Ch. 272 - An Unconventional Battle

Outside the window there were no stars or moon, only the sound of a clear spring trickling, occasionally a night bird’s cry, all very quiet.

Inside the room, candlelight flickered, and within the chamber an unconventional battle was underway.

“Let go, why are you biting me?” Ye Fan shouted. On his arm appeared a row of teeth marks, the pain almost making him fall off the bed.

Qin Yao’s hair was messy, her crystalline teeth flashing with a glimmer, and she said, “I’m biting you, that’s why!”

At this moment, the candlelight wavered, and upon the sandalwood bed the two continued to exchange moves. Grappling techniques and counter-grappling were launched repeatedly, palms and fingers colliding, producing thudding sounds.

However, their state was overly ambiguous. Both were without a single piece of clothing, their postures alluring, bodies radiant, fighting at close range.

On Ye Fan’s arm the teeth marks were deep, not only in one place but forming a row. He retreated slightly, putting some distance between them.

Qin Yao’s beautiful eyes were misty, her body glimmering like warm jade carved to perfection, snowy white, curves rising and falling, her form shimmering with enchanting luster, resembling a beautiful serpent.

At this time, her hair danced lightly as she kept attacking. Ye Fan was forced to respond, blocking her strikes. It wasn’t a fight to the death, but neither could afford distraction, or else one would be subdued by the other.

This was a half-real, half-playful struggle, which could turn into a genuine battle or could be stopped at any moment. But the scene was undeniably erotic, for it was on a bed, with both of them fully exposed.

Especially Qin Yao, her soft fragrant body twisted gracefully, stirring one’s heart, her devilish figure glittering with charm capable of enchanting the world.

Her smooth arms like carved jade swung out, pale and tender, leaving graceful arcs as they struck toward Ye Fan’s vital points.

In the air above the sandalwood bed, streaks of white afterimages were left behind, like flashes of white lightning darting, like elves dancing under the moonlight. Though it was combat, it had a strange beauty.

Ye Fan naturally did not want to be subdued. His fingers and palms were like iron swords, blocking and countering like spinning wind wheels, rapidly counterattacking. They exchanged blows in the blink of an eye.

Qin Yao flicked her hair, revealing her white neck, the glossy black strands like a waterfall sweeping over. Ye Fan failed to dodge and was instantly entangled.

“Qin Yao, don’t push me!” Ye Fan struggled, but felt himself bound tighter. Instead of resisting, he leaned forward.

The space on the bed was limited, leaving no way to avoid. Ye Fan suddenly pressed against Qin Yao, this time opening his mouth and biting down.

That crystalline ear was by his lips, and he bit lightly but firmly, refusing to let go as her hair continued to bind him.

“You… let go!” Qin Yao swung her hands, striking at Ye Fan’s meridians to paralyze him.

Ye Fan’s spirit senses were sharp; naturally he avoided being hit. Though his head didn’t lift, his hands moved swiftly, light as wind, colliding again and again with her delicate hands.

Qin Yao’s black hair danced, her serpent-like body twisting, glowing. Her strikes were heavy, and if not for Ye Fan being the Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique, he might not have withstood them.

Ye Fan unleashed the War Paragon Art. Though not a lethal technique, even its minor applications were extremely complex. After hundreds of exchanges, he finally locked both her hands, restraining her.

“Ah…”

Ye Fan groaned, his shoulder bitten again. The pain made him release her ear, which quickly pulled away.

“You wouldn’t want to bite off a piece of my flesh, would you?” Ye Fan grumbled.

Qin Yao didn’t answer, her white teeth sparkling as she sank them into his shoulder again, refusing to let go, while struggling to use counter-grappling.

Ye Fan ignored the bite on his shoulder, using strength to force her arms behind, trying to pin her down.

Light flashed, and Qin Yao’s supple body, like a slippery water serpent, slipped away, escaping his hold. It was a Demon Race hidden technique.

She countered, her hands seizing Ye Fan’s wrists, attempting to reverse control. Her ten crystalline fingers glowed, releasing threads of radiance, weaving into a luminous net binding Ye Fan’s arms.

The colorful silk threads, fine and dense, interlaced into a web constraining his wrists.

At that moment, Ye Fan’s body shone with divine brilliance. With a slight tremor, though not breaking the light, he forced Qin Yao to release her bite. Her lips and teeth withdrew, leaving teeth marks on his shoulder.

Ye Fan’s unique physique circulated godpower, instantly freeing his arms. He advanced again, engaging Qin Yao.

Qin Yao’s jade hands fluttered like butterflies, colliding with Ye Fan’s palms and fingers, producing muffled sounds.

At first they employed various secret techniques, dueling in the confined space. But the bed was too small, and soon they were pressed against one another, limbs entwined, their fight turning into something else entirely.

“You…” Qin Yao’s body blushed pink, like red clouds covering her.

Thus, the battle completely transformed into another kind of struggle.

Her disheveled hair, her long supple body like a jade serpent, seemed carved from rosy crystal, swaying like willow branches in the wind.

“You’ve taken enormous advantage of me today!” Qin Yao gnashed her teeth, her jade hand striking at Ye Fan pressed against her.

Ye Fan countered, their relationship odd, closest when fighting, unlike normal passionate lovers.

Palms and fingers clashed, their bodies shaking violently, yet everything continued, ambiguous and endless.

“You truly are a beast!” Qin Yao cursed angrily.

“Better a beast than to be worse than one,” Ye Fan replied, blocking her strike with his strong palm.

Her hair floated, her body flushed, annoyed as she struck repeatedly.

“Come on, Qin Yao, look at us now. At this point, and you’re still ruining the mood, brawling with me.”

They fought from start to finish, who knew how long, before the room finally grew quiet.

“Beast!” Qin Yao’s crystalline teeth bit down hard.

“At least you didn’t say worse than a beast.” Ye Fan’s eyes were clear as he looked at her soft body.

The latter half of the night was extraordinarily tranquil, only the pine forest spring sounding softly, giving an austere calm.

Without a sound, a figure appeared in the room. Candlelight flickered, illuminating her flawless beauty.

Yan Ruyu, in flowing white robes, her divine figure breathtaking, black hair down to her waist, her perfect face without a flaw.

Entering, she instantly sensed something was wrong. As her gaze swept to the bed, her face flushed.

“You two…”

Qin Yao lowered her head, ashamed. She had been assigned to watch Ye Fan, never expecting things to develop like this.

Ye Fan was embarrassed at first, but quickly composed himself, calmly saying, “We were discussing life and ideals.”

Qin Yao nearly bit him again. She snatched the quilt covering Ye Fan, wrapping herself, and said angrily, “I won’t forgive you!”

Yan Ruyu quickly shut her eyes, turned, her white robes fluttering, and vanished in a flash.

Ye Fan hastily draped clothes over his body, saying, “Well, I also hope it’s not over.”

“You… took advantage of me and dare say that!” Qin Yao attacked again.

Bang, bang!

Their battle resumed, fiercer than before.

At last, furious, Qin Yao got off the bed, gathered her clothes, and was about to leave.

“Tomorrow the princess will kill you!”

“I never went to the Ageless Chamber. She has no reason to act. As for us… she already saw, and showed no reaction. I explained, we were discussing life and ideals.”

“You’re outrageous!” Qin Yao, seething, swung her glowing arm at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan defended passively. In the Dao Palace realm, few could overpower him in close combat. As a result, Qin Yao did not leave that night, and until dawn the pine forest palace shook with loud sounds.

“Beast!” Qin Yao finally left, striking with a palm that shattered the palace, burying Ye Fan within.

Far away, the Black Emperor was furious, yelping in pain, crawling out from rubble, tail raised, jumping in anger, cursing.

“Damn it, what did I do to deserve this? Even sleeping, I get crushed, buried alive under collapsing palaces…”

Its dog face was long, pitch-black, searching everywhere.

After a long time, Ye Fan finally coughed, walking out of the dusty ruins.

“Damn kid, what evil did you commit to drag me into this mess too?” the Black Emperor snarled, glancing first at Qin Yao vanishing into the sky, then glaring at Ye Fan.

Last night it had been drunk, unaware of what had happened.

“Of course it was an earthquake. Didn’t you see me buried too?” Ye Fan said, washing by the stream.

“Nonsense. Since when does an earthquake only shake one mountain? The other palaces are fine!” the Black Emperor growled.

“You’re right, this was our special kind of earthquake.”

By mid-morning, Tu Fei returned to the mountain. Seeing the pine forest palaces all collapsed, he was dumbfounded. “What happened, did you fight someone here?”

“I sparred with someone, accidentally brought it down,” Ye Fan answered.

Tu Fei’s face turned odd as he looked behind Ye Fan. “Could it be you sparred with Fairy Qin?”

“Yes, sparred with her, accidentally brought it down,” Ye Fan said absentmindedly.

“You’re talking nonsense!” Qin Yao’s voice came.

She descended in white robes, breeze lifting her dress, showing off her stunning figure, curves long and graceful.

“I didn’t say anything…” Ye Fan hurried to explain.

But Tu Fei, ever the big mouth, said, “How can you say you didn’t? Just now you said you and Fairy Qin fought all night here.”

Damn it! Ye Fan almost punched him.

“You two keep sparring, I won’t disturb you.” Tu Fei kicked the Black Emperor and ran.

“Damn it, woof!” The Black Emperor chased angrily.

Qin Yao’s enchanting figure trembled with fury as she walked over, swaying gracefully, saying with a sultry look, “Did you seriously say that?!”

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