The echoes lingered for over half a month, and as time passed, the sounds that had been reverberating in the empty, gloomy hall finally began to dissipate. Deep within the secret chamber of the Underworld Palace, the room, once meticulously clean and tidy after Hun Changqing's year-long absence, was now a chaotic mess. Not only the large, soft bed, but even the floor was covered in inexplicable marks, making it impossible to imagine what had transpired within this chamber over the past half-month.
The storm that had raged within the room for half a month had quietly subsided. On the disheveled bed, two bodies nestled against the headboard. Hun Changqing's fair face wore a helpless expression as he smiled wryly at Medusa, who lay on his chest, her face flushed and her breathing still rapid from the recent conflict.
"Have you had enough? I'm not leaving anytime soon, why are you in such a hurry? You've fallen behind on a lot of things in the past two weeks. Get up quickly. I wiped out the high-level combat forces of those three sects that besieged the Underworld Palace. Now there should only be a handful left in their sects. Although no one should dare to touch these three pieces of meat that I've taken, there might be a few who aren't afraid of death. If they get occupied, it will take a lot of effort. So you should go and take charge as soon as possible, mobilize the Underworld Palace, and take over those three sects to avoid trouble."
Hun Changqing shook Medusa's fair and alluring body, and even reached out to pat her pert buttocks.
The touch from the sensitive area instantly made Medusa moan softly. The sound was melodious, delicate and charming, and tingling to the bone, as if it could ignite the flame of desire in anyone's heart. However, Hun Changqing, the originator of this sound, was completely immune to it and did not react at all.
After giving a soft hum, Medusa heard Hun Changqing's words but said nothing. Instead, she tilted her fair neck back, looked at Hun Changqing, rolled her eyes at him, and then wriggled her alluring, fair body in his arms.
Looking at Medusa wriggling like a snake in his arms, feeling the warm touch of her smooth skin, even the usually composed Hun Changqing felt a stirring within him. A few thoughts began to rise again, but glancing at the chaotic state of the secret chamber and remembering the mess outside, he suppressed them.
"This is just what you owed during your year of disappearance, and it's not all paid off yet. Before you leave, you have to pay off everything you owed before, and everything you'll owe during the time you're gone, before you can leave!"
Medusa, having finally had her fill of snuggling in Hun Changqing's arms, slowly rose, her delicate body emerging from the thin silk quilt. She stood naked before Hun Changqing, arms crossed, revealing her beautiful figure. The flush on Medusa's face had faded, her expression calm. She tilted her head slightly, looking down at Hun Changqing, who was still reclining on the bed, and addressed him.
Originally, Medusa had planned to fight Hun Changqing to the death, to battle until the world turned upside down, staying in this secret room with him until he left. But she had overestimated herself.
Now that Soul Changqing had reached the three-star Dou Zun realm, Medusa was indeed finding it difficult to cope. The past half-month had left her exhausted and satisfied. Moreover, the three sects Soul Changqing had mentioned earlier did indeed require her to oversee the beast-receiving ceremony, so she prepared to leave. However, before departing, she informed Soul Changqing to prepare himself mentally.
Upon hearing Medusa's words, Soul Changqing's lips twitched, forcing a bitter smile. He was no longer in the mood to appreciate Medusa's beauty, and he couldn't refuse her request, so he could only nod helplessly.
Seeing Soul Changqing nod in agreement, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Medusa's eyes. She then took out a wide, blood-red dress from her storage ring and put it on.
After a series of rustling sounds, Medusa, impeccably dressed, emerged radiant, exuding an aura of nobility and majesty. In an instant, she seemed to transform back into the powerful and authoritative Vice-Head of the Underworld Palace. Medusa gave Hun Changqing a knowing look, then, amidst his somewhat speechless expression, she smiled captivatingly and contentedly pushed open the door to the secret chamber deep within the Underworld Palace, a chamber that had been sealed for half a month.
However, just as Medusa stepped out of that chamber and slowly walked towards the Underworld Palace's council hall, her figure about to disappear, a crystalline purple light shone from the darkness beside the door of that secret chamber behind her.
The purple light emanated from a pair of beautiful, crystal-clear eyes, fixed on Medusa's disappearing figure. As Medusa vanished completely from that gaze, a figure as swift as purple lightning darted through the still-open stone door of the secret chamber.
Inside the chamber, Hun Changqing watched Medusa's slowly disappearing figure. Although he would face further trials and tribulations before leaving, he breathed a sigh of relief. While he hadn't expected Medusa to still be preoccupied with such matters after half a month of intense hardship, this respite was welcome, as he still had some unfinished business.
For example, the method for refining the Heavenly Demon Puppet he had obtained before, although he had a good refining material—the corpse of the Dragon Venerable—had been delayed for various reasons. Now that he planned to go to Zhongzhou, Hun Changqing naturally wanted to arm himself to the teeth. He knew that Zhongzhou was not a place where a mere three-star Dou Zun could act with impunity. Although his true strength was far greater than that, there were many people stronger than him, so Hun Changqing needed to be fully prepared.
Just as Hun Changqing was pondering and about to get up, dress, and head to his cultivation chamber to begin refining his Heavenly Demon Puppet, a sudden burst of purple light appeared before his eyes. Hun Changqing's vision blurred for a moment as the purple light erupted. When Hun Changqing came to his senses, he found a petite and beautiful figure in front of him. Her long, light purple hair cascaded down, she wore a purple dress, and her delicate, exquisite face held a charming smile, like a fairy child. Who else could it be but Zi Yan?
"Huh? Zi Yan? What are you doing here? You... uh..."
Hun Changqing had just come to his senses and was somewhat confused by Zi Yan's sudden appearance in his room. He asked with a puzzled tone, then immediately realized that the scene before him seemed familiar. It was as if, after his encounter with Medusa, when Medusa left, Zi Yan had also suddenly appeared before him in a similar manner. Recalling what had happened after Zi Yan's appearance last time, the puzzled expression on Hun Changqing's face instantly froze, and his questioning words came to an abrupt halt.
After Zi Yan appeared in the room, she first looked around. Seeing the stained and messy room, she raised her pretty eyebrows slightly, her brows furrowing slightly. Then, she twitched her delicate nose and sniffed the slightly pungent, fishy smell that still lingered in the room.
Instantly, Zi Yan's face darkened, and a chilling, hidden light flashed in her crystalline purple eyes. Her small chest and abdomen began to rise and fall slightly, clearly indicating that she was not at peace with the scene before her. However, Zi Yan was mentally prepared for this and quickly calmed herself down, putting on her pretty smile again. She stared at Hun Changqing with her beautiful pale purple eyes and spoke in a slightly light voice.
"Hehe, Master! Ziyan has a fighting technique she can't understand and wanted to ask Master for help, but Master has been staying here for so long and hasn't come out. So when she saw that stinky woman leave, she couldn't wait to come in and ask Master for guidance!"
"You'd better really have a fighting technique you don't understand and come to me for guidance."
Upon hearing this, Hun Changqing's expression became even more speechless, and his gaze towards Ziyan was full of suspicion. He was joking, of course. Others might not know Ziyan, but he knew her well.
Ordinary fighting techniques were a piece of cake for Ziyan, who had the bloodline of the Ancient Void Dragon. She could learn them at a glance. What fighting techniques could this girl possibly encounter that would be difficult for her? Those fighting techniques unique to the bloodline inheritance of the Ancient Void Dragon? He was joking. Could Hun Changqing possibly teach those things? Besides, Ziyan came in with that extremely strange expression. Did she come here to learn fighting techniques?
"Master, how could you do this? Ever since you took me as your disciple, you've never taught me anything. All you do is give me pills every day. I'm almost tired of those pills. I finally got a moment when you had some free time and wanted to ask you some questions, but you still treat me like this. Do you even consider me your disciple?!" Upon hearing this, Zi Yan immediately clutched her belly, a hint of dissatisfaction on her face. She spoke to Hun Changqing with a serious expression, using a complaining tone.
Hun Changqing was momentarily stunned by Zi Yan's words. After a moment's reflection, it seemed true. Since bringing Zi Yan back, he had essentially left her to her own devices, barely paying attention to her. Although Hun Changqing's initial intention wasn't to take Zi Yan as a disciple because of her talent, but rather for some other purpose, since he had initially promised to take her as a disciple, he felt it was better to put in a little more effort. Looking at Zi Yan, who seemed to have encountered some real problem, Hun Changqing hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"If you encounter any difficulties in combat techniques, you can certainly ask me. I also have some insights into researching combat techniques. Of course, if it's the spatial combat technique inherited from the Taixu Ancient Dragon clan in your bloodline, then don't come to me. Only your Taixu Ancient Dragon clan can understand that kind of combat technique."
Upon hearing this, a smile immediately appeared on Zi Yan's face, and her previous aggrieved expression vanished. She said to Hun Changqing with a grin.
"Hehe, Master, don't worry. What I'm asking you to teach me isn't some spatial fighting technique, but definitely a fighting technique you're very good at. You'll definitely be able to teach me!"
"Oh? Something I'm good at?"
Hun Changqing's gaze towards Zi Yan flashed with surprise. His skills were entirely driven by Taiyin True Qi, extremely Yin and cold. Hun Changqing really couldn't understand why Zi Yan, this Taixu Ancient Dragon, whose fighting qi was so domineering and incompatible with his Taiyin True Qi, would be learning a fighting technique that he was good at. Moreover, he had never given Zi Yan any fighting techniques that he cultivated. He had only given Medusa, who also had Yin and cold attribute fighting qi, some of the more advanced fighting techniques that he cultivated. Could Zi Yan have gotten them from Medusa? Although Hun Changqing had some doubts in his heart, he quickly put on a stern face and reprimanded Zi Yan in a serious tone.
"You should know that your battle qi is completely different from mine. You are completely unsuitable for cultivating my battle techniques. Not only will your cultivation be incredibly slow, but even if you do master them, the power of those techniques will be less than a tenth or a twentieth of what it is. If you really cultivate those techniques, stop right now!"
"Hehe, Master, don't worry, it's not what you think!"
Zi Yan, despite Hun Changqing's serious tone, still couldn't stop laughing.
"Hmm? Not what I think? Then what is it?"
Hun Changqing was a little confused by Zi Yan.
"Hehe, Master, I'll demonstrate for you and you'll see, won't you?"
Zi Yan gently bowed her head, tilted it slightly, and said to Hun Changqing with an obedient expression, as if she were truly a clueless disciple seeking her master's guidance.
"Sure, but here?"
Hun Changqing nodded, intending to see what Zi Yan was up to, but looking at the location where the two were, it really didn't seem like a good place to demonstrate battle techniques.
"Of course, this is my ultimate move! I can't let anyone else see it!"
Zi Yan nodded firmly, her eyes gleaming brightly.
Seeing Zi Yan's attitude, Hun Changqing could only nod, saying nothing more. After all, with him, a three-star Dou Zun, watching over things, how could he allow Zi Yan, a Dou Huang, to destroy the room?
As Hun Changqing nodded, a strange and enigmatic smile appeared on Zi Yan's face, her eyes filled with a profound meaning. Then, her Dou Qi suddenly erupted around her.
Hun Changqing sealed off the space around Zi Yan as her Dou Qi erupted, preventing her energy from leaking out and damaging the room. However, Hun Changqing only sealed off the space around Zi Yan; there was no obstruction between him and Zi Yan.
Zi Yan looked at Hun Changqing before her, a triumphant smile on her face. Then, with incredible speed, leaving afterimages behind her, she pounced on Hun Changqing, who was still leaning against the headboard. She then lay on top of him, who was still unclothed, and opened her cherry-like mouth…
"Awoo!"
Hun Changqing was initially stunned by Zi Yan's actions. After realizing what was happening, he tremblingly raised a finger, pointing at Zi Yan. He hadn't expected that in just one year, Zi Yan had learned to act, and he had been fooled in the process. But faced with Zi Yan's deception, Hun Changqing could do nothing but lower his finger, cursing,
"You traitor! Is this your fighting technique?! You… Hiss! Traitor!"