Chapter 146: Dragging Down the Heaven’s Will for Fun

The two lay on the bed, but suddenly, Yin Buqi turned over and pulled her into his embrace.

Jiang Niannian’s body stiffened.

Something was pressing against her stomach—its presence was impossible to ignore.

Her entire face heated up.

If the enemy doesn’t move, I won’t move. If the enemy moves, I’ll send a kick straight to his family jewels.

However, Yin Buqi simply held her, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

His cheek rubbed against her hair before he stopped moving.

Then, she felt something soft and light brushing against her calf.

She looked down—only to see a fluffy, snow-white fox tail.

“…Why isn’t the tail black?”

Jiang Niannian froze.

Why did an image of black fox tails suddenly flash through her mind? Why was her first reaction to seeing a fox tail not fear, but… back pain???

What the hell is this?

Before she could think further, more and more tails emerged, sliding under her clothes, brushing against her skin, wrapping around her waist.

She nudged Yin Buqi.

“Can you put your tails away? It’s a little ticklish…”

In truth, she was more worried that if this continued, something might ‘happen’.

After all, ‘that thing’ pressing against her stomach was getting hotter.

Yin Buqi blinked in realization, his blood-red lips standing out against his pale complexion, giving him a dangerously seductive look.

He chuckled, his voice hoarse and laced with danger.

“Ah… Did I scare Niannian?”

With that, the tails settled down, becoming docile, fluffy, and still.

Without the disturbance of the tails, Jiang Niannian, despite knowing that this unfamiliar man was dangerous, felt inexplicably safe—so much so that she could barely keep her eyes open.

“Sleepy?”

Yin Buqi stroked her hair and back gently, murmuring intimately, “Then sleep.”

Jiang Niannian’s head tilted slightly.

She fell asleep.

—

The night was deep and silent. The moon was dark, and the wind was high.

Jiang Niannian dreamed.

A bizarre, surreal dream.

She wasn’t sure what she saw, but there was a voice—so beautiful, yet filled with sorrow—crying out her name over and over.

She couldn’t make out the person’s face, only that their clothes were drenched in blood.

No matter how exhausted they seemed, they kept calling her name again and again.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her chest.

She jolted awake and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

A bone-deep agony gnawed at her organs, as if tens of thousands of ants were devouring her from the inside out.

The pain was unbearable—it felt like she was about to die.

It must be the Bone-Corrosing Heart-Piercing Powder acting up.

She remembered what Liu Xunfeng had said—the poison would flare up daily.

She only had medicine to alleviate the symptoms in her storage pouch.

To obtain the true antidote, she had to complete her mission.

A cold hand gripped her wrist.

“They poisoned you?”

Jiang Niannian’s limbs turned icy as her consciousness blurred.

“Medicine… Save me…”

Yin Buqi’s expression darkened.

His lips pressed into a tight line, an ominous energy radiating from him—like a storm brewing, ready to consume everything in its wake.

A crimson madness flickered in his eyes, growing more twisted.

“Five hundred years have passed, yet Shuiyuntian’s methods are as disgusting and pathetic as they were back then,” he murmured, his tone laced with malice.

His pale fingers traced along her body.

The tips slowly darkened, and as he turned his palm over, a wisp of black mist seeped from her skin, curling into his hand.

Yin Buqi frowned.

His fingers clenched into a fist, and the black mist instantly dissipated.

Leaning down, he kissed away her tears, his voice soft and coaxing.

“The poison is gone. Sleep well, Niannian.”

The pain vanished.

Jiang Niannian, completely drained, succumbed to the scent of cedarwood and fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t feel the pain anymore… I really must be dying…

—

Watching her sleep peacefully, Yin Buqi had no intention of resting.

He got out of bed, his bare feet stepping onto the cold, smooth white jade tiles of the hall.

His robe hung loosely, revealing his collarbone and part of his chest.

With a flick of his fingers, the windows swung open.

The pale moonlight illuminated his figure, making him appear almost translucent, as if he would melt into the night itself.

“…I’m a little thirsty.”

At his words, two figures—one in black, one in white—appeared out of thin air, dressed in strange attire.

The one in white stepped forward, offering a steaming cup of tea.

“Your Majesty, it’s the finest Nevernight Marquis blend, brewed to the perfect temperature.”

Yin Buqi took a sip, then asked indifferently, “How is the matter coming along?”

“It’s all prepared. We can set off tomorrow.”

“…Good. You’re dismissed.”

The two figures disappeared without a trace.

Yin Buqi returned to Jiang Niannian’s side.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss.

His tongue traced her lips before slipping into her mouth, teasing and tangling with hers.

Jiang Niannian let out a soft whimper in her sleep.

Only then did he release her, letting out a melancholic laugh.

He whispered to himself, “Niannian has forgotten me… But that’s alright. I’ll make sure you remember. Niannian was born to be revered by all. Whatever others stole from you, I will take back for you, one by one.”

—

The next morning, Jiang Niannian woke up feeling refreshed.

Her waist didn’t ache. Her legs didn’t hurt. Even her heart—

Wait.

Her heart was still beating.

She wasn’t dead?

Guess there really wasn’t anything that a good night’s sleep couldn’t fix.

However, she felt hot.

A deep, internal heat.

Her chest felt tight, as if something was pressing on it.

The next second, she realized she was wrapped in a familiar cedarwood-scented embrace, her arms still clinging to the man’s waist.

She jerked back, legs scrambling to retreat.

Yin Buqi lay on his side, the corners of his lips curved in a subtle, enigmatic smile.

His pale face carried a ghostly sickness.

“Did Niannian have an erotic dream last night?”

Jiang Niannian’s face flushed.

“No.”

“But you kept rubbing against me in your sleep.”

Jiang Niannian turned crimson.

Yin Buqi continued, his tone teasing, “I also didn’t know Niannian had a habit of grinding her teeth in her sleep.”

What the hell—

“I… I’m not sure,” Jiang Niannian tried to maintain a serious face, attempting to salvage her dignity.

“Not only do you grind your teeth, you talk in your sleep, drool, and twist yourself into the blanket like a pretzel,” Yin Buqi listed lazily, his voice husky from sleep.

“Your sleeping posture is terrible.”

This man is impossible.

Humiliated beyond belief, Jiang Niannian snapped, throwing caution to the wind.

“…Little blind man.”

Yin Buqi froze for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

His fingers pressed against his forehead, his shoulders shaking.

It was as if he had just heard the most absurd joke in the world.

Jiang Niannian clutched her chest, a little scared.

Was it really that funny?

This guy seemed kind of insane.

“You’re bold. In five hundred years, you’re the first person to call me blind to my face.”

His tone was gentle, but his words sent a chill down her spine.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to run.”

“After ten seconds, if I catch you—”

“I’ll skin you and make a lantern out of you.”

“Ten.”

“Nine.”

“Eight.”

“…Why aren’t you running?”

Jiang Niannian lay on the bed, giving up.

She rolled her eyes.

“With my pathetic cultivation, where can I even run? Ten seconds isn’t even enough to put on my shoes.”

Yin Buqi chuckled—slow, unsettling.

He picked her up effortlessly.

“…Where are we going?”

His voice, though intimate, carried an eerie chill.

“First, we’ll retrieve your memories.”

“Then, we’ll drag the Heaven’s Will down—”

“So Niannian can kill it for fun.”

Jiang Niannian: ???