After Marrying the 'Long Aotian' in Drag to Counter Bad Luck - Chapter 9

When Rong Nianfeng entered the room and saw Ye Xingchen lying on the bed, he was genuinely startled. Was the man not scared away?

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he took a deep breath. Feigning grief, he wailed, “You deadbeat, why did you only just come back? You have no idea how I have been washing my face with tears day after day.”

掌握到一半, seeing that the person on the bed was completely motionless, he hurried forward to check his breathing.

Thankfully, he was still alive. Rong Nianfeng had originally thought the man was a goner.

However, he did not know if it was because the man had coughed up too much blood, but he was currently in a half-dead state. If he had not known that Ye Xingchen was the protagonist and could not die, Rong Nianfeng would have been terrified that the man might accidentally slip away at any moment.

The last time Immortal Venerable Wuji left, he had stuffed several bottles of elixirs into his hands. Where had he put them?

After a long while, Rong Nianfeng retrieved an elixir from his cosmos bag and fed it to Ye Xingchen. He then leaned against the table, pondering the upcoming plot.

Actually, it was quite good that Ye Xingchen had returned, as it saved him the trouble of going out to look for him again.

Previously, when the two of them were in bed, Ye Xingchen had mentioned that his body was not up to par. After reflecting carefully on this, Rong Nianfeng felt that aside from wanting to save his primordial yin virginity for Liu Li’er, it was also highly possible that his body genuinely was not functioning well.

But the plotline where the two of them would roll in the sheets was visibly only a few days away. If he did not nourish Ye Xingchen’s body now, and the man truly turned out to be impotent, then let alone the main wife, there would be no hope for the subsequent concubines in his harem either.

Thinking up to this point, Rong Nianfeng shook his head. It seemed he had no choice but to give Ye Xingchen a major tonic boost.

The next day, Ye Xingchen was jolted awake by a foul, peculiar stench of medicine.

He was just wondering why he had appeared in Yuxu Palace when he suddenly realized something. Instantly, he gnashed his teeth in rage, glaring fiercely at the ceiling beam above his head as he growled, “Song Xiuyuan!”

Escaping with his life was the priority right now.

With that thought in mind, he tried to move. However, he could not move at all.

Looking down, he found his four limbs tightly bound by iron chains. The moment he exerted a bit of force, the iron chains violently trembled as if they were alive, wrapping around him like maggots on a bone.

Ye Xingchen was speechless.

No matter how foolish he was, he knew exactly what this object was, namely the Immortal-Binding Chain. The more force one exerted, the tighter it would bind.

He adjusted his internal breath and tilted his head slightly, trying to reach for the spiritual communication token in his robe. To his surprise, he happened to lock eyes with Rong Nianfeng, who had just entered the room holding a bowl of medicine. The very next second, he cried out at the top of his lungs, “Help! Murder!”

“Stop shouting, no one can save you.” Rong Nianfeng did not bother to stop him, carefully placing the medicine in his hands onto the table.

Outside the door, Sixth Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother happened to pass by. Walking shoulder to shoulder, they popped their heads in to ask, “Eleventh Junior Brother, what is wrong?”

Rong Nianfeng put on a coy, bashful expression and said, “Oh my, just a little private matter between husband and wife in the bedroom.”

Sixth Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother looked at Ye Xingchen, who was locked in chains on the bed. The two exchanged glances, nodded very understandingly after communicating with their eyes, and let out a smile full of ambiguous meaning.

“Cough, cough, cough,” Ye Xingchen’s face flushed red with rage. He hurriedly said, “Senior Brothers, save, cough, cough, cough, save me! This woman wants to commit an indecent act against me!”

Unfortunately, the people of Lingyun Peak had been tormented quite thoroughly over the past few days. Who would dare to provoke Rong Nianfeng? The two of them hastily and frantically flew away on their swords, leaving behind nothing but a blast of sword energy. They could not care less about what happened to Ye Xingchen.

Rong Nianfeng felt like a villain right now, almost bursting out into a sinister, maniacal cackle.

He narrowed his eyes, pulled another bottle of medicine from his cosmos bag, selected a pill, and dropped it into the medicine bowl.

Ye Xingchen swallowed his saliva, asking with a hint of fear, “That bowl of medicine, it is not meant for me to drink, is it?”

Rong Nianfeng raised an eyebrow. “Otherwise, is it meant for me to drink?”

Watching Rong Nianfeng draw closer and closer to him, the last string of sanity in Ye Xingchen’s mind finally snapped. In utter panic, he cried out, “Cough, cough, cough! Rong Nianxue, you are murdering your own husband! Murdering your own husband!”

“Oh.”

Seeing Ye Xingchen retreating further and further back, a desire to tease him welled up inside Rong Nianfeng. He called out in a delicate, sweet voice, “Husband Ye, it is time to take your medicine.”

Though he did not know what kind of trick Rong Nianfeng was playing, Ye Xingchen’s intuition told him it was definitely nothing good. In his heart, he told himself that this Daoist contract absolutely had to be dissolved, while simultaneously plotting how he would slaughter Song Xiuyuan once he got out.

After a long while, his struggles proved futile. Because he was too weak, he could not channel any spells, leaving him like meat on a chopping board to be slaughtered at will. Closing his eyes with a tragic heroism that screamed that if he did not enter hell, no one would, he was forced to swallow the medicine as Rong Nianfeng pinched his jaws open.

“If I die, the entire Xuantian Sword Sect will never let you off! You poisonous woman! You poisonous snake of a woman!” The corners of Ye Xingchen’s eyes flushed deep red, and with a sharp cry, he spat out several more mouthfuls of blood.

Rong Nianfeng replied half-heartedly, “Oh, I am so scared.”

He was not in a hurry to leave after administering the medicine. Instead, he wanted to observe Ye Xingchen’s reaction.

He had obtained this medicine from Immortal Venerable Wuji. Although Immortal Venerable Wuji’s expression had shifted slightly at the request, the master had still understandingly pulled it out from his chest of hidden treasures, and even the way he looked at Rong Nianfeng had changed entirely.

Shaking his head, the master had only left him with one sentence, “Ultimately, it is you who has suffered.”

Rong Nianfeng silently lit a candle of sympathy for Ye Xingchen in his heart, hoping that Immortal Venerable Wuji would keep his mouth shut. Otherwise, if word got out, where would Ye Xingchen hide his face?

The death by poisoning that Ye Xingchen had imagined did not come to pass. On the contrary, his sea of consciousness felt much better, no longer as agonizing as before, and he could even feel the spiritual energy flowing through his body’s meridians.

However, after a little while longer, his entire body became so hot it felt as though it were catching fire, and his palms began to burn. An unspeakable sensation rushed toward his lower abdomen.

Even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen a pig run. Ye Xingchen’s breathing grew somewhat heavy, and his forehead was already drenched in a layer of sweat. Gritting his teeth, he articulated every single word, “Rong Nianxue, you actually! You actually fed me such a filthy substance just to force me to submit to you!”

Anger attacked his heart. Along with his light coughing, his chest heaved up and down, causing his robes to fall slightly open and reveal glimpses of his fair skin.

Rong Nianfeng clicked his tongue. “For someone so sickly, your physique is actually quite good.”

He stood up, staring intently at Ye Xingchen’s lower half, and asked, “How is it? Do you feel anything?”

Ye Xingchen bit his lip, trembling. “You, you, you!”

Rong Nianfeng smiled wretchedly. “Me, me, me.”

The sight of his gloating made Ye Xingchen’s eyes turn red with resentment. From childhood to adulthood, he had always been the favored pride of heaven in his sect, and he had never encountered anyone so utterly shameless.

“Even if I die today, I will never yield to you!” His expression looked as though if Rong Nianfeng dared to do anything to him, he would heroically embrace death the very next second.

It seems to be somewhat effective, Rong Nianfeng thought to himself.

“Wah, Brother Xingchen really is terribly unpleasant.”

Then, Ye Xingchen watched with wide eyes as Rong Nianfeng scampered away with dainty, minced steps.

Ye Xingchen let out a massive sigh of relief, thinking with a sense of weariness toward life that this woman actually loved him to such a desperate extent.

He was confined in the room by Rong Nianfeng under this forced love for several more days, and he eventually grew accustomed to drinking the medicine promptly every morning.

He did not know if it was just his imagination, but he felt as though his body truly had gotten a bit better. It was truly like seeing a ghost.

It wasn’t until the eve of the new disciple recruitment that Rong Nianfeng suddenly retracted the Immortal-Binding Chain holding him. “I have calculated with my fingers, and Brother Xingchen has a monumentally important matter to attend to today.”

Ye Xingchen’s face was full of suspicion, but since he could finally stretch his muscles and bones, he naturally slipped away as fast as lightning.

Little did he know that behind him, Rong Nianfeng’s eyes were curled with immense amusement.

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