Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 237 - 229: Reining in at the Brink (2/3)

Chapter 237: Chapter 229: Reining in at the Brink (2/3)

Han Yiyao didn’t know what love was, but it definitely wasn’t fear or awe.

Fear bred servility, and beneath awe might lie loyalty, but if she were to marry Ying Cheng’en with such thoughts, she would only lose herself and become a walking corpse!

Moreover, she had a big problem—she would die if touched by a man, and would not even live to see that day! Therefore, she had never considered anything else, but subconsciously resisted the marriage with Ying Cheng’en.

Yet, at this time, her mind was unexpectedly distracted by such thoughts!

By comparison, although Zhou Heng was a big pervert, he seemed to have no other bad habits besides being lecherous! Moreover, this kid’s lechery was also quite cunning, targeting only her and not chasing after other women like a dog in heat.

Come to think of it, should she feel proud of this?

Han Yiyao, Han Yiyao, what are you thinking about at such a time!

She thought to herself, but the torrent of thoughts could not be stopped.

Relative to her, Zhou Heng’s current realm was indeed a bit lower, even one level beneath hers! But when it came to potential, perhaps even Ying Cheng’en would have to admit defeat, and besides, realm did not signify strength—could she defeat Zhou Heng?

Why didn’t she feel too much anger about being violated by him, just the worry of losing her virginity?

Had she, fallen for this man?

Impossible, right?

Han Yiyao herself couldn’t be sure as she looked at Zhou Heng with her hazy, enchanting phoenix eyes. This man was tough and decisive, with a will that was breathtaking; setting aside his lecherous flaw, he was definitely a true hero, an iron warrior!

But then again, his lechery was only directed at her, so could it be because he liked her?

If it was like, then it couldn’t be considered lechery; it could only be said that his methods of pursuing his lover were rather... unconventional!

People are so strange!

When you dislike someone, no matter how considerate they are, you tend to think the worst and suspect they have ulterior motives. But if you like someone, no matter what they do, you find it delightful and touching.

The same phrase "let’s go to bed," when said by someone you like versus someone you don’t, yields completely different results.

When Han Yiyao began to straighten out Zhou Heng’s image in her mind, she suddenly felt he wasn’t so detestable. He had saved her life a few times before, so it wouldn’t be too much to repay him with her body.

On the other hand, it was she who always showed Zhou Heng a disagreeable face. Reflecting on it now, she really felt a burning shame!

Hisss, no more stripping!

Though these thoughts of Han Yiyao seemed long and plentiful, in reality, they were just a momentary flicker. Zhou Heng had just slipped off her skirt, revealing her peach-like perky buttocks, smooth like creamy gelatin, white like beautiful jade.

Round and perky, a light slap would set off a mesmerizing ripple of flesh, making one drool and flame up with desire, hard as iron.

Zhou Heng was like an arrow on the string, compelled to release!

"Don’t!" Han Yiyao’s slender hand wrangled the dragon, grabbing the fiery and proud big dragon, her pretty face blushed with a captivating shyness, her breath as sweet as orchid, she said, "If you touch me, I’ll die!"

Zhou Heng first felt angry, thinking she was coercing him with death, for a man driven by lust sometimes had clouded judgment. But upon a second thought, he grasped her words’ implication and asked, "You’re sick?"

This wasn’t truly an insult, even though he was genuinely upset.

"...Sort of," Han Yiyao nodded, looking at Zhou Heng with a pleading expression, pitiable and charming.

Zhou Heng clenched his teeth; it was easy to draw the bow, but hard to withdraw the fully drawn arrow. He kissed her red lips fiercely, saying, "Is this the reason you’ve never been married off?"

"Yes!" Han Yiyao did not deny it. Her search for the Peerless Magical Instrument was to win enough voice for herself, to master her own fate.

Zhou Heng sighed and said, "So what should I do now?"

Han Yiyao glared at him irritably, it was all his doing, and yet he had the nerve to ask her! "Go to them!" she pointed at the two prostitutes in the room, who by now had shed their robes entirely and were indulging in mirror-polishing pleasures, their moans unceasing.

Zhou Heng became enraged, picked up his large hand, and slapped it onto her round and perky buttocks, creating a crisp sound along with a seductive wave of flesh that sharpened his eyes and stoked his anger even more.

"Bastard!" Han Yiyao bared her snow-white teeth in a ferocious display.

Why did this man always spank her buttocks, didn’t he know how embarrassing that was?

"You brewed this trouble, you solve it!" Zhou Heng pointed at his undeterred lower body.

Han Yiyao showed a look of confusion, but mostly embarrassment; heavens, she was actually standing naked in front of a man, even holding that thing—how utterly embarrassing!

How to solve it?

Looking at her innocent and pure expression, Zhou Heng truly felt sinful, but this only made him more aroused. He leaned into Han Yiyao’s ear and whispered a few words softly.

"What!" Han Yiyao startled, looking at Zhou Heng with a completely incredulous gaze.

This, this, this, he actually wanted her to use her mouth... Dirty to death!

"Either the top or the bottom, you choose one!" Zhou Heng said unreasonably.

This asshole!

Han Yiyao looked around with pleading eyes, her face flushed with shame as she bargained, "Is using my hand okay?"

"You’re really not sincere!"

"Then forget it!"

"No, wait, the hand is fine!"

...

"Why aren’t you done yet?" Han Yiyao was almost in tears. She had heard some crazy talk, that men finish that business very quickly, a short time would be two to three minutes, the longer would be ten plus minutes. But she had tired her left hand and switched to the right, and when the right grew weary, switched back to the left, back and forth a dozen times already!

Zhou Heng chuckled, "Heh, heh, heh." Although he wasn’t "riding a horse," Han Yiyao’s delicate, boneless hands brought him immense pleasure all the same.

"I’m not doing this anymore!" Han Yiyao pulled her hand back. As an expert of the Mountains and Rivers Realm, of course she wasn’t really tired, but how embarrassing it was!

She was someone else’s fiancée, lying there in Zhou Heng’s arms with not a stitch on, was an immorally enormous sin. And she was using both her hands to please him... Moreover, her steadfast chastity wasn’t for the sake of her fiancé!

Such a grievous sin, yet Han Yiyao felt a sense of indulgent pleasure, a liberation from constraints!

In the Han Family, although she was a valued genius, the family didn’t hesitate to betroth her to the Ying Family to climb the social ladder, completely ignoring her objections!

To other people, what could be unsatisfying about marrying Ying Cheng’en?

A martial path genius, extremely handsome—I mean, how many women would willingly offer themselves for his pleasure? She might be a genius of the Han family and one of the three great beauties of the Imperial Capital, yet to be matched with Ying Cheng’en was still to marry above her station!

In anyone’s eyes, she would be considered lucky to secure such a marriage alliance and should cherish it greatly. Opposing it? That would be crazy!

It was this kind of oppression that led to her sudden indulgence. Having spent nearly two months with Zhou Heng, she saw many admirable qualities in him. To a woman, Zhou Heng was also worthy of admiration.

She couldn’t even be sure if she was indulging herself deliberately to spite Ying Cheng’en, or if her heart had already been captured by Zhou Heng, causing her to shamelessly do something so "vulgar."

Zhou Heng didn’t push too hard, for this act certainly couldn’t compare with the real deal. Initially, it was novelty, but the excitement waned over time.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "You all leave!"

His voice, thunderous, startled the two women who were grinding mirrors, and they quickly grabbed their clothing, rushing out of the room. Although their breasts and thighs were exposed, it didn’t bother them; after all, that was the nature of their work.

Zhou Heng waved his hand, and like a hand, spiritual power closed the door. He leaned into Han Yiyao’s ear and said, "I’ll take you to a place, and you must not resist."

Han Yiyao was startled; she was bare and the thought of going anywhere was mortifying. "Let me get dressed first!" she hurriedly said.

With her strong reluctance, she couldn’t be taken into the Nine Mystic Trial Tower, and since Zhou Heng didn’t want to enlarge the Treasure Pagoda to carry her, he had to abide by her requests and found new clothes for her to wear.

Once they were both fully clothed, Han Yiyao still wouldn’t let the matter go and waited for her flushed cheeks to subside. Otherwise, anyone would notice something amiss at a glance.

Zhou Heng kept showing his teeth in frustration; he just wanted to take Han Yiyao into the Nine Mystic Trial Tower. Did it have to be so complicated?

"Alright!" After half an hour, Han Yiyao finally nodded at Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng grunted with a dark face, grabbed her hand, and with a thought, whoosh, the two vanished from the room instantly.

"Where is this...?" Han Yiyao looked around at the unfamiliar setting, visibly shocked.

"The Nine Mystic Trial Tower, inside a space artifact!" Zhou Heng said with a slight smile, his gaze sweeping over to see Xiao Huoshui and Orchid Concubine asleep on the bed with their four snow-white arms outside the blanket, and one could even see their long naked legs!

It was easy to deduce that the two women were wearing not a thread of clothing!

Before, Zhou Heng hadn’t been in heat, but just thinking about the tempting bodies under the blanket, his heart beat faster, and he quickly became aroused.

The two women were highly cultivated and had no notion of their presence; they continued to sleep soundly.

Huh, they... have both made a breakthrough!

Zhou Heng suddenly realized the powerful aura emanating from the two women was not of the Initial Separation Realm but the Land Cleaving Realm!

Xiao Huoshui’s breakthrough was within expectations since she had consumed a Nine Moon Wind Fruit, but Orchid Concubine’s talents were quite ordinary. Even if her breakthrough to the Land Cleaving Realm was possible, it would take at least a century!

Could it be, Xiao Huoshui had shared half of the Nine Moon Wind Fruit with her?

It must be the case, which explained why the last time he entered the Nine Mystic Trial Tower, he found both women in the second-level retreat!

"To think there actually exists such a treasure!" Han Yiyao was still astounded by the space artifact capable of containing living things, oblivious to the nearly naked Xiao Huoshui and Orchid Concubine on the bed.

"There’s even more amazing stuff!" He led Han Yiyao to the staircase. "This is called the Nine Mystic Trial Tower. Starting from the second floor, each floor represents a martial realm. As long as you can defeat your opponent, you can obtain a reward!"

Han Yiyao’s heart raced. She immediately ascended the stairs and entered the Gate of Light into the tower’s second floor.

She believed that Zhou Heng’s Black Sword must have come from here! (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)