Chapter 369: An Intimate Excuse
Shi Qingyan didn’t look quite right.
When Sang Zhe tapped her shoulder, he felt a wave of heat—clearly, her body temperature was unusually high at the moment.
Her appearance had subtly changed too; her teeth seemed sharper, and her eyes had turned a fierce shade of crimson.
She radiated an otherworldly beauty.
“Sh… Senior Sister?” Sang Zhe asked tentatively.
At that moment, Shi Qingyan’s moans had finally quieted, but she still hung her head in silence. Her hair floated gently in the air, and her aura exuded a trace of seduction.
While Sang Zhe pondered if this was a sign of a failed evolution, he suddenly heard a sultry whisper.
“Sang… Zhe.”
“Ah?” Sang Zhe replied, looking confused. “Did you call me, Senior Sister?”
Shi Qingyan slowly lifted her head.
Those enchanting, devilish crimson eyes seemed to hold a strange light, fixated on Sang Zhe’s face.
Sang Zhe felt a chill run down his spine.
…Could Senior Sister have turned into a corpse?
What to do? Could they still keep her at home?
Before Sang Zhe could spiral further into panic, Shi Qingyan had silently moved in front of him.
She didn’t say a word.
Instead, she lunged at Sang Zhe’s face with a fierce claw.
“Dang it!”
Sang Zhe jumped back in shock, quickly raising his hands to block.
Shi Qingyan’s strike was incredibly fast, so fast that Sang Zhe could hardly believe it.
In an instant, her speed had surpassed the Integration Stage, the Crossing Tribulation Stage, and was reaching the level only visible during the Great Ascension Stage.
“Senior Sister, are you serious?!”
Shi Qingyan ignored him and continued her onslaught.
The aura within her was rising at a bizarre speed, effortlessly leaping past the Integration Stage and directly entering the Crossing Tribulation.
And it was still increasing.
Her fingers elongated and sharpened, moving like a ghost, attacking Sang Zhe from all angles.
After a brief moment of panic, Sang Zhe stabilized himself. He quietly observed Shi Qingyan’s attacks and, as she revealed an opening, he seized her wrist.
Suddenly, Shi Qingyan was like a little chick caught in his grip, struggling helplessly.
“Wait, is there a side effect to being merged with a blood demon?”
Sang Zhe sighed in exasperation. “Senior Sister, you didn’t really lose your mind, did you?”
Shi Qingyan’s red eyes locked onto him, seemingly not hearing his words, and she bared her teeth, growling twice.
Sang Zhe thought for a moment and said, “No hotpot tonight, okay?”
“You dare!”
Sang Zhe stared at Shi Qingyan.
Shi Qingyan replied, “…Hmph.”
She turned her head away, letting out a low “hmph” as if her little prank had been exposed, leaving her feeling somewhat defeated.
“Couldn’t you pretend you didn’t catch on?”
“Hey, hey, you didn’t hold back when you hit me! I haven’t even complained!”
“You’re at the Great Ascension Stage. You can’t actually hurt me,” Shi Qingyan mumbled, “I just wanted to see what a blood demon can do.”
“And? How does it feel after trying it out?”
Shi Qingyan thought for a moment and said earnestly, “Very powerful.”
“I’ve never felt this way before; it’s as if I can move like light and shadow, reaching an unbelievable speed.”
“My cultivation, which had stagnated for so long, smoothly entered the mid-stage of the Crossing Tribulation, plus the powerful bloodline abilities of the blood demon.”
“Now… I should be able to become your support.” She lowered her gaze.
Sang Zhe pondered and then patted her head.
“Honestly, just having you by my side is already a huge help.”
Shi Qingyan looked up in surprise.
“What kind of words are these coming from a wooden head like you?”
“If you’re not around, who’s going to make me hotpot?”
“…I take back what I just said. Go take your hotpot and die. Hmph.”
Sang Zhe couldn’t figure out why she suddenly became unhappy again and could only scratch his head in frustration.
“Never mind. This is boring.”
Shi Qingyan waved her hand and said, “I’m hungry; let’s eat.”
Well, they had been running all day without eating anything.
It was just right to clear out the hotpot ingredients he exchanged from the shop.
“Just a moment, I’ll start a fire.”
As Sang Zhe stooped down, he suddenly felt Shi Qingyan quietly sneak up behind him, her hands gently resting on his shoulders.
“Did you forget?”
Her voice had noticeably changed, becoming alluring and tempting, as if teasing Sang Zhe.
“A blood demon… needs to drink blood, you know.”
Sang Zhe froze for a moment and then realized, “Oh right.”
“Then just wait, I’ll get you some duck blood.”
Shi Qingyan: “…”
Frustrated beyond measure, Shi Qingyan didn’t bother holding back anymore. She wrapped her arms around Sang Zhe’s neck and pressed her cherry lips fiercely against his neck.
Sang Zhe instantly felt a wave of tingling softness wash over him, as if a smooth tongue was teasing his neck.
“Wait, Senior Sister?!”
Sang Zhe wasn’t sure how to move and awkwardly said, “My blood doesn’t taste good; I haven’t had a chance to shower in days.”
“…Could you not kill the mood with such boring comments?”
Shi Qingyan’s voice carried a hint of grievance, yet her beautiful eyes continued to gaze intently at Sang Zhe’s profile. Moments later, she gently bit his neck again.
“Ah…”
Sang Zhe had no idea how to describe this sensation.
It felt somewhat similar to the ASMR he had listened to in his past life. That soft and delicate touch seemed to sweep directly through his brain, leaving half of his body feeling weak and limp.
Especially when Shi Qingyan was eating, she didn’t hold back, letting out soft and tempting moans, which sparked vivid imaginations.
If it weren’t for the recovery power from the Original Immortal, Sang Zhe felt like most of his blood would’ve been drained by this little gluttonous demon.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, Shi Qingyan pulled back with a soft “pop,” her sharp teeth retracting.
She seemed satisfyingly pleased, licking her red lips, and said lazily, “Thanks for the treat.”
“…Senior Sister, you’re not going to make this a daily dining habit, are you?”
Sang Zhe looked at her with concern, and Shi Qingyan chuckled, “What? Are you worried I’ll drain you dry?”
“Not worried about that, but what if I’m not around? Will you resort to killing people in the streets for your meals?”
“…What do you think I am?”
“Don’t worry.” Shi Qingyan leaned against Sang Zhe’s shoulder, teasingly whispering in his ear, “I’m very picky.”
“Only your blood… interests me.”
Sang Zhe became a bit anxious.
Even with the Original Immortal, would daily blood-draining be sustainable?
“Nian Nian, does Shi Qingyan really not eat like normal people anymore after becoming a blood demon?”
“Of course not. She’s just looking for an excuse to get close to you!”
Sang Zhe: “?”
When he turned to look at Shi Qingyan, she cheekily winked.
With her slender finger pressed to her lips, she made a shushing gesture towards Sang Zhe.
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