Chapter 117
Chapter 117: Partridge Soars to the Sky in Qingyang (Part 3)
Caught off guard, Si Cang Qing was slammed against the stone wall beside the hot spring pool, his arms
restrained, as the other person's scalding body pressed against him.
"Qi Shuangran!" Si Cang Qing warned coldly.
Unfortunately, the warning went unheard. Seemingly suddenly enraged, Qi Shuangran possessed extraordinary
strength, his eyes bloodshot, his breathing rapid. He pressed down on Si Cang Qing, pressing his body tightly
against his, his fiery lips biting wildly at his shoulder blades and neck.
With a sudden burst of strength, his wrists broke free of the restraints. Si Cang Qing slid slightly, striking
Qi Shuangran in the abdomen with his knee, then shoving him away. Seeing this, Qi Shuangran reacted swiftly,
dodging the attack, his underwater foot sweeping out and hooking Si Cang Qing's leg. His hands, not idle,
created a current, striking the other person directly.
With nimble feet, Si Cang Qing swiftly dodged, his palm strike colliding directly with the oncoming water.
Waves surged high, crashing against the banks of the hot spring with a deafening roar.
Cheng Tian Yang, waiting outside, heard the commotion and quickly rose, approaching the screen. He hesitated,
considering checking, but then heard silence return inside. Frowning slightly, he ultimately didn't go in, sighing
softly before returning to his seat to resume his work.
"Qi Shuangran!"
Another shout, still to no avail. Si Cang Qing's toes touched the stone wall, and with a leap, landed behind
Qi Shuangran, pinning his arms and body in the same manner.
The abnormal body temperature and disordered breathing indicated that something was wrong.
"Don't move!" Si Cang Qing commanded coldly, pressing Qi Shuangran down tightly, his fingers once again
probing the other's pulse.
Whether he heard Si Cang Qing's words or not, Qi Shuangran actually quieted down, obeying the other's actions.
But after a short while, he became unruly again, burying his head in the other's shoulder and gently biting it.
Without paying heed to this man's recklessness, Si Cang Qing frowned, momentarily at a loss. This man truly
couldn't bear the strain of repeated spiritual cultivation sessions. During such sessions, their inner energies merged
into one, rapidly amplifying both their powers—perfect for Si Cang Qing, whose cultivation was higher. But for
Qi Shuangran, it made it difficult to stabilize his inner breath even in the short term.
“Qing...”
The whispering call, a low voice, sounded exceptionally tantalizing amidst the swirling steam. Gone was her
usual arrogance and tyranny. Qi Shuangran, half-closing his eyes, seemed to be struggling against the intense heat
within his body. Unconsciously, he pressed herself against Si Cang Qing's body and began rubbing against him
forcefully.
Both lay completely naked, the steam from the hot spring enveloping them as their bodies repeatedly rubbed
together... Heavy, ragged breaths gradually filled the air, spreading like mist.
“Quiet!” Si Cang Qing commanded in a deep voice, one hand restraining the other's restless movements while
the other pressed firmly against his palm, working to steady his turbulent qi and inner energy.
It was futile trying to reason with someone whose senses were clouded. Qi Shuangran paused briefly before
twisting even more intensely, his face flushing deeper.
His hot breath brushed against his ear, and beneath him came the urgent friction. Si Cang Qing pressed his lips
tightly together, a faint ripple stirring in his usually icy gaze. Yet he remained unmoved, his grip on the other's
hand unwavering as he channeled a steady stream of true energy into the palm. Just then, the man's rebellious lips
trailed down his neck, teeth gently nibbling at his jaw.
A tingling sensation suddenly surged into his heart.
Slowly channeling his energy, Si Cang Qing’s expression betrayed a hint of helplessness. His usually calm and
unruffled mind now focused solely on helping this man regulate his qi and blood.
Such was the nature of unfulfilled desires. Just as Si Cang Qing felt he could withdraw his energy, the moment
he released his grip, he was flipped over once more and pinned against the stone wall.
As he lifted his head, the other's face drew near.
A fiery kiss sealed Si Cang Qing's lips.
The hand hanging at his side clenched into a fist with barely restrained fury—had he not considered that the man
had nearly suffered a backflow of qi and blood moments ago, leaving him physically weakened, Si Cang Qing
would have struck out long ago.
Yet in some minds, the concept of knowing when to stop simply does not exist. Such restraint only encourages
the other to act with impunity.
Turning his head away, Si Cang Qing blocked the other's advance with his arm, his voice cold. “Qi Shuangran,
don't push your luck!”
At this, the man chuckled deeply. His other hand swept out, aiming to dislodge Si Cang Qing’s blocking arm,
his voice seductive as he murmured, “Qingqing, you were the one who tempted me...”
It seemed this man had finally regained his senses. Without further courtesy, Si Cang Qing finally struck out with
a palm strike, only to have it caught steadily by the other.
“Food that's already in my mouth, I never hesitate to devour...” Qi Shuangran spoke as he seized Si Cang Qing's
wrist and pulled it toward him, pressing his body even closer.
Ceasing his attack, Si Cang Qing merely stared at the man with wavering eyes, frozen in place.
“Hmph...” Paying no heed to his thoughts, Qi Shuangran leaned in to kiss Si Cang Qing's neck, his tongue
teasingly tracing the skin. His hands weren't idle either, his fingertips drawing suggestive patterns across the
other's body as he murmured, “Qingqing, just surrender to this bliss...”
◇Cang◇Huan◇Qi◇Gong◇
“Si Cang Qing!”
Lost in passion, Qi Shuangran abruptly flipped over, only to find himself pinned beneath Si Cang Qing. His back
pressed against the smooth stone wall as he glared at the man restraining him, anger rising. “What do you think
you're doing!”
Si Cang Qing gave him a faint, dismissive glance, saying nothing more. He simply mimicked the actions
Qi Shuangran had performed moments before.
“You...”
Qi Shuangran froze momentarily, observing the man's usually stern features softened by the steamy air.
Yet the cold detachment remained, as if devoid of emotion or desire—were it not for their tightly pressed bodies,
clearly sensing each other's warmth.
Suddenly understanding his intent, Qi Shuangran didn't grow angry but smiled instead, his hands and feet moving
in unison.
In an instant, the hot spring pool erupted with splashing water. Their movements came and went, resembling a
fight yet also playful, intensely fierce. As they swung palms and fists, waves of true qi surged, churning up ripples
that tore at the surrounding gauze curtains.
With a sudden burst of strength, he slammed down on the man, his hands restraining his arms. Si Cang Qing
stared intently at the face beneath him, his own breathing becoming erratic.
Their naked bodies pressed tightly together—not a single inch apart.
Exhausted from the exertion, Qi Shuangran, suddenly pinned down, lifted his gaze and glared at Si Cang Qing
with displeasure.
As their eyes met, the earlier tension seemed to dissipate instantly. The two, who had never gotten along, fell
simultaneously silent in this strange situation.
As if bewitched, after a moment of stunned silence, Qi Shuangran lifted his chin slightly. Their lips met.
This single act, tantalizing as a tease, ignited a sudden, fierce flame between them. Their initial conflict vanished
from their minds. Even the usually composed Si Cang Qing forgot his original intent to teach this arrogant man a
lesson.
The whirlwind and waves within the hot spring pool suddenly subsided. In their place came a gentle, melting
spring breeze and soft rain, all rhythms returning to their primal, exquisite harmony...
Behind the screen, Cheng Tian Yang stood with a calm expression, though the hand at his side had long since
clenched into a tight fist.
The commotion inside had been too intense. He couldn't hold back any longer and was about to burst in to
investigate when... a heavy, ragged gasp echoed from within. Swiveling abruptly, he walked out at a measured
pace, the suppressed moans lingering in his ears, refusing to fade.
Stepping outside, Cheng Tian Yang gave a faint order to the guards: “Keep a close watch.” Then he strode away
from the place.
...Si Cang Qing must be fine now. There was no need for him to remain here.
The setting sun cast its last rays.
In the western sky, a blood-red glow burned fiercely. Cheng Tian Yang gradually slowed his pace until he finally
stopped, staring blankly into the unknown distance.
Furrowing his brow slightly, Si Cang Qing pressed his lips together as he looked at the person slumped asleep in
his arms. The handsome face still bore traces of a passionate flush, the lips an unusually vivid hue.
How had things... come to this?
By now, Si Cang Qing understood, at least to some extent, that such matters weren't something just any two
people could engage in. In worldly terms, it should be… marital relations, right?
He raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples. Si Cang Qing bent down and lifted the person, clad only in an
outer robe. No matter what, he should at least carry him back to his room to rest—after everything that had
happened today, this man had clearly exhausted himself. Otherwise, he wouldn't be sleeping so defenselessly
right now.
The care and tenderness in his movements were impossible to overlook. Si Cang Qing carried the man out,
occasionally glancing down at Qi Shuangran's sleeping face—it seemed that whenever he encountered this man,
unexpected events would unfold.
A faint sense of helplessness rose in his heart, mingled with an inexplicable, slightly fluttering emotion.
Returning to Qi Shuangran's room, Si Cang Qing laid him gently on the bed, tucked the covers around him, and
meticulously attended to every detail. He instructed servants to keep watch before heading back to his own
quarters.
Night quietly drew its curtain.
Pushing open the door, darkness greeted him inside. Si Cang Qing paused, suddenly realizing he hadn't seen
Cheng Tian Yang since leaving the hot spring pool earlier. Calling for candles to be lit, he stopped the guard
who was about to withdraw. “Where is Yang?”
The guard respectfully replied, “Your Highness the West Empress left with His Majesty the Emperor at noon,
and has not returned since.”
Puzzled, Si Cang Qing did not press further. He merely signaled for the guard to withdraw before turning and
heading outside himself.
Moonlight spilled in fragments across the mortal world.
Si Cang Qing halted abruptly, staring blankly at the empty courtyard ahead. There, a figure of breathtaking
beauty danced—it was Cheng Tian Yang.
His sleeves flung out with force, tracing elegant arcs through the air before dancing wildly in the night breeze
as he spun and leapt.
Within the secluded courtyard, an exquisite dance unfolded—like the ultimate splendor unfurling amidst ten
zhang of soft red brocade.
Beautiful yet desolate, enchanting yet despairing.
Si Cang Qing watched in silence, not uttering a single sound.
“Your Majesty!”
Cheng Tian Yang turned and saw Si Cang Qing standing there. He strode over, his smile gentle and soothing.
“You're back!”
Moonlight bathed his exquisite face, making it seem hazy and unreal.
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