As expected, Feng frowned in displeasure and snorted coldly, "You want to hit me for such a nobody?"
—This sentence…sounds…it seems that Lord Feng really has taken a liking to Jialing?
But wait, that's not right. It was clearly Lord Jialing who openly pursued Lord Feng at the gates of Paradise in the beginning... However, Ning Xian completely misunderstood that obviously emotional statement—"Alright, that makes sense. His status is naturally not comparable to yours—then beat up your subordinates to make amends!"
"..."
"………………"
Lord Feng would never agree to something so absurd—
—But didn't Lord Feng become Lord Jialing's lover?
—That was just Lord Jialing's wishful thinking; Lord Feng didn't agree, did he?
—No, just two days ago, Lord Feng openly said [that] Lord Jialing…
—But I heard from the people present that Lord Jialing was not willing?
—Did Lord Feng force Lord Jialing?
—Who exactly are these two people...?
Whispers, whispers—
Feng glanced sideways at the gossiping group and said casually, "Alright, you can choose any of them." "Huh??"
"Hmm... these few?"
Several people shrank back desperately under Ning Xian's gaze, which was like picking pork at a market. They turned to run away, but Feng's figure flashed and blocked their way. She kicked them one by one, directly in front of Ning Xian—"Pick whatever you want."
Ning Xian looked at the few people who had flown into the air and landed on the ground with blood streaming down their faces... Was this even necessary?
Chapter Seventy-Seven: Internal Strife within the Demonic Cult (from "The Story of My Wife Climbing the Wall") by Lian Zhi Qingting
—As expected, when faced with matters of the heart, even a cold-blooded butcher like Lord Feng can do absurd things. Several heads peeked out from inside the gate, still whispering amongst themselves—
"As expected, it's still Lord Feng pursuing Lord Jialing..." To win the beauty's favor, he's betrayed his own subordinate. "This isn't pursuing, it's clearly force!"
"That's perfect! As long as Lord Feng snatches Lord Jialing from the Netherworld and becomes his person, let's see how the people of the Netherworld will be able to act arrogantly in the future!" These words reached Ning Xian and Feng's ears. Feng seemed to be in a good mood after hearing them, but Ning Xian was furious and ground her teeth together—wasn't this just ruining her reputation?!
She pointed to the people behind the door and said firmly, "I want these few!"
The men immediately fell silent, filled with regret. Feng glanced at them indifferently. These men hadn't offended him, and their words had actually eased his agitation. Finally remembering that he was a protector of the Blissful Heaven and these men were its followers, he turned back to the men still lying on the ground. "I've already compensated you. Why should I give you more?" he said. "Don't be so smug, you damned phoenix! Who knows who's working for whom!"
Feng glanced at her indifferently, "Is that so?" He didn't care who belonged to whom, as long as it was between him and her, it didn't matter. However, Ning Xian completely failed to understand his "state of mind," assuming he was confident of victory and that she was destined to never recover, and immediately erupted in anger—
She rushed forward, stomped on someone's buttocks, grabbed Feng's collar and pulled him towards her, biting his lower lip hard. Feng was slightly taken aback, his brows furrowing in pain as he could already faintly taste the metallic tang of blood.
Ning Xian finally relented. Phoenix's lower lip, stained with blood, was an unusually cold and beautiful red. Even the onlookers couldn't help but feel their hearts pound. Even the person lying on the ground with their buttocks being stepped on didn't dare to breathe loudly.
"Phoenix, listen to me! Don't think you can put yourself above me just because I said I'd take responsibility! Even if your martial arts are slightly better than mine, your prestige is slightly higher (please, Phoenix's prestige isn't prestige, it's intimidation), your looks are slightly better than mine, and your abilities are slightly better than mine (are you really sure it's just a 'slight' difference?)—but you absolutely cannot make me your person!! Even if I get a divorce, you'll still be the one marrying into the Netherworld Heaven!!" Ning Xian landed one foot on the ground, the other still firmly planted on her butt, one hand on her hip pointing at Phoenix. Phoenix's gaze turned cold as he stared at her—he could tolerate someone else's person to a small extent, but to "marry" into the Netherworld Heaven?
Everyone held their breath, straining to hear the sudden outburst of argument—
Phoenix's blood-stained lips slowly uttered two words: "Don't even think about it!"
Ning Xian drew his whip from his waist, lashing it out with a loud, resounding crack as it struck the person beneath him—"Today I'm going to find out who's who!!" Completely forgetting the vast difference in strength between himself and Feng, he charged forward with whip in hand— Although Feng carried no weapon, her figure darted and weaved through the gaps in the whip's flight, each strike brushing against his clothes and hair, never landing on him. He leaped up and landed atop the wall, Ning Xian hot on his heels, "Where do you think you're going!" The two figures gradually disappeared into the distance amidst attacks, dodges, and chases—
The remaining people exchanged bewildered glances—it seemed that the core of the internal strife between the two had unknowingly shifted from the conflict between the Netherworld and the Blissful Heaven to the question of who would ascend to the throne and who would marry.
Yu Lin broke out in a cold sweat, realizing the situation was dire. Ning Xian, once angered, would act recklessly again. If this continued, things might break down again—what to do? What to do? Should she go find Long Jue or the sect leader? Where on earth had Mu Yuan gone? He wasn't there at a time like this; there was no one to consult—would Feng be in trouble?
Feng and Ning Xian, one in black and one in white, fought from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground to the rooftop. Suddenly, Feng grabbed Ning Xian's whip with her bare hands and ripped it away, turning their chase into a close-quarters battle. Ning Xian was subdued by Feng several times, but angrily broke free, growing increasingly resentful.
The war continued, from the rooftops to the walls, from the walls to the courtyards, and from the courtyards to the rooms... It seemed that this path was becoming increasingly inexplicable.
In summary, Ning Xian had no idea why they had ended up fighting in the room, let alone why their clothes were becoming increasingly disheveled and fewer as they fought. All she knew was that Feng had run away, so she chased after him relentlessly; Feng had subdued her, so she wanted to retaliate; she was disheveled herself, so she wanted Feng to be disheveled too; she was short of clothes, so she wanted Feng to be short of one as well… Therefore, by the time they had fought their way from the room to the bed, almost no one had the mind to investigate the reasons for their argument, the key points, or whether their methods were flawed.
"Wait a minute! Why are you taking my clothes off?!"
"You're wearing an extra layer!"
"Who are you going to blame if you're wearing one less piece of clothing! You've already run out of clothes to take off, so you're not allowed to take mine off either! -- Ah! -- -- You think you can just say no and that's it? Although according to the rules of the sect, the clothing is all pretty much the same, but women are given an extra thing called a bellyband. Isn't that obviously making him lose out? Don't even think about it!"
And so, the tender green bib, as lovely as spring, flew out of the bed and drifted down.
………………
Meanwhile, ever since Feng and Ningxian disappeared, Yulin has been restless and worried, but she doesn't know where to look for them.
So he could only go to Ning Xian's room at any time, hoping to see her return.
The internal strife between the Netherworld and the Blissful Heaven is intensifying. While the people of the Netherworld don't exactly hate Yu Lin, who used to visit often, they do feel somewhat awkward. Yu Lin wandered around Ning Xian's room a few times, but also felt uneasy, so she went back first.
As he passed Feng's room, regardless of whether he had originally intended to go in, he stood there frozen in place—the sounds of arguing coming from inside almost petrified him.
"Get down here!!"
"Behave yourself!"
"You son of a bitch, are you looking for death?! I've already lost a piece of clothing, don't even think about me being down there! -- Ahh, what are you doing?!" "What can I do at a point like this! Shut up! Be quiet!"
"I'll shut up if you let me be on top!"
"You're actually trying to bargain with me?"
"You're mine, why should I be the one being oppressed!?"
Cold sweat, drop by drop.
Yu Lin's face flushed red, her neck stiff as she turned left and right, her mind a jumbled mess, still anxiously thinking: Are Long and Xuanwu not here? Right, they've gone out, please don't come back! Ning Xian and Feng, how could they be here—what should he do in this situation? Should he pretend he doesn't know? Should he keep watch for them?
"Good boy, eavesdropping is a very bad habit." A soft, husky voice brushed against his ear, its breath almost touching his earlobe. Yu Lin was so startled that he covered his ears and was about to scream when a hand covered his mouth from behind. "Shh—don't make a sound." He turned his head and saw the person as still as a bamboo grove. He removed the hand from his mouth in surprise and whispered, "Master?!" Dongfang Juehuang made a shushing gesture again and pulled him away.
"Master? What brings you here—"
Seeing the cult leader at this time and place was even more surprising than discovering what the two people in the room were doing—shouldn't the cult leader still be taking an afternoon nap at this hour?
His expression made it clear what he wanted to ask. Dongfang Qingming smiled faintly, "I just 'woke up' and came out for a walk." (--Walked out for a walk? And ended up at the scene of someone's affair? Your accuracy is really high.)
Yu Lin didn't quite understand the meaning of the sentence, "wake up"—but now, it doesn't seem to be time for the leader to wake up from his afternoon nap yet, right? He has been in the Netherworld Sect for three years and has never seen the leader get up early.
Chapter Seventy-Eight: Fairies Fighting (from "My Wife Climbs the Wall") by Lian Zhi Qingting.
Long, long afterward, a sport came into being known as Fairy Fighting.
This sport has been studied tirelessly and persistently by people with love, patience, curiosity, and perseverance for thousands of years. But what is happening here seems to differ slightly from the connotation represented by these four words. It can basically be interpreted according to the literal meaning of the words—the bed curtains are half-drawn, and two bare-handed, white figures can be vaguely seen fighting fiercely without giving an inch.
Just as Feng was about to pin him down, Ning Xian slipped out like a mouse through the gap between his arm and the bed—that's the downside of being naked, too slippery. Feng instantly realized he should press him down firmly like last time before peeling him off, making it less likely he'd escape. At that moment, Ning Xian leaped up, hooked her hand on the bed frame, and kicked him in the back—taking advantage of Feng being knocked down onto the bed, she let go and landed on his back, her four legs like an octopus, pressing tightly against him.
"Hmph, trying to suppress me? You've rebelled! You'd better stay on the bottom!"
"Qiu, Ning, Xian!"
Feng's tone was already tinged with a gnashing of teeth. Someone was completely naked and pressed tightly against his back. The sensitive skin on his back honestly and clearly conveyed to his brain the slippery touch he received, as well as the two soft mounds pressed tightly against his back and the slender jade legs entwined around his legs.
His body reacted honestly, but this brat actually pressed him down face down!
He grabbed Ning Xian's hand, which had come around from behind, and pulled hard on his pulse point. Ning Xian immediately lost his strength and fell to the side, whereupon Feng Jie pressed down firmly on top of him.
"You! You—you've rebelled!?"
Feng gave a cold laugh, "Want to be on top? We'll talk about that later—don't think about it now."
"Why!?"
Her question, of course, received no answer; even the last syllable of it was silenced by Feng Bingliang's supple lips. —Answer? Tch, letting her be on top—wouldn't that make it easy for her to escape if she wanted to back out? She needs to be firmly pinned down, so she has no chance to run away.
Feng's kisses were familiar to her, even somewhat familiar—a little cool, a little wet and soft, a little domineering. But his body, with its supple, refined, strong, and burning embrace, was something she found hard to adapt to—when she was on top, she was fearless, but when she was on the bottom, she inexplicably felt a sense of weakness and powerlessness.
Her hands pushed hard against Feng's chest, resisting inwardly, but the alluring feeling of the thin, smooth, soft skin enveloping the firm muscles made her hands want to rebel—she didn't want to be down there!
Suddenly, a scent wafted into her nostrils, icy cool and refreshingly invigorating—Feng Zheng freed one hand and pulled out a bottle from who-knows-where, applying the pale green, semi-transparent paste inside to her nose and temples.
"What is this!?"
"Cooling balm." — To refresh the mind and prevent the string from breaking.
"Ugh! The smell is so strong! Take it away—ahhh! Don't shove it up my nose!!"
Feng's tongue lingered on her lips. "You'd better not be so loud. If other people come back and hear you, you might get tied up and used as a scapegoat as soon as you step out of this door."
Feng's hands slowly roamed over her body, tracing the curves of the body beneath him. His fingers, still damp with the cooling balm, retained a cool scent that seeped into her skin, causing a slight shiver as they touched her skin.
"What are you doing with your hands!? Don't touch that after you've touched the cooling balm—ugh—"
"Okay, if it's too cold, I won't touch it with my hands—"
—If you don't touch it with your hands, what do you touch it with? Do I need to explain? Do I really need to explain? I'm so innocent, you guys are all more perverted than me, so I don't need to explain, right?
"ah--"
A vein throbbed on Feng's forehead. "And what's your name again—"
"You—this—is too hot..."
Feng felt the veins on his forehead snapping repeatedly; he really wanted to strangle her! If he wanted to continue, he absolutely had to gag her. So Feng took action, using his lips to turn her words into muffled "oohs" again, lifting her still restless leg and thrusting his body forward forcefully— "Ooh—!!"