Chapter 887: Eye-Opening Experience

Chapter 887: Chapter 887: Eye-Opening Experience

Jiang Yu on the bed heard the sound and abruptly opened her eyes, looking at Yang Cheng’s sweat-drenched appearance and hurriedly asked, "Brother Cen, what’s wrong with you?"

"Yu, go open the door."

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth, sweat dripped down steadily.

Sensing something wrong, Jiang Yu hastily rushed to the door without bothering to get dressed.

Seeing her completely naked, Feng Jiuge merely glanced at her and then strode in.

She saw Yang Cheng sitting cross-legged on the bed, his face pale and drenched in sweat, the black mark on his chest emitting an eerie glow, and her expression changed drastically.

"I hurriedly chased after you to tell you, after absorbing Rabbit Source Qi, the Blood Soul Curse will inevitably become restless, your body might not endure it."

Feng Jiuge gritted her teeth, realizing it was useless to say these things now, she must quickly help Yang Cheng stabilize the True Qi within him, or else the Blood Soul Curse will drain him dry.

She grabbed her collar and tore it open, revealing her fair skin, then leaned down on Yang Cheng, pressing both hands against his chest to crazily infuse her True Qi into him.

Their True Qi shared the same origin, quickly merging together and forming a perfect cycle.

Feng Jiuge’s True Qi surged into Yang Cheng’s body, helping him to suppress the erosion of the Blood Soul Curse.

However, at this moment, the ’Devouring Power’ within Yang Cheng suddenly activated on its own, commencing to madly absorb Feng Jiuge’s True Qi.

Feng Jiuge’s expression changed, wanting to pull back her hand, but found her hand stuck as if glued, unable to retract.

"Yang Cheng... you..."

Her voice trembled, her True Qi flowing into Yang Cheng’s body like a flood breaching its dam.

"Sister... I’m sorry... I can’t control it..."

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth, eyes filled with guilt and agony.

Seeing his suffering demeanor, Feng Jiuge felt a pang of pain in her heart, ceased struggling, but closed her eyes, letting him absorb her True Qi.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood sprayed out from her mouth, splattering onto Yang Cheng, staining his lapel red.

The moment the blood splattered onto Yang Cheng, he felt a violent buzzing in his head, like something exploding in his mind.

The pain spread from his head to his entire body, as if countless needles were pricking his nerves, the pain almost made him pass out.

"Ah—!!!"

Yang Cheng emitted a painful roar, eyes blood-red, veins bulging on his forehead, looking like he was about to explode.

"Yang Cheng! Yang Cheng, what’s wrong!"

Jiang Yu was frightened by his roar, her face turned pale, tears immediately welled up.

She wanted to rush over but was repelled by the violent force radiating from Yang Cheng, falling hard to the ground.

"Brother Cen!"

Jiang Yu clutched her aching arm, tears couldn’t stop flowing down, yet she dared not approach anymore, knowing she couldn’t help even if she did.

Feng Jiuge was also thrown back by the force, sitting heavily on the ground, her face as white as paper, exhausted of True Qi, having no strength to crawl onto the bed.

Jiang Yu immediately crawled over, helping Feng Jiuge to her feet, her voice trembling with sobs, "Sister Feng, what’s wrong with Brother Cen?"

Feng Jiuge gritted her teeth, seeing Yang Cheng’s painful appearance, an ominous feeling rose in her heart.

"He was backfired by the Blood Soul Curse when refining Source Energy, and now the power within him is out of control."

"Is there a way to save him?"

Jiang Yu asked eagerly.

Feng Jiuge was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Yes, but I need your help."

"How can I help? As long as it can save Brother Cen, I’ll do anything!"

Jiang Yu said without hesitation.

Feng Jiuge looked into her determined eyes, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she began to remove her clothes.

"Sister Feng, what are you..."

Jiang Yu looked puzzled.

"His True Qi is out of control, he needs dual cultivation to stabilize, I can’t handle it alone, I need your help."

Feng Jiuge said, now completely naked, revealing a curvaceous figure, her ample bosom proud.

Jiang Yu’s face instantly reddened, but seeing Yang Cheng’s painful look, she bit her lip and began undressing too.

The two women lay on either side of Yang Cheng, Feng Jiuge reached out to press on Yang Cheng’s chest, infusing the remaining True Qi she had.

"I need to rest for a bit, you sit on him first and try to help relieve him."

Feng Jiuge said softly.

Jiang Yu closed her eyes, striving to calm herself, and as per Feng Jiuge’s guidance, spread her legs to sit on Yang Cheng.

Even without entering, she could feel the violent force charging rampantly there, like a trapped beast desperately trying to break free from its cage.

"Don’t be afraid, take it slow."

Feng Jiuge’s voice sounded in her ear.

Jiang Yu took a deep breath and carefully sat down, letting out an uncontrollable moan.

She felt Yang Cheng’s body so scorching hot, about to melt her, she twisted her waist, swaying back and forth on Yang Cheng, feeling waves of tingling pleasure, yet somehow fearful, her body instinctively retreating.

"Don’t shrink back, if you don’t exert yourself, Yang Cheng will rupture and die, he became like this to save you."

Although Feng Jiuge’s voice was weak, her expression was serious.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu’s face turned pale instantly, she gritted her teeth and began to move faster, firmly sitting down each time, regardless of the pain, she wouldn’t slack.

"Huff huff..."

Yang Cheng felt the relief, his breath turned rapid, but the tight frown gradually eased.

Watching this scene, Jiang Yu felt joyous inside, twisting her slender waist harder, using all her strength to serve, so Yang Cheng could release as much as possible.

"Sister Feng, I’m almost out of strength, can you take over?"

Jiang Yu’s flushed cheeks, her beautiful eyes filled with plea.

"You’re truly useless."

Feng Jiuge seemed speechless, she stepped over to push Jiang Yu aside and sat on Yang Cheng, her movements skillfully twisting.

Once exhausted by a posture, she’d change to another, leaving Jiang Yu astounded, learning numerous postures.

After a while, Yang Cheng’s complexion gradually improved, no longer as pale as before, his blood-red eyes also slowly returned to normal, yet he didn’t wake up, rather fell into a deeper coma.

His consciousness drifted in a hazy realm, various images flashed incessantly in his mind.

There were memories of him in Peach Blossom County as a child, grandpa teaching him medicine, cultivation, and lessons about life.

The scene shifted to his time with Yang Rou and Yang Xiao, and then moments with Kong Lingwen, that proud and stubborn woman, from initial confrontation to later life-and-death solidarity.

Next were scenes with Cheng Ruonan and Cheng Qiyue, the sisters who escaped the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, one passionate like fire, the other gentle as water...

All memories interwoven like a chaotic film, replaying ceaselessly in his mind.