Chapter 87: A Morning After and a Mysterious Request

“Hmph, I am Xian Yuan. How could I possibly be afraid of you?”

“Then let’s try it. I am truly grateful that you helped me resolve the issue with the Five Great Noble Families.”

“Uh… let’s not, after all.”

Facing this situation, Xian Yuan felt herself retreating, as it was merely talk; actual action was a different matter entirely!

To put it plainly, she was just all talk!

However, Wang Zhe, clad in her pajamas, gently stroked Xian Yuan’s beautiful hair with a delicate hand, leaning close to her ear to whisper, “Little Saintess, you mustn’t speak, or you’ll have to accept the Dragon Venerable’s punishment.”

“Sister Wang Zhe, I was wrong!” Xian Yuan pleaded hastily.

“Mmm~”

A seductive murmur reached her ears, and Xian Yuan felt a tickle on her neck, followed by a drop of moist liquid landing on her snow-white skin.

“Ngh~”

A wave of tingling sensation spread from Xian Yuan’s entire body, coursing through her limbs and bones.

“Hehe~ That’s a good girl, isn’t it~” Wang Zhe chuckled, kissing Xian Yuan’s delicate collarbone.

Xian Yuan felt a jolt through her entire body, and she instantly gave up all resistance, allowing Wang Zhe to do as she pleased.

‘Father, Mother, your daughter will embark on the path to adulthood tonight!’

‘Since resistance is futile, I might as well lie still.’

“Hehe~”

Wang Zhe let out a low, mischievous chuckle, then pulled Xian Yuan into a tight embrace.

Observing Xian Yuan’s resigned expression, Wang Zhe, now in a qipao, gently tapped her forehead and remarked, “Truly adorable.”

“Alright, I’m here to sleep with you. Did you think I was like that hooligan Leng Xi?”

The two clones shed their clothes and slipped directly into Xian Yuan’s bed, with the pajama-clad Wang Zhe stripping Xian Yuan of her own garments in the process.

Xian Yuan: “Ngh… Sister Wang Zhe~”

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The following morning, Xian Yuan awoke to an intense soreness throughout her body.

Although Wang Zhe had not truly gone “all out” the previous night, she had tormented Xian Yuan with a variety of elaborate positions.

“Ah~ I’m in agony!” Xian Yuan wailed.

“Sister Wang Zhe, you three are utterly beastly! You tormented me all night long,呜~ It hurts~” Xian Yuan complained, her voice laced with grievance.

Just then, the door creaked open, and a figure slowly stepped inside.

It was Murong Fier, clad in a work uniform.

Murong Fier gasped, utterly dumbfounded by the sight before her: three Wang Zhes were embracing Xian Yuan, a scene that nearly made her CPU explode!

“Perhaps I’ve arrived at an inopportune moment!”

Murong Fier’s face suddenly flushed crimson, and she fled, covering her face.

“Sister Murong, don’t misunderstand!”

Xian Yuan scrambled to sit up, striking an Er Kang pose.

“Oh my, that thing is quite substantial.”

“It looks like a cone.”

“A conical shape has quite the style!”

“A hemispherical shape isn’t bad either!”

“No, that’s not right. A hemispherical shape only appears full from the side.”

The discussion between Wang Zhe and her clones left Xian Yuan somewhat bewildered, a blush blossoming on her face.

“Sister Wang Zhe, you’re all as naughty as Sister Leng Xi!”

Xian Yuan, flushing with shame and anger, glared at Wang Zhe, using her hand to cover her unexpectedly exposed charms.

“Alright, I’ve replenished my Saintess energy, so I must be going.” Wang Zhe stretched languidly.

“Wait!” Xian Yuan hastily stopped Wang Zhe.

“What is it? Reluctant to see me go?” Wang Zhe asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not.” Xian Yuan pouted, thinking, ‘I wouldn’t miss you one bit. Just go away already!’

“Sister Wang Zhe, your divine sense can cover the entire Secret Realm, right?”

“That’s right. If there are no other Quasi-Saints in the Secret Realm, my divine sense can indeed cover it.”

“Then could you lend a hand? I want to write a Secret Realm guide, and I’ll need your help!”

Xian Yuan’s eyes lit up, realizing this was her chance to gain fame!

“And what would be the price?”

“Hmm…” Xian Yuan’s eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and she said pitifully, “Is my body truly worth so little?”

“Don’t try that tactic. Give me the Long Family’s treasures, or there’s nothing to discuss!”

“Sister Wang Zhe~” Xian Yuan leaned slightly, playfully resting her body against Wang Zhe’s arm.

“Sister Wang Zhe, please, please, won’t you?”

A playful glint flickered in Wang Zhe’s eyes. Slowly, she raised a finger and gently caressed Xian Yuan’s beautiful hair, a faint smile curving her lips.

“My dear, alright, no more pouting.” Wang Zhe said gently, her voice tinged with amusement.

Pouting, a mischievous glint in her eyes, Xian Yuan snuggled into Wang Zhe’s embrace and cooed, “Sister Wang Zhe, won’t you be a little softer-hearted? I know you’re the best.”

Wang Zhe smiled, stroking Xian Yuan’s hair as she gently said, “Alright, I know you’re a good child, but remember, everything comes with a price.”

Xian Yuan gazed at Wang Zhe with an innocent expression, though a hint of cunning flickered in her eyes. She gently slipped out of Wang Zhe’s embrace, sat on the edge of the bed, and earnestly looked at Wang Zhe, saying, “I know, I know. But Sister Wang Zhe, please help this little Saintess just this once.”

“No,” Wang Zhe refused.

“Alright then.” Seeing that Wang Zhe wouldn’t fall for her tricks, Xian Yuan felt a pang in her heart. With a glint of helplessness in her eyes, she reluctantly retrieved a crystalline spatial ring from her treasure chest and handed it to Wang Zhe.

“Hmph, it’s good that you’re sensible,” Wang Zhe said with a faint smile. “Most of the Long Family’s treasures were obtained through the exploitation of some members of my clan. As the Dragon Venerable, I must return what rightfully belongs to its owners. I can’t let you be the only one cherished by your clan members, can I? And isn’t there something you still haven’t quite figured out?”

“What is it?”

Xian Yuan fell into thought, pondering what else she hadn’t quite grasped.

Noticing Xian Yuan’s confused expression, Wang Zhe said, “Perhaps you’ll understand before long.”

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‘What the heck am I supposed to understand? Can’t you riddle-tellers just give it a rest!’

Wang Zhe rose from the bed, and with a gesture into the void, an exquisite black immortal robe materialized in her delicate hand.

As Xian Yuan sat on the bed, her gaze fixed on Wang Zhe’s voluptuous upper body, she commented, “Sister Wang Zhe, you must be an E-cup, right?”

“I’ve never measured, but it’s bigger than yours.”

“I’m not much smaller than you!” Xian Yuan retorted with a displeased huff.

Wang Zhe donned the black immortal robe, meticulously fastening the belt and gently adjusting its tightness with her hand.

“Hmm?”

Xian Yuan suddenly sensed something amiss and hastily reminded her, “Sister Wang Zhe, it seems you’ve forgotten to wear that thing called a bra, and your underwear.”

“A bra and underwear?” Wang Zhe asked curiously.

“Uh… those undergarments,” Xian Yuan stammered out, explaining.

“Oh, I don’t like wearing them. They always feel restrictive,” Wang Zhe replied candidly.

“Then, Sister Wang Zhe, are you just… going about naked like that? What if you accidentally expose yourself?” Xian Yuan asked, somewhat astonished; such audacity was almost beyond belief.

Wang Zhe, however, merely laughed. “Who could possibly see? I am a Quasi-Saint; even if I stood naked in a crowd, with the blessings of Saintly power, most people would only perceive a blurry outline.”