Chapter 322: Teach You a New Posture

Chapter 322: Chapter 320: Teach You a New Posture

Their eyes locked, breaths intertwining. Yang Xun leaned down and captured her lips, his tongue easily parting her teeth and sweeping in. It wasn’t their first kiss, yet Zhao Linglong found herself defenseless every time, allowing him to passionately plunder her mouth. A single, drawn-out kiss left her entirely limp and breathless, as if she had just endured an exhausting battle.

During the two nights they spent at the Zhao Family’s home, Yang Xun had shared a bed with her and taken quite a few liberties. By now, he was thoroughly experienced. As the kiss ended, he unleashed the Dragon and Phoenix Immortal Hand, his hands wandering wildly over her body.

“Mmm… ah…” Unbearable moans spilled from the reserved young woman’s lips, the last thread of reason in her mind gradually snapping.

“Yang Xun, I want you.”

Hearing that bone-melting voice, Yang Xun felt like he was about to explode from restraint. Simultaneously, waves of Primordial Yin Qi surged into his body. He ripped open Zhao Linglong’s pajamas in one swift motion, his scalding hands tracing over her smooth, tender skin.

“Linglong, let me teach you a new position,” Yang Xun murmured, his heavy breath brushing against her ear.

“I feel so restless. Let’s just do it tonight… I can keep my voice down.” Her eyes were hazy with desire, and her soft, boneless little hands wandered over Yang Xun, lighting fires wherever they touched.

A tingling wave of pleasure coursed through him. He let out a muffled groan, the surging desire in his eyes darkening even further. “It’s not about the noise. With my stamina, if we start now, it won’t end by tomorrow morning.”

Zhao Linglong shuddered in shock. Ever since Yang Xun brought up the idea of taking the final step, she had done some online reading about intimacy. But there was still a long time before dawn. Could he really go all night without resting?

Seeing the young woman’s dumbfounded expression, Yang Xun chuckled. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and completely shifted their position.

“Ah! What are you doing?” Zhao Linglong asked in confusion, feeling incredibly embarrassed by this new posture.

“Do as I say, and you’ll soon understand the fun of it.”

The moment his words fell, a sweet whimper escaped Zhao Linglong’s lips. After that, the room was filled with the intertwined groans and pants of a man and a woman. It wasn’t until the early hours of dawn that the room finally fell silent. Even though they hadn’t gone all the way, Zhao Linglong was still utterly exhausted. The moment her head hit the pillow, she fell into a deep, hazy sleep. Yang Xun thought this was for the best; at the very least, she wouldn’t suffer from insomnia out of fear.

The next morning, at the first light of dawn, Yang Xun woke up. He sat cross-legged on the guest room bed, refining the Primordial Yin Qi he had absorbed and adjusting his body’s condition to its peak.

Hearing the rustle of his movements, Zhao Linglong groggily opened her eyes. She went to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face before finally getting dressed. Once ready, she stepped out for a walk around the premises. When she returned, her delicate brows were furrowed.

“Those things… they’re still lingering outside the courtyard, though there are fewer than last night.”

“It doesn’t matter. Once the Blood Jade is dealt with, they will naturally disperse.” Yang Xun spoke with absolute certainty. Stepping outside, he instructed the Tangs to prepare the items he would need later.

The morning passed quickly, with everyone in the Tang Family tense and on edge. Tangtang’s fever had finally broken. Although she was still very weak, she could at least open her eyes and drink a little rice broth. Fu Yaning stayed by her daughter’s side, never leaving for a single moment. Meanwhile, Tang Zhen paced back and forth in the courtyard, frequently looking up at the sky. Tang Qingquan sat in a wicker chair under the veranda, clutching a long-cold cup of tea. His gaze remained firmly fixed on the Blood Jade wrapped in talisman paper resting in the middle of the courtyard.

At exactly noon, the sun reached its zenith. Sunlight beamed straight down into the courtyard, heating the bluestone pavement until it was faintly scorching.

Yang Xun emerged from his room, holding the pre-prepared copper basin. It was half-filled with clear well water, and at the bottom lay several copper coins, glinting with a dull luster under the sun. He walked to the center of the yard and placed the basin of water on a flat stone slab. Crouching down, he began to peel away the layers of talisman paper wrapping the Blood Jade.

The instant the talisman paper was opened, a visible wave of yin energy rose from the surface of the Blood Jade, manifesting as a wisp of faint black mist. The mist twisted slightly under the midday sun, as if something were struggling within it.

Without hesitation, Yang Xun pinched the Blood Jade between two fingers and gently lowered it into the basin. Then, he evenly sprinkled finely ground cinnabar powder over the surface of the water.

The water had been as calm as a mirror. After the Blood Jade sank to the bottom, there were a few seconds of absolute silence. Then, the entire basin of well water began to churn violently. It was as if something was stirring the water from below, sending up ripples of muddy turbulence. At the bottom of the basin, the Blood Jade quivered slightly. The dark red patterns on its surface began to flow as if coming alive. Wisps of bloody crimson spread through the water, dyeing the entire basin a murky, dark red.

Hovering his hands over the water, Yang Xun closed his eyes and circulated the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique, releasing a majestic surge of True Qi from his palms. The True Qi formed an invisible barrier that completely enveloped the basin. Suppressed by this energy, the spreading crimson could not escape over the edges and was forced to thrash and boil within the confines of the water.

In truth, performing the Exorcism Technique was not all that difficult for him. He cultivated Supreme Yang Qi, which innately suppressed evil energies.

Silently chanting an incantation, Yang Xun flicked his fingers. A streak of True Qi, glowing with a golden luster, tore through the air and struck the Blood Jade in the basin with pinpoint accuracy.

BOOM!

A silent tremor rippled through the air, and the basin of blood-red water surged upward once more. The cinnabar powder on the surface was churned into a chaotic vortex. Splashes of dark red water slapped against the rim of the basin, leaving shocking, gruesome stains on the ground.

Standing under the veranda, Zhao Linglong tightly clutched the Amulet at her chest with both hands. Her amber eyes were glued to the violently churning water. She could clearly see the yin energy continuously boiling within the copper basin. Every time it tried to spread, Yang Xun forced it back down. She was so tense she hardly dared to breathe, terrified that the wicked energy might erode him.

Yang Xun narrowed his brows and pressed his palms down again. An even more profound wave of True Qi poured into the basin like a crashing tide. Suppressed by the True Qi, the churning black mist began to slowly sink. Like smoke crushed beneath a heavy weight, it was forced to retreat back into the Blood Jade.

The water’s surface gradually calmed. Although it retained its murky, dark red hue, the violent, restless agitation had largely faded.

The members of the Tang Family watched, utterly dumbfounded, their faces pale with fright. They stole a glance into the copper basin. The once-clear well water now reeked of thick blood—a stench far more repulsive than that of a slaughtered chicken.

Yang Xun reached into the bloody water and fished out the Blood Jade. The crimson patterns on its surface had noticeably faded. He quickly wrapped the Blood Jade in an Amulet, completely sealing the yin energy inside. Finally, using the wax he had prepared beforehand, he sealed the package entirely and placed it inside a peach wood box.

After finishing all this, a fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. He exhaled a long breath of foul air. “It’s done.”