Chapter 75: Chapter 540: Why don’t you just tie me up? (Part Two)
Qi Huang excitedly ran back to her residence with the cow rope, as eager as a groom ready to enter the bridal chamber.
At this moment, Cheng Hong Ling was also waiting uneasily like a newlywed daughter-in-law, the blush on her face yet to fade.
“Come on! I found the rope.”
Qi Huang triumphantly held up the rope.
“This isn’t an ordinary rope, is it?”
Cheng Hong Ling’s eyes were sharp, and she immediately noticed the abnormality of the rope.
“Of course, this is what Uncle-Master Xiang just bought to tie…”
Qi Huang meant to say “tie a cow,” but suddenly felt something was wrong as the words left her mouth, so she swallowed them back.
“Tie what?”
Cheng Hong Ling asked in confusion.
“…Tie the unfortunate,” Qi Huang quickly changed her words, and then added, “Because cultivators have great strength, the seller soaked it in a special medicinal solution to prevent breakage, so its flexibility far exceeds ordinary hemp ropes. As long as you don’t struggle desperately, it will be fine.”
“Don’t worry, I definitely won’t struggle!”
Cheng Hong Ling guaranteed again, and then took the initiative, “It’s you, you must be ruthless. Even if I struggle slightly, you don’t need to pay attention, and you absolutely mustn’t untie the rope.”
“Don’t worry, I like slight struggles the most.”
Qi Huang’s lips curved slightly.
“Why?”
Cheng Hong Ling was a little confused.
“Cough cough… it’s nothing!”
Qi Huang coughed twice to steady herself, and then impatiently urged, “Can we start?”
Cheng Hong Ling didn’t speak, stood up, and slowly walked towards the bed, then gracefully lifted her jade feet and lay down, closing her beautiful eyes as if accepting her fate.
Qi Huang approached reverently, as if on a pilgrimage. At this moment, Cheng Hong Ling lay flat on the large bed, only covered with a thin veil on her upper body. Her fair skin was clearly visible under the dim light. Even the blush that appeared due to shyness was faintly visible. As her hands were placed on her waist, the plump curve under her embroidered bellyband was exceptionally prominent. Even lying down, it was so high as to reach the clouds, swaying slightly with her rapid breathing, trembling like a mountain peak during an earthquake.
Cheng Hong Ling’s lower body was wearing a water-blue, waist-high skirt. The thin fabric could not provide much coverage, but instead stuck to her body like a second layer of skin, completely exposing the curve of her jade legs. They were as slender and straight as a pair of chopsticks, with not even a piece of paper that could fit between them.
“Come on! Tie me up quickly!”
Cheng Hong Ling became increasingly flustered, and couldn’t help but urge.
“Okay… okay…”
Qi Huang snapped out of her daze and stammered. Who knew what an impact such a request from a peerless immortal fairy would have on a “man.”
Qi Huang cast a spiritual sense shield before sitting down by the bed.
She took a deep breath and was about to tie the rope when her trembling hand stopped halfway.
After a moment of thought, Qi Huang put down the rope and reached out to undress Cheng Hong Ling.
“What are you doing?”
Cheng Hong Ling opened her beautiful eyes and asked in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum.
“Uh… at least I have to take off the outer… outer clothes first, otherwise it will be difficult to take them off after tying you up…”
Qi Huang, feeling guilty, explained haltingly.
“I’ll do it myself!”
Cheng Hong Ling took a deep breath, then sat up again and elegantly took off her clothes piece by piece, leaving only the short, thin veil skirt around her waist. In the light, she glowed smoothly, emitting a sacred and inviolable aura.
Qi Huang felt increasingly guilty. She swallowed hard, then hardened her heart and picked up the rope to tie. The jade body in front of her was too delicate, so she treated it like a work of art, being extremely careful not to injure it in the slightest.
However, even so, when Qi Huang finished tying Cheng Hong Ling, there were large and small red marks on her delicate skin, which was simply shocking.
“I really didn’t mean it! I don’t have that kind of weird habit!”
Qi Huang wished she could slap herself.
Cheng Hong Ling was already under a lot of psychological pressure, and on top of that, she felt discomfort in her body. She wriggled her waist like a beautiful snake and urged, “What are you standing there for? Hurry up! This is really too uncomfortable.”
Qi Huang steadied herself, then reached out to remove the last piece of clothing from her main body. Her slender fingers hooked the belt of the pants and was about to pull them down.
Cheng Hong Ling struggled to move her pretty face, her delicate body trembling violently, and a dazzling crimson appeared all over her.
After tonight, she will have no secrets from me.
Qi Huang thought this, and her hands began to tremble again, as if she had suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. But precisely because of this, her sharp fingernails accidentally scratched the skin of Cheng Hong Ling’s hip.
“Ah!”
Stimulated, Cheng Hong Ling reacted instinctively. She struggled with all her might, and the rope that could even tie a cow instantly snapped.
Qi Huang was lost in thought when she suddenly felt a fragrant wind blowing towards her. Before she could react, her chest was fiercely kicked by a small, delicate foot.
Qi Huang was only at the Juling Realm cultivation level, and the force was something she couldn’t withstand. Her body flew backwards and hit the wall fiercely, then she slumped down like a discarded sack.
Qi Huang was stunned by the kick. Before she could even complain, she felt a sweetness in her throat and a mouthful of blood spewed out.
“Ah! How are you?”
Cheng Hong Ling was also startled. She didn’t care about her disheveled clothes and hurriedly ran over to check.
“You… didn’t you say you wouldn’t struggle?”
Qi Huang lay on the ground and complained weakly.
“I’m sorry, it was a reflex! It was purely a reflex!”
Cheng Hong Ling apologized extremely awkwardly, then embraced the clone with her jade arms.
“It seems this rope is still too fragile. I shouldn’t have held onto hope.”
Qi Huang smiled self-deprecatingly. She knew it was all because she was too eager and rushed into action without adequate preparation.
“It’s okay, it’s okay!”
Cheng Hong Ling reassured her after inspecting the clone’s injuries.
“Not… not okay? Then why do I feel like I’m about to die… And I think I heard the sound of ribs breaking just now.”
Qi Huang asked with difficulty after swallowing the blood in her mouth.
“Ribs? Oh oh, the ribs are indeed broken, but it’s only three or four of them.”
Cheng Hong Ling answered awkwardly.
“Then… then why am I… why am I spitting blood?”
Qi Huang asked worriedly.
“It’s nothing. My internal organs were punctured by bone spurs, but I won’t die! I’ll summon you into my Sea of Consciousness, and these minor injuries will be completely healed after a few days of nourishment.”
Cheng Hong Ling forced herself to make excuses.
“Minor injuries?”
Qi Huang almost cried.
Cheng Hong Ling didn’t give the clone a chance to complain and directly summoned Qi Huang into her Sea of Consciousness.
When Qi Huang entered the Sea of Consciousness, she felt no pain due to the absence of her body, and felt comfortable all over.
“Waa! Fortunately, I’m just a clone, otherwise this kick would have put me out of commission for ten days to half a month.”
Qi Huang thought with lingering fear.
Meanwhile, Cheng Hong Ling outside began to put on clothes, her pretty face blushing even more. However, this time it wasn’t from shyness, but from embarrassment. After all, she, the top Immortal Seed of the HongHua Sect, had broken her promise, which was simply too shameful.
Because of her injured body, Qi Huang had to stay in the Sea of Consciousness. However, with the company of her nine “sisters,” including the rebellious Cheng Ling with whom she could bicker, it wasn’t too boring.
“What a pity, next time I will definitely find an unbreakable rope and not give her any chance to struggle.”
Qi Huang plotted secretly.
“I’m sorry, next time you can just suppress me with your spiritual sense.”
At this moment, Cheng Hong Ling’s mind transmission happened to sound.
“No! The rope is better!”
Qi Huang objected without hesitation.
“Why?”
Cheng Hong Ling asked in confusion.
“If I have to apply medicine to you and also control my spiritual sense, there’s a high possibility of making a mistake, and it won’t be good if either you or I get hurt.”
Qi Huang quickly explained. After all, this kind of thing was too stimulating for her, and she couldn’t divide her attention. Once a mistake was made, it was possible that the incident tonight would happen again.
“Okay, when you’re healed, we’ll find some stronger rope.”
Cheng Hong Ling suggested after some thought, her idea coinciding with Qi Huang’s.
