Chapter 891: Young People Should Practice Moderation

Chapter 891: Chapter 891: Young People Should Practice Moderation

"Didn’t we suppress it last night? How could it turn out like this?"

Feng Jiuge’s voice was trembling, her beautiful eyes filled with worry and confusion.

"The Blood Soul Curse is more troublesome than I thought. It has rooted in my body, absorbed my True Qi and vital essence, and can even devour and refine Source Energy to strengthen itself."

Yang Cheng said with a bitter smile.

"Even though last night my cultivation had already reached the Peak of the Ninth Layer of Foundation Establishment Realm, now I can’t even reach the strength of the Seventh Layer."

Feng Jiuge bit her lip, reached out to press on Yang Cheng’s chest, and injected a strand of True Qi into him to examine his physical condition.

Moments later, her expression became even more grim.

"True Qi is depleted, and the power of the Blood Soul Curse has penetrated your internal organs. If this continues, in a month at most, you will..."

She didn’t finish, but the meaning was clear.

"A month, that’s enough."

Yang Cheng’s tone was calm, but a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

Feng Jiuge still furrowed her brows and asked, "In a month, where can we find Earth Core Fire and Celestial Flower Stone Marrow? Those two are legendary spiritual objects, and even a year might not be enough to find them if luck isn’t on our side!"

Yang Cheng held her hand and gently squeezed it, "Sister Feng, I refuse to believe a mere Blood Soul Curse can trap me. If it comes to it, I’ll abandon my cultivation and see what it can absorb then!"

"But you’ve worked hard to break through to the Ninth Layer of Foundation Establishment Realm. If you abandon your cultivation, you’ll no longer be a cultivator."

Thinking of this, Feng Jiuge felt a pang at her nose, worried for Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng looked at her expression, his heart softened, and he reached out to hold her in his arms, "Sister Feng, don’t worry. As long as there’s life, there’s hope. There’ll always be a way."

Feng Jiuge leaned against him, feeling the warmth from his chest, easing some of her worries.

"Hmm... Brother Cheng, Sister Feng, you woke up so early."

At that moment, Jiang Yu turned over and opened her eyes drowsily.

Yang Cheng released Feng Jiuge and turned toward Jiang Yu, noticing her rosy cheeks, her whole demeanor radiant like a blooming flower.

"Yu, how are you feeling physically?"

He asked.

Jiang Yu sat up, stretched lazily, and the red marks on her chest made Yang Cheng a bit awkward.

She smiled and said, "Very good, it’s like a heavy stone lifted off, I’ve got strength now, I feel like I could go for a run."

Yang Cheng chuckled, put his hand on her pulse, checking her internal condition.

Her meridians were clear, blood was abundant, the Rabbit Source Qi completely disappeared, her recovery was swift.

"You are healed, henceforth you will be just like a normal girl."

"Great! Thank you, Brother Cheng, for saving me!"

Jiang Yu exclaimed, throwing herself into Yang Cheng’s arms, hugging him tightly.

Yang Cheng gently patted her back, his lips slightly curled.

"Alright, alright, stop hugging him. He’s still hurt."

Feng Jiuge reached out and pulled Jiang Yu away, pointing at the mark on Yang Cheng’s chest, somewhat displeased, "Look, to save you, his curse spread further."

Jiang Yu glanced down, gasped in surprise, her beautiful eyes filled with terror.

The mark was as big as a bowl, covered in blood-red patterns, looking particularly horrific like some ancient evil totem.

"Sister Feng, don’t scare her. It’s not her fault, let’s pack up and head back, or Patriarch Jiang will worry."

As Yang Cheng spoke, he attempted to get up, but staggered, almost falling to the ground.

The two women were startled and had to help Yang Cheng get dressed and support him out the door.

Just as they reached the elevator, a man in his forties, arm-in-arm with a curvaceous woman, walked over.

Seeing two stunning beauties supporting Yang Cheng, the man spoke with a hint of jealousy, "Young man, you should pace yourself. Sleep with two in one night, wear yourself out all night, no wonder your legs are weak!"

"I’m not..."

Yang Cheng wanted to say it wasn’t because of sleeping with women that he was weak, but due to the Blood Soul Curse; explaining this to a stranger seemed pointless.

"I get it. Men want face, but you’re already strong enough, went till dawn, must’ve taken the Dragon and Tiger Pill."

The man chuckled, with a look of knowing everything.

"Hubby, you’re even better, made me go weak in the legs, can’t even stand properly."

The woman beside him spoke coquettishly, leaning softly against the man.

"That’s right, few men are stronger than me, let’s continue tonight!"

"Oh, you’re so naughty!"

The woman teased playfully.

At this moment, the elevator arrived; that couple stepped in first, followed by Feng Jiuge and Jiang Yu assisting Yang Cheng inside.

"Bro, are you too weak? If I went till dawn last night, these beauties wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. How about we swap partners?"

The man said, his greedy gaze falling on Feng Jiuge and Jiang Yu’s curves.

He had never seen such beautiful women, prettier than celebrities; one seductive and alluring, the other shy and pure. If accompanied by such gorgeous women in bed, he wouldn’t want to stop.

"Mind your own business, or I’ll seal your lips shut."

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth.

Already irritated by the Blood Soul Curse, this man kept provoking him.

"What the heck?"

The man widened his eyes in surprise; he belongs to the Yan Family, and this young chap dared speak to him like this.

Ding!

At that moment, the elevator stopped, Yang Cheng and the two ladies exited first, but the man reluctantly followed them.

"Sister Feng, you handle this. If I do, I’m afraid I might kill him."

"Alright, I’ll teach him a lesson."

Feng Jiuge patted his chest, signaling him to stay calm, then turned her cold gaze to the man.

Earlier, the vile man had been staring at her chest, but she didn’t mind. Yet he continued pushing the limits.

"Kid, you need to realize who I am..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jiuge delivered two slaps, dazing him.

"Pervert, you groped me in the elevator!"

Feng Jiuge shouted, drawing attention from the entire lobby.

The couple was stunned, then Feng Jiuge raised her foot and kicked the man’s crotch.

The kick wasn’t forceful, but it was targeting the man’s most fragile area, immediately causing him to clutch his crotch and curl in pain.

By the time he looked up, Yang Cheng and the ladies were already gone.

At the parking lot, Feng Jiuge shoved Yang Cheng into the passenger seat and sat in the driver’s seat.

"In your current state, it’s better not to drive; you might steer us into the ditch."

Yang Cheng chuckled helplessly, didn’t argue, instead asked, "Sister Feng, did that jerk really touch you?"