Chapter 291: Excessive Yang Energy

Chapter 291: Excessive Yang Energy

"I’ve already inquired about that day’s events. Thank you, Manor Lord, for saving Qi Ming’s life. I offer you this cup in gratitude." Madam Silver Pool gently pursed her lips, smiling softly as her bright eyes curved into crescents. Holding the wine cup elegantly with both hands, she brought it to her lips and took a sip.

Madam Silver Pool was indeed a woman of grace. In terms of etiquette and poise, she surpassed even Yu Qianqian and Princess Lanfei, exuding an air of refinement and charm that was utterly captivating.

Had Ning Xiaochiao not known her identity or that she had already borne children, he might have been utterly enchanted by her every smile and gesture, mistaking her for a peerless royal maiden of both beauty and talent.

"It was merely a trivial effort, hardly worth mentioning." Ning Xiaochiao raised his cup and drank it all in one go.

Madam Silver Pool’s pearly white teeth lightly bit her lower lip as she spoke softly, "Qi Ming says he wishes to take you as his master?"

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, appearing no older than twenty, with skin as smooth and lustrous as jade, full of vitality. Her raven-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and when she smiled, she resembled nothing so much as an innocent young girl.

Ning Xiaochiao raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Madam need not worry. That was just the Marquis speaking offhand."

But Madam Silver Pool shook her head, a trace of sorrow in her voice. "Yet I hope you can teach him, that you can become his master."

Her pitiful gaze fixed on Ning Xiaochiao, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a pleading light.

No man could refuse such a request from her. It made one long to embrace her delicate figure and lavish her with affection.

Ning Xiaochiao found it hard to bear her expression and said, "Why? The Qi Tian Marquis House is filled with experts. Surely someone there can teach him? And you yourself are a martial arts powerhouse—could you not be his master?"

Others might not know of Madam Silver Pool’s martial prowess, but Ning Xiaochiao could sense it clearly. Her Martial Arts Heart Palace was a Special Heart Palace—the Cold Cicada Ice Soul Heart Palace—and the fluctuations of martial Origin Qi in her meridians indicated she had reached the Earthly Venerable Realm. She was a Martial Venerable!

After reaching the Seventh Level of the Transcendent Realm, Ning Xiaochiao’s Seven Orifices Divine Demon Heart Palace seemed to have undergone some changes, and his Mental Power had surged significantly. No matter how well someone concealed their Special Heart Palace, he could perceive it clearly.

He could even estimate the gap between his own strength and Madam Silver Pool’s. If they were to fight, he would be defeated within three moves.

For a woman to suppress so many powerful figures and uphold an entire marquis house, it was clear she relied not just on her beauty but also on formidable martial prowess.

Madam Silver Pool spoke gently, "He refuses to learn from me. He doesn’t even wish to see me. He despises everyone here, preferring to secretly cultivate low-level techniques like the Heaven and Earth Profound Qi rather than accept guidance from anyone in the Marquis House. As you’ve seen, he’s only at the Profound Qi Third Layer—all achieved through his own clandestine efforts. Of course, even if he tries to hide it from everyone, he cannot hide it from me."

Ning Xiaochiao poured himself another cup of wine. "Madam, Qi Ming hates you, hates everyone here. Have you ever considered the reasons within yourself?"

Madam Silver Pool fixed her glistening eyes on Ning Xiaochiao for a long time before speaking, "There are times when we all find ourselves powerless."

Ning Xiaochiao was still pondering her words when Madam Silver Pool added, "Manor Lord, do you think I’m beautiful?"

Ning Xiaochiao swallowed hard and stroked his chin before replying, "Madam is one of the Three Great Beauties of the Imperial City. Naturally, you are as stunning as a celestial maiden, enough to make all women in the world jealous."

"Then… do you want to sleep with me?"

"This…" Ning Xiaochiao had the sudden urge to leave immediately. Her words were so direct that if he didn’t leave now, he might not be able to escape at all.

"Whoosh—"

Madam Silver Pool didn’t give him the chance. She blocked his path, her slender jade fingers tracing his chest.

Her sheer white gauze robe fluttered in the wind, slipping away to reveal a delicate pink undergarment that clung to her curves. Her slender, supple waist pressed against him like a sinuous serpent spirit.

Her chest was wrapped in a pink-scaled bodice, accentuating her full, snow-white peaks. A bewitching fragrance emanated from her as she nestled into Ning Xiaochiao’s embrace like a delicate bird.

Ning Xiaochiao had never faced such overwhelming temptation. There was no denying that Madam Silver Pool was an extraordinarily beautiful woman—her figure flawless, her allure unmatched. The seductive charm she exuded was something that even Yu Ningsheng and Yu Qianqian, with their youthful innocence, could never compare to.

His meridians burned with rising heat, a wicked fire igniting in his lower abdomen. His lips and tongue grew parched, his entire body feeling as if it were about to combust.

Now he understood why so many men had fallen under her spell, willingly becoming her playthings.

Faced with such a bewitching temptress, even Ning Xiaochiao’s willpower faltered—how could ordinary men resist?

Madam Silver Pool’s eyes were half-lidded with desire, one soft jade arm draped around his neck. Her lips brushed against his throat as her fingers slipped beneath his robes, tracing light caresses along his back. "Manor Lord, your hands are being quite unruly…"

Ning Xiaochiao panted heavily, his body responding fiercely beneath his robes. His heated arousal pressed against Madam Silver Pool’s abdomen as his hands slid beneath her skirt, gripping the supple flesh of her thighs. He tugged at the silken undergarment, ready to strip it away.

Madam Silver Pool’s gaze smoldered, her lips parting in a sultry moan. She reached up to remove the golden mask from Ning Xiaochiao’s face— "No… I must resist…"

The moment her cool fingers touched his cheek, Ning Xiaochiao jolted awake. His hands stilled, withdrawing from beneath her skirt as he pushed her away.

He immediately sat cross-legged, circulating the Heaven and Earth Profound Qi through his body to suppress the raging fire within, forcing himself to regain control.

Too close.

That had been far too dangerous. If he hadn’t managed to restrain his desires, his will would have weakened, and he would have fallen completely under her spell—becoming nothing more than a slave beneath her skirts.

The thought sent a chill down his spine.

Once he had suppressed his urges, Ning Xiaochiao dared not stay a moment longer. He hastily bid farewell and left.

Madam Silver Pool picked up the white robe from the ground and draped it over herself, watching Ning Xiaochiao's retreating figure with a hint of admiration in her eyes. "There really is a man with such strong willpower in this world. This is the second time he's escaped from me. Hehe, I hope there’s a third time."

Ning Xiaochiao hurriedly fled from Madam Silver Pool's pavilion, letting out a long sigh as he muttered to himself, "The stronger a man's cultivation, the more temptations he faces. Constantly suppressing desires like this isn’t a solution—sooner or later, it’ll suffocate me. Hah..."

Though Ning Xiaochiao’s willpower was firm, he was still a vigorous and full-of-vitality man with basic needs. If he focused solely on cultivation without releasing the inner flames, the yang energy in his body would accumulate uncontrollably, eventually leading to self-immolation.

Only because Ning Xiaochiao’s cultivation had grown so powerful did so many beautiful women now seek to throw themselves into his arms, tempting him in every way. If he were still the same Ning the Sickly from before, would such good fortune ever come his way?

Thus, as long as a man is outstanding enough, women will naturally flock to him.

Though Madam Silver Pool’s teasing had left Ning Xiaochiao burning with desire, he still managed to restrain himself and quickly returned to his room to cultivate Heaven and Earth Profound Qi, circulating it throughout his body.

Heaven and Earth Profound Qi was an orthodox cultivation method, connecting heaven and earth, harmonizing yin and yang, and merging with nature. It greatly helped suppress the flames of desire.

"Disciple pays respects to Master." Qi Ming arrived outside Ning Xiaochiao’s room and bowed deeply.

Ning Xiaochiao said, "I never said I would take you as my disciple."

"But Mother said you already agreed..." Qi Ming glanced at Madam Silver Pool standing not far away, his face filled with joy.

This was the first time Madam Silver Pool had ever seen Qi Ming smile, and her heart swelled with indescribable happiness.

Ning Xiaochiao frowned slightly, donned the Golden Mask, and opened the door. "Madam, what is this about?"

Madam Silver Pool approached gracefully and gave Ning Xiaochiao a light bow, her beautiful eyes shimmering as she said softly, "Manor Lord, didn’t you already agree to this?"

Ning Xiaochiao looked again at Qi Ming’s eager expression and sighed inwardly. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Fine. I can accept you as a nominal disciple, as compensation for staying at the Qi Tian Marquis House."

Overjoyed, Qi Ming immediately knelt and kowtowed. "Disciple pays respects to Master!"

Qi Ming cultivated Heaven and Earth Profound Qi, considered the lowest-level cultivation technique by Martial Artists of the Yulan Empire. Worse still, he had been practicing it through self-study, leaving his cultivation realm pitifully low.

Ning Xiaochiao didn’t teach him any other techniques, still having him cultivate Heaven and Earth Profound Qi, but he did guide him on how to practice more effectively.

Qi Ming was an extremely prideful young man. After receiving Ning Xiaochiao’s guidance, he trained with relentless diligence, even practicing his fists and swordsmanship in the Martial Arena late into the night.

From a distant pavilion, Madam Silver Pool watched Qi Ming training in the Martial Arena, her stunning face breaking into a heartfelt smile. "Thank you... truly, thank you. I’ve never seen Qi Ming so happy before."

Ning Xiaochiao sat by the table and said, "Qi Ming's innate talent for cultivation is actually very high. The main reason his current realm is so low is that he has never taken any profound medicine and has taken many wrong paths."

Madam Silver Pool sighed sorrowfully and replied, "I once sent servants to deliver the best profound medicine to him, but he refused to take it and even poured it all out."

"Even a Martial Artist with the highest innate talent will find it difficult to progress quickly without resources to aid them. Since you are also an Intermediate Heart Nurturer, if you give me the refined profound medicine, perhaps I can help you."

Ning Xiaochiao stood up and walked toward the stairs. Pausing at the landing, he added, "You believe Qi Ming hates you, but you’ve misunderstood him. Do you know why he was injured by Luo Mufeng? It was because Luo Mufeng insulted you. Qi Ming fought him to defend his mother’s honor, enduring severe injuries without yielding."

After saying this, Ning Xiaochiao descended the stairs without looking back.

Madam Silver Pool stood on the pavilion, her delicate frame trembling slightly. She bit her lip so hard that it bled, crimson drops staining her skin.

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