Chapter 636 - 495: Ji Yunrou
The fragrance, elasticity, and coolness struck Lu Qian, and he instinctively pushed away with his hand.
His hands sank in, soft like clouds and snow, unbelievably elastic. Ji Yunrou shuddered as if struck by lightning, bit down on her red lips, and let out a low moan: "Ah..."
Lu Qian panicked, rapidly descending along the snow mountain, turning to arrive at the flat, smooth foothill.
This place was soft and delicate, like the finest jade, neither dry nor thin, possessing the perfect fullness, exuding a magnetic attraction.
The beautiful white snake saw Lu Qian’s bold movements, her gaze like a silent plea, swaying gracefully, her slender, jade-like hand pressing on Lu Qian.
Hiss—
Lu Qian glided and leapt along the graceful curves, landing steadily atop two snow slopes. However, the accumulated snow here had been compacted over time, firmer and more elastic than the fluffy mountain peaks.
"Lu Lang..." Ji Yunrou whispered breathlessly, "Your body is so hot."
One of her toes touched the ground, her long, perfect jade leg straightened tautly, while the other sleek and cool leg gently arched, hooking around Lu Qian’s waist, pulling heavily.
Lu Qian’s eyes widened in shock.
The snow toad blushed, the angry dragon roared, Ji Yunrou shuddered violently, her eyes nearly brimming with tears.
"...It’s even hotter here."
His Consciousness Collection fully activated, his Divine Sense surged, Lu Qian determined he had been ensnared by an exceptionally strong Charm Art, and immediately instinctively rolled, casting the Mirror Lake Secret Technique. He transformed his Sea of Consciousness into a thin mirror, a tranquil lake, suppressing all the allure, finally regaining a sliver of clarity.
Spiritual Power suddenly burst forth, barely propelling his irresistibly drawn body away.
Ji Yunrou let out a cry of pain, collapsing to the ground, and Lu Qian didn’t dare glance at her again, raising his hand, a cloud of mist covering Ji Yunrou’s body.
Feeling both embarrassed and annoyed, he turned away, channeling his breath, suppressing his desires, subduing his inner tiger, and lowering the dragon’s head.
"Lady Ji, you... please restrain yourself."
For a long while, there was no response, but suddenly he heard soft sobbing.
Lu Qian quickly turned around, seeing within the veiled mist, Ji Yunrou hugging her knees, her eyes red and silently weeping, tears falling one by one, hitting the snow-white jade.
Lu Qian’s body trembled, his heart instantly softened again, and he couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
This truly is a demonized being, it’s unlikely any man could remain unmoved facing such a trial.
He couldn’t help but speak gently: "Lady Ji, you have faced great difficulties, tracing back the source, it does relate somewhat to me. Both emotionally and logically, I indeed should help you..."
What Lu Qian meant was that Meng Chi True Monarch’s restoration of his cultivation was because he, along with Master Cangfeng and Ye Xiao, had jointly destroyed the remnants of the Destruction Celestial Monarch’s soul, vanquished his remaining Immortal Temple here, weakening his curse.
Meng Chi’s cultivation restoration prompted ambition, luring Ji Yunrou to deepen their fusion, thereby taking control of her body.
But to Ji Yunrou, it meant something else entirely.
Thus, the beautiful woman shrugged her shoulders, crying even louder: "Of course it’s all your fault... In the world, only you’re a true gentleman; I begged you for dual cultivation, yet you refused, leaving me no choice..."
"Now although Meng Chi is gone, the Secret Technique is broken, my cultivation has greatly declined, what should I do in the future..."
This was no exaggeration; the Snake Spirit Fusion Secret Technique was the foundation of her cultivation, now broken, Ji Yunrou’s cultivation had drastically lowered, once just a step from Foundation Establishment Perfection, now her Spiritual Pressure was only at Early-Stage Foundation Establishment.
"Now I have nothing left, my Divine Flood Dragon Sect is also gone, centuries of heritage destroyed by my hand..."
The beauty was crying like a pear blossom, stirring sympathy, yet her body quivered, an abundance not even concealed by mist.
Lu Qian could only stand awkwardly by, not daring to even say a word.
Ji Yunrou sobbed with resentment: "I’m not worthy to even catch Sect Leader Lu’s eye, right? Even as I offer myself, you refuse, only a nod from you, and I’d give the whole Divine Flood Dragon Sect as dowry, what’s there to lose..."
These words ultimately went too far, and Lu Qian instead shivered back to clarity, much of his guilt dissipating.
Almost lost himself there, almost fooled by this woman. This Lady Ji’s depth of cultivation is truly astonishing and terrifying; if I were a young and naive man, I’d surely be hooked beyond measure.
However, Lu Qian had his own assessment of what kind of person Ji Yunrou was. She appeared soft but was strong inside, with firm opinions, decisive in her actions, even ruthlessly so; cultivators of the Divine Flood Dragon Sect feared her like a tiger. If her cultivation were higher, she’d be an absolute force to be reckoned with.
Such a person would naturally put career and cultivation above all else. Lu Qian would never believe she would be someone driven by love.
One can imagine the allure, the desire, the admiration shown towards oneself, offering herself on a silver platter; these were merely tools at her disposal.
Was the obsession and affection she spoke of true? Which of her words were real, and which were false?
Lu Qian couldn’t distinguish, he could only politely decline, not daring to cross any boundaries, no matter how accommodating she appeared.
"I know, Lu Lang looks down on me for being a widow, thinks I’m not an untouched maiden..." Ji Yunrou was still sobbing softly.
"Lady Ji." Lu Qian interrupted her sternly, "Rescuing you from difficulty does not require your repayment. Moreover, now that Meng Chi is gone, and the Snake Spirit Secret Technique is broken, you no longer need to rely on the Power of Consciousness Collection. So whether it’s offering yourself or dual cultivation, there’s no need to mention them again, nor should today’s disgraceful actions be repeated."
Ji Yunrou stared blankly at him, her eyes red, two lines of clear tears falling silently.
Lu Qian felt his scalp tingle, his chest tighten, his previous assessment severely shaken, and for a moment, didn’t dare to meet her gaze.