Chapter 387 - 281: Tang Wen: The Weakness Is Too Strong, I’m Not a Lecher

Chapter 387: Chapter 281: Tang Wen: The Weakness Is Too Strong, I’m Not a Lecher

With that, he flicked his sleeve and turned away with a flourish.

Tang Wen had no choice but to promise that he would bring both White Tigers with him.

If things got out of hand, he would immediately subdue the Queen and bring her back safely.

General Zhou and the others reluctantly nodded.

There was no time to lose.

After the meal was finished,

Tang Wen, Xia Qingge, Hu Qi, and Hu Ershiyi ascended into the air under the cover of night.

Fifth-Grade White Tigers were prideful creatures.

Hu Ershiyi refused to let Xia Qingge, a mere Sixth-Grade cultivator, ride on its back.

It shot off in a flash, using the excuse, "I’ll go scout ahead."

Even a child knew it was an excuse.

The sky was wide open; there was no need for scouting.

So, Tang Wen had to promise Hu Qi several delicious meals.

Hu Qi figured, ’What’s the difference between one rider and two passengers?’

It reluctantly agreed to carry both Tang Wen and Xia Qingge.

Above the rooftops, Xia Qingge, now dressed in black, sat in front of Tang Wen with a queenly air about her.

Her expression was cool and collected. She gave a steady wave, her voice calm. "Hold down the fort. We’ll bring back the grain."

General Zhou quickly interjected, "If it proves impossible, come back immediately."

Xia Qingge adopted the air of a cool, older woman. "Don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on Little Tang and make sure he doesn’t do anything reckless!"

Everyone was speechless.

Stroking the White Tiger’s fur, Tang Wen sighed silently. "Don’t worry."

’With me and a White Tiger at the Peak of Fifth Grade, what’s there to worry about?’

Hu Qi accelerated, leaving Flame Camp far behind.

The moment they were clear of the camp, Xia Qingge threw her arms wide and let out a joyous, childlike cry.

"WOOHOO! We’re flying, we’re flying! Ah Qi, faster!"

Tang Wen and Hu Qi were both speechless.

"Do a barrel roll! A loop-the-loop! You don’t know how? Well, just flying faster is fine too."

"Childish!" Tang Wen scoffed.

The Queen glanced back at him, annoyed.

A moment later, Tang Wen couldn’t resist. "Ah Qi—no, Sister Qi, how about you try some trick flying! It’s not for me, you see, it’s to humor her. Siiigh..."

The last syllable of his sigh was stretched out by Hu Qi’s sudden, insane burst of speed.

A white streak, like a rainbow, flashed across the sky.

The Wind Shield that Hu Qi had specially maintained in front of them vanished.

The head-on gale nearly threw them both off its back.

"Yes! Faster, faster!"

Xia Qingge’s lovely eyes sparkled. She lay flat against the White Tiger’s back, her full, round chest pressing into soft curves.

She narrowed her eyes, dug her hands into Ah Qi’s thick fur, and yelled with delight.

She was like a young girl again.

Tang Wen was in a tight spot. He looked at the perfectly curved body in front of him. If he lay down too...

...he would be pressed right up against her back.

He drew a sharp breath.

’Can’t think about it.’

’Must not think about it.’

He squeezed his legs together with all his might, trying to keep his balance.

But how could he so easily resist the gale-force winds generated by a Fifth-Grade’s speed?

His body tilted back uncontrollably.

Just as he was about to lose his grip...

Suddenly, Xia Qingge reached back, grabbed his arm, and grumbled, "You’re so clumsy! Why don’t you just lean forward?

"How can I entrust Bing’Er to you when you’re this helpless?"

She finished with a sigh to herself.

She looked utterly exasperated.

Tang Wen rolled his eyes. After a moment’s thought, he adjusted his position, lying down as far behind her as he could.

To be precise, he turned his head to the side, his cheek pressing against the small of her back through her black riding attire.

His hands reached forward, under her shoulders, to grip Hu Qi’s fur.

’This kid’s face is burning up,’ Xia Qingge thought, resisting the urge to squirm. She found it inexplicably strange.

’Something feels off.’

Then, Tang Wen’s even, deep breaths passed through the thin fabric, ghosting over the small of her back and the curve of her bottom. She felt even stranger.

If she didn’t count the time Tang Wen had burst into her bathroom, this was the first time Xia Qingge had ever been in such intimate contact with a man.

’Why is this brat’s breathing affecting me more than the fierce wind in my face? It makes no sense!’ she wondered.

Tang Wen felt her waist, full of surprising elasticity, tense up.

He tried his best to ignore the perfect moon right under his eyelids.

But that was easier said than done.

Countless sages and great men had been led astray by beauty.

And in the end, the best they could do was swear off wine!

He couldn’t help but recall the bathroom, remembering the near-perfect scenery he had witnessed that night.

’Stop!’

’Stop it right now!’

Tang Wen took several quick, deep breaths.

But he was surprised to find that this only made Xia Qingge’s body grow even more rigid.

’That brat! Is he doing this on purpose?!’

Not counting her shoes and socks, she was wearing four layers of clothing.

Her riding attire was a top and bottom, which counted as two.

And right now, the thinnest layer beneath her pants seemed to feel the warmth of Tang Wen’s breath.

How could she not be startled and nervous?

The massive White Tiger plunged into a layer of clouds.

The two of them found it novel for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, they burst out of the clouds again.

Tang Wen was once again confronted with his weakness. To avoid embarrassing himself in mid-air, he decided to endure the "pain" of ignoring the scenery before him and began to practice his Spiritual Meditation Method.

The wind howled in his ears, and her fragrance filled his nostrils.

After just half an hour, he opened his eyes, pleasantly surprised.

Spiritual Meditation Method +39.

’Even after my Spiritual Power has reached Great Success, I can still gain this much experience in such a short time?’

’Is this the benefit of challenging my own weakness?’

The White Tiger had not yet reached its destination.

Tang Wen closed his eyes and, with a clear conscience, rested his head on her lovely waistline to continue tempering his Spiritual Power.

’Hm? Wait a minute.’

He snapped his eyes open, a flicker of panic in their depths.

’Based on my past training experience, once I start tempering a weakness...’

’...my resistance to that weakness grows stronger...’

’...and the Experience Points I gain will become less and less.’

’By that logic, does this mean that in the future, I’ll be completely unmoved in the face of a beautiful woman?’

’No way... right?!’

’What would be the point of living then?’

’Ahem!’

’I mean, how could I pursue a great and epic love?’

A rare, conflicted expression appeared on Tang Wen’s face.

This matter was far too important to him.

So important that he had to figure it out right away.

After some thought, he braved the "strange danger" and meditated for another half an hour.

When he finished, he immediately summoned the Experience Panel.

Spiritual Meditation Method +40.

’It didn’t decrease, it increased?’

Tang Wen’s eyes lit up.

But one experiment didn’t prove anything.

At most, it only proved that his weakness was just too... "weak."

In other words—he was just too "lecherous."

He adjusted his posture, switching his head so his right cheek now rested on her waist, his neck sinking into pillowy softness.

He took a deep breath.

The warm air seeped through her clothing.

It followed the rises and falls of her figure, reaching places it shouldn’t.

Xia Qingge’s heart skipped a beat, and her toes curled slightly.

Her slender, fair neck arched, and her phoenix-like eyes grew hazy.

’What an unprecedented thrill!’

’But, this isn’t right,’ she thought.

’It’s not as if my body hasn’t felt the wind before.’

She tilted her head for a peek, confirming that she was, in fact, wearing pants.

’A bit thin, maybe.’

’But they’re still pants.’

’After all, on hot summer nights, she’d often flown through the pre-dawn sky in a skirt just to cool off.’

’Now *that* was breezy. Where on my body *hadn’t* the wind blown?’

’So why does a single breath from this brat make me... so sensitive?’

She opened her mouth to say something but held her tongue.

Tang Wen’s breathing evened out again.

She gradually relaxed.

A third half-hour passed.

Meditation complete: Experience +45.

Tang Wen was stunned. Huge question marks popped up in his mind.

’What does this mean?’

’Why am I getting more and more experience?’

’Thinking back, it wasn’t the first time this had happened.’

’But that was when I increased the difficulty.’

’For example, if I started training with a five-hundred-pound weight and got 30 Experience Points...’

’...adding more weight on the next round would grant even more experience.’

Tang Wen suddenly understood.

’The Experience Panel must think I’m overcoming more difficult conditions to complete my training, so it’s giving me more experience!’

’But the condition I’m supposed to be overcoming this time is... my own lecherousness!’

’Does that mean my lust is getting stronger each time?’

His expression slowly stiffened.

His breathing grew heavy.

Consequently, the waist Tang Wen was using as a pillow also began to stiffen.

Xia Qingge’s mind was also full of question marks as she resentfully plotted her revenge.

’On the way back, I’m going to be the one in the back.’

’We’ll see how *he* likes it then! I’ll torture him!’

Tang Wen closed his eyes to train, then opened them again.

Meditation complete: Experience +45.

’Lust level: stable.’

Meditation complete: Experience +47.

’Lust level: rising.’

But Tang Wen had an excuse: ’I’ve just been sitting with my legs spread for too long! It’s just mechanical muscle stimulation causing a physiological reaction, which is intensifying my desire! That’s all!’

’I’m not a pervert.’

He didn’t close his eyes again, but not because he was afraid of his "lust level" rising.

It was because they had arrived.

Below them, a river snaked its way through the landscape, bustling with boats.

From his interrogation of the steward at the Huang Family Stone Water Camp, Tang Wen knew that the grain they had secretly sold was all transported to this very pier.