Chapter 370: Change Positions and Do It Again

Warning: Some sexual content at the end

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Priest Wang’s expression grew more pained. “Don’t lie to Grandfather. The way you were walking just now was off. Come, let me take a look.”

Even though he was her grandfather, she was still a girl. Wang Cuihua anxiously backed away, not wanting Priest Wang to check her injury, and definitely not wanting him to find out that her only injury was from Ye Wenxin’s spanking.

“Child, I am your grandfather.”

“That’s why I can’t show you.”

Wang Cuihua was on the verge of tears, cursing Ye Wenxin for choosing such a private spot to hit, making it impossible to explain. Priest Wang, feeling hurt, nodded but then added, “How about this? Let Grandmaster take a look. She knows a bit of medicine.”

With repeated urgings from Priest Wang, Wang Cuihua grew even more upset, but didn’t dare protest further. She half-heartedly agreed and quickly ran off. Priest Wang, still feeling uneasy, sighed and then went to find Ye Wenxin, bringing up the matter with her.

Ye Wenxin had a grin on her face. Spanking Wang Cuihua’s butt was a well-measured matter, and she was confident that Wang Cuihua wouldn’t divulge such an embarrassing incident to Priest Wang. Face beaming, she exchanged pleasantries with Priest Wang, feeling that her acting skills had improved significantly…

Night fell once more, and outside Yangzhou City, the scene remained lively. The movements of the feishi and jiangshi grew more frantic, yet the city walls stood firm. The effectiveness of Ye Wenxin’s talisman gave Priest Wang greater confidence that they could hold out for a month under such circumstances.

The jiangshi-infested city had delayed Ye Wenxin and her companions. Simultaneously, she also confirmed that the route through Yangzhou City was impassable. After discussing with Hei Haowen and Gu Xiangsi, they ultimately decided to take the longer route by sea, using the Phoenix Fire to reach the Southern Dipper Temple.

It would be a substantial detour, but with the sea surrounding Yangzhou City on two sides, and the city itself being strategically advantageous for defense, the sea route was the quickest solution to Ye Wenxin’s predicament. Although they could choose to directly fly over the city, the barrier would prevent them from exiting even after reaching the other side.

After much contemplation, they finally decided on the sea route. Unexpectedly, when Ye Wenxin mentioned her group’s departure, Priest Wang insisted that Wang Cuihua accompany them.

“Miss Cuihua is still injured. How could she possibly travel with us?” Ye Wenxin looked troubled, but she truly didn’t want Wang Cuihua to go with them to the Southern Temple.

Firstly, Wang Cuihua had no value. Secondly, Ye Wenxin felt that there was some sort of conspiracy behind Wang Cuihua’s actions. It reminded her of some villains’ most favorite scheme—constantly try to sow discord among the protagonist and their friends. Although Wang Cuihua’s luck showed no change, Ye Wenxin sensed that her provocations had pushed the girl towards a villainous role.

To prevent any melodramatic plot developments, Ye Wenxin refused the suggestion.

Now, it was already late at night, and Priest Wang who had come to visit looked even more embarrassed, not understanding why Wang Cuihua had suddenly changed her mind and insisted on following Ye Wenxin to the Southern Dipper Temple. However, knowing that Ye Wenxin was truly capable, he strongly urged her to take Wang Cuihua along, hoping that Wang Cuihua could learn from her.

Aside from kneeling once more, Priest Wang had exhausted all his options.

Seeing that all his attempts had failed, Priest Wang resolved to perform the fourth bow in this lifetime. At this point, Ye Wenxin’s resigned voice interrupted, “Fine, I’ll take Miss Cuihua with me. But you must understand, the Southern Dipper Temple is a place of strict Buddhist rules. You must ensure that if you accompany me, you will follow all my instructions.”

Ye Wenxin’s gaze shifted to Wang Cuihua, whose eyes darted around as if she were plotting something sketchy. With over fifty years of understanding concerning villains, Ye Wenxin was certain that Wang Cuihua was plotting to take revenge for today’s spanking, and would likely try to sabotage her at the Southern Dipper Temple.

“Of course, I will follow Grandmaster’s instructions,” Wang Cuihua agreed readily, which only made Ye Wenxin more apprehensive. Yet, Wang Cuihua couldn’t stir up trouble no matter what, so Ye Wenxin reluctantly accepted.

Priest Wang, elated, performed another bow, which only added to Ye Wenxin’s headache. After exchanging many pleasantries, she finally ushered the grandfather and granddaughter duo out of the tent…

Peace finally returned within the previously lively tent. Ye Wenxin lay among the bedrolls, and then saw the Yin-Yang ghosts emerge from the umbrella sword.

“The annoying grandfather and granddaughter have finally left.” Ghost Mother seemed to dislike the two. As she appeared, Furball followed, eager to snuggle up to Ye Wenxin but was deterred by Ghost Mother’s disapproving glare.

Ye Wenxin, while lounging lazily, addressed the Yin-Yang ghosts. “Since I’ve killed those feishi today, there is more than enough Yin energy. You two can absorb a bit more tonight.” She had used Flower Burial to gather Yin energy, worried that her own supply might be depleted. As the Yin-Yang ghosts had been performing well these last few days, she decided to give them a little reward.

The ghosts were overjoyed. Ghost Mother hurried over and aggressively claimed Ye Wenxin’s lips first, her cold tongue surprisingly provoking some heat in Ye Wenxin. Sword Ghost, slower in her approach, observed the best spot already taken and then proceeded to advance towards Ye Wenxin’s other available lips.

Ye Wenxin had been enjoying the moment until Sword Ghost’s actions startled her. She sat up abruptly, only to find Sword Ghost wearing an innocent expression, seemingly puzzled by her reaction.

Ghost Mother glanced lazily at Sword Ghost and remarked, “You still say I’m lacking, but look at you absorbing less Yin energy than me from that spot.”

It seemed they didn’t fully understand the dynamics, just focusing on where the Yin energy was strongest. Ye Wenxin felt extremely awkward, but understood that Sword Ghost must have observed her and Jin Xiaoqin wrestling, so she made a mental note of it.

“Did I do something wrong? This Yin energy feels so delicious.” Sword Ghost looked genuinely innocent. She pulled Ghost Mother closer, inviting her to taste the second source of Yin energy.

Ye Wenxin watched as the Yin-Yang ghosts crawled before her, falling over each other in their eagerness to savor the new sensation from the second source. The cool touch of their tongues made Ye Wenxin shiver, but she offered little resistance, allowing them to bring her to that soaring state again.

Still not satisfied, Ye Wenxin used the excuse of searching for the Yin-Yang Pearls to draw the Ying-Yang ghosts to their peaks several times.

After a thorough exchange of pleasure, the Yin-Yang ghosts’ affection for Ye Wenxin grew. They chose not to return to the umbrella sword, but curled up in her embrace and fell asleep.

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TL: Ahem, I can’t use any explicit terms for the Big O bcs author wrote it like that. If you’re wondering, author specifically used the word ‘fly’. Well, Wenxin sure is taking things in stride now.