Chapter 184: The Zhangs’ Absurd Request

BOOM!

For a moment, Yang Xun stood rooted to the spot as if struck by lightning, his face a mask of disbelief. He couldn’t find the words to describe what he was feeling.

This was too ridiculous!

’Zhang Hui, her husband, was actually asking him—with his own mouth—to sleep with his wife?’

’And in front of the elders, no less!’

Meanwhile, her parents-in-law, Zhang Bo and Jia Yajie, and the Zhang Family patriarch, Zhang Jingshi, all stood nearby. Despite their grim expressions, their eyes held an undeniable plea as they stared at him in unison.

"Brother Hui, absolutely not!"

Yang Xun snapped back to his senses and stumbled back two steps, shaking his head vigorously. "This is insane!" he said resolutely. "Teacher Murong is your wife! How could I do something so monstrous? If word of this got out, what would happen to the Zhang Family’s reputation? How could I ever face any of you again?"

"Divine Doctor Yang, I’m begging you!"

Zhang Hui’s eyes were bloodshot, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

His knees suddenly went weak, and he looked as if he was about to fall to his knees before Yang Xun. "What’s reputation? What’s a man’s pride?" he pleaded hoarsely. "As long as it saves Weiwei’s life, I don’t care about anything else! You saw what happened. Besides you, a Cultivator, there’s no way for us ordinary people to save her!"

"Yang Xiaoyou, a healer’s heart is a benevolent one, and desperate times call for desperate measures."

Zhang Jingshi let out a long sigh, taking a step forward while leaning on his cane and bowing deeply. "The Zhang Family will owe you a debt so great it can never be repaid. I implore you, please save my granddaughter-in-law’s life!"

Though Zhang Bo and Jia Yajie felt utterly humiliated, they could only lower their heads and join the plea.

Watching this absurd yet incredibly somber scene unfold, a storm raged within Yang Xun’s heart.

He turned his head to look at the bed. Murong Wei was being tormented by the conflicting True Qi of ice and fire to the point where her consciousness was fading. She had bitten her lip until it bled. One moment, frost would form on her skin; the next, she would be steaming with scorching white vapor. She was clearly on the brink of collapse.

If this dragged on any longer, Murong Wei’s meridians would truly shatter, and her body would explode.

"Sigh..."

Yang Xun let out a heavy sigh. His fists clenched and unclenched before he finally gritted his teeth. "Fine, I’ll do it!"

Hearing Yang Xun agree, Zhang Hui sagged with relief. Then, forcing himself to endure his bleeding heart, he left the room with his parents and grandfather.

CLICK. The door was shut tight.

Suddenly, only Yang Xun and Murong Wei were left in the room.

The atmosphere instantly became incredibly awkward. It felt as if the very air had frozen solid.

Yang Xun stood by the bed, watching Murong Wei writhe in agony. For a moment, he had no idea what to do.

"Xiaoxun..."

Just then, Murong Wei struggled to open her eyes. They were bloodshot and filled with pain. She weakly held out a hand, her voice a trembling murmur. "So cold... and so hot... Xiaoxun, can you... hold me?"

Hearing the sob in his teacher’s plea, Yang Xun’s heart softened, and he cast aside all thoughts of awkwardness.

He rushed to the bedside, leaned down, and pulled Murong Wei—quilt and all—tightly into his embrace.

The instant he touched her, Yang Xun sucked in a sharp breath.

Murong Wei’s body was like a runaway reactor. The left half of her body was as scorching as a red-hot branding iron, while the right half was as frigid as millennia-old ice.

However, the moment Yang Xun embraced her, the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique within him seemed to sense this frenzied energy and began to circulate automatically in his Dantian.

A wisp of gentle True Qi flowed from his skin to hers, slowly seeping into Murong Wei’s body.

"Ngh..."

A shiver ran through Murong Wei. As she felt the gentle True Qi flow into her, the tearing sensation inside her body miraculously eased.

The feeling of relief was like rain after a long drought, and Murong Wei clung to it like a drowning person to a lifeline.

She suddenly lifted her head, her exquisitely beautiful face drawing close to his. Tilting her chin up, she pressed her lips against Yang Xun’s!

Yang Xun’s eyes flew wide, his mind going completely blank.

Murong Wei’s lips were a strange mix of icy cold and scalding heat. She had no technique, kissing him with a frantic, instinctual desperation.

As their lips and teeth met, Yang Xun’s True Qi flowed unceasingly into her body, soothing the rampaging energies of extreme heat and cold.

Just moments ago, Murong Wei had been in unbearable agony. But after kissing Yang Xun, her body felt much lighter, and the pain that had threatened to tear her apart was rapidly fading.

This gave her a glimmer of hope. Her hands instinctively wrapped tightly around Yang Xun’s neck, and she kissed him even more forcefully, even parting his lips with her tongue to deepen the kiss.

Yang Xun was a healthy young man in his prime. Being kissed so passionately by such a stunning, mature woman—how could he possibly restrain himself? He immediately switched from passive to active, returning her fervor.

And just like that, the two began to tumble on the bed.

As their passionate kisses deepened, the temperature in the room seemed to climb.

Yang Xun’s hand slid down Murong Wei’s spine, and everywhere it passed, the frost and scorching heat were neutralized by his True Qi.

As they tumbled together, their breaths grew ragged and their movements bolder.

Yang Xun reached out, unfastened Murong Wei’s clothes, and slowly peeled off the sweat-soaked fabric.

A perfect, voluptuous body with skin as fair as jade was laid bare before his eyes.

Though Murong Wei was mortified, she did it to survive—to completely resolve the crisis within her. Biting her lip, she used her trembling hands to help strip away Yang Xun’s clothes.

"Xiaoxun, quick... Give it to me!"

After a round of gentle yet passionate foreplay, Murong Wei’s body had melted with desire. Her eyes were hazy, her face flushed like a peach blossom.

"Alright... Here I come!!"

Yang Xun took a deep breath, circulated the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique to bring himself to his peak state, then slowly lowered himself down.

"Ah..."

A soft cry she couldn’t suppress escaped Murong Wei’s lips.