Qiu Ying bit his tongue.
The girl’s technique could only be described as disastrous—either suffocating him or causing pain.
Mu Qiu Ying was the classic type who seemed to want to swallow him whole.
Half an hour passed like this before Chen Juenian, his mouth full of the taste of blood, was finally released.
His tongue, which Mu Qiu Ying had drawn into her mouth, was bitten in several places.
And yet, this girl showed no reaction to the metallic taste.
“Qiu Ying, do you have to do this to be satisfied?”
“Yesss.”
“…”
“Since the Immortal is now in my hands, I naturally won’t waste such a perfect opportunity.”
Chen Juenian could only accept it.
At least later, he could still wait for Xuanyuan Jiong to come get him.
Having something to hope for was good.
In this regard, Mu Qiu Ying was more humane than Mu Chunxiang.
If it were Mu Chunxiang who had caught him, she would never have left him a way out.
Mu Qiu Ying stood up by the bedside.
Logically, she should have stopped now.
But her body didn’t want to.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from Chen Juenian lying on the bed, completely at her mercy.
That White-Haired Immortal from back then, who had patted her head and given her boundless fortune, the Immortal who had always watched over and helped her from the shadows—he was right here before her eyes.
How could she possibly be satisfied now?
As her heartbeat gradually quickened, Mu Qiu Ying leaned close again and, as if possessed, lifted Chen Juenian’s clothing, exposing his upper body entirely to her view.
“Qiu Ying, isn’t it over?”
Chen Juenian was already prepared to get up and go find medicine for his tongue, but then Mu Qiu Ying suddenly pounced again and tore off his clothes.
Although this girl could be crazy and violent during those times, she was very methodical.
After finishing, she would always give him time to rest.
“It’s not… not over…”
Mu Qiu Ying’s hands explored every corner of Chen Juenian’s upper body.
Finally, they came to rest on his lower abdomen.
“Immortal, will you blame me? For violating you, for doing so many disrespectful things, for being like my sister and seeing you as an object of forbidden imagination.”
Accompanying these words was a surge of killing intent emanating from Mu Qiu Ying.
That’s right, killing intent.
Chen Juenian, with the taste of blood still in his mouth, could sense it clearly.
It seemed he was facing another choice.
This time was different from within Mu Qiu Ying’s spiritual consciousness.
If he chose wrong here, there would be no chance to choose again.
“How could I possibly blame you, Qiu Ying? Human desires are inherently hard to suppress. Moreover, I truly do like you, Qiu Ying.”
“What do you like about me?”
“I like… you.”
Chen Juenian didn’t dare say that deep down, he actually saw Mu Qiu Ying as his own child and loved her as such.
If he had a certain level of strength, he would dare say it.
Not only would he dare say it, he’d dare push Mu Qiu Ying away and lecture her.
The problem was he currently had no strength.
He could only go along with what Mu Qiu Ying wanted to hear.
“I like you too, Immortal Brother—actually… from the very first time I saw you, I liked you.”
Her sister was right.
After meeting someone so dazzling, it was indeed hard to care about anything lesser.
So she hadn’t been cold before; she just hadn’t met the right person.
Mu Qiu Ying had never dared imagine she would one day say these words out loud.
But now, she had actually said them.
The dream she had as a child came true seven hundred years later.
“Mhm. Perhaps if we spend a little more time together, everything will fall into place naturally. Don’t you think so, Qiu Ying? I know you’ve always been very obedient…”
“No.”
Mu Qiu Ying erased the smile from her face and then, without mercy, tore away the last shred of Chen Juenian’s privacy.
“In a little more time, the Immortal will be gone. How can we talk about things falling into place naturally? Qiu Ying has already made immense concessions. I cannot concede any further.”
As she spoke, Mu Qiu Ying showed no mercy to herself either.
White silk and black cloth intertwined and scattered across the bed, declaring her current resolve.
“Although Qiu Ying doesn’t know for sure, I can guess. Doing this… can lead to a child, right?”
Chen Juenian, who had begun to feel a bit desperate, saw the direction Mu Qiu Ying was aiming.
That’s not right.
Is it?
“Don’t… Qiu Ying, I…”
Seeing Chen Juenian so tense, a somewhat triumphant smile appeared on Mu Qiu Ying’s face.
She had guessed correctly.
“Mmm…”
Frowning tightly, Mu Qiu Ying’s Tribulation Transcendence Stage body actually felt immense discomfort at this moment.
The books said it was like this for everyone, that it would be uncomfortable.
So it must be right.
“I want to have the Immortal’s child first… and then…”
Mu Qiu Ying’s movements were intermittent, and Chen Juenian wasn’t having an easy time either.
She knew how to torment a person.
Her body could take this, but Little Juenian couldn’t!
But thinking that by staying silent he could avoid everything Mu Qiu Ying was talking about possibly happening, he endured it.
An unknown amount of time later, as both of them suddenly froze simultaneously, this unforgettable event finally came to an end.
—
“Immortal, you really won’t blame me, will you?”
Forced to hold Mu Qiu Ying while sleeping, Chen Juenian heard these words.
Blame her?
Chen Juenian could never blame her.
“No.”
“Then… what name does the Immortal hope for that child?”
“…”
“If… by chance, there are two, then name them ‘Winter’ and ‘Summer.’ If there’s only one, then call them Chen Dongxia.”
“Alright.”
Chen Juenian suddenly realized this could only buy him a little time.
As for how to deal with a likely furious Mu Qiu Ying searching the world for him later, that would be a problem for his future self.
What’s done is done.
For now, sleep.