Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 496 A Beastly Battle

The night inside the Gu God Temple is darker than outside.

There was no moon, no stars, only a few eerie green lanterns swaying under the eaves of the palace, making it look like the Hall of Hell.

Lin Chen spent a full fifteen minutes mentally preparing himself before appearing in Chi Meng's bedroom.

It's not that he's a coward, it's just that this is something that's easy to do but hard to talk about.

Chi Meng's palace was very large, but ridiculously empty.

A bed, a table, and a chair.

There was a painting hanging on the wall, depicting a person, but the face was not clearly visible.

Chi Meng sat on the edge of the bed, having already changed into her nightgown.

It was still black, but it was so much thinner than the one I wore during the day. The neckline was loose, and my collarbone was completely exposed.

Her hair was down, draped over her shoulders, as black as ink, and reached all the way down to her waist.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her face.

It was as white as jade, like a breathing sculpture.

No expression, no emotion.

When she saw Lin Chen, she didn't say anything. She stood up, walked up to Lin Chen, and reached out to untie her belt.

The movements were slow, but without hesitation, as if they were doing something very ordinary.

The belt came undone, and the nightgown slipped down.

Lin Chen grabbed her hand: "Wait."

Chi Meng looked at Lin Chen, her eyes frighteningly calm: "What's wrong?"

Lin Chen swallowed hard: "Why did you do this?"

"Ancestral precepts".

"Who made that decision?"

Chi Meng paused for a moment: "My mother."

Lin Chen had the same expression as an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

Isn't this an ancestral precept?

Is your relationship based on the rules your mother set for you?

So this is tailor-made for you?

Chi Meng continued to explain, and this time Lin Chen didn't stop her.

……

With the Dragon God Skill, dual cultivation techniques as a foundation, and kidney-strengthening techniques, Lin Chen could easily sleep with several women a night when he was at the East Mountain Villa.

He considered himself someone who had seen a lot.

However, they underestimated Chi Meng.

It's not about cultivation level, but about physique and willpower.

The cultivation methods of the Gu God Palace focus on Gu poison and physical training. Each generation of Palace Masters tempers their bodies with Gu worms and refines their physical form with poisons from a young age.

Their physical strength, endurance, and recovery ability far surpass those of cultivators of the same level.

Chi Meng, at the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm, is far superior to Yan Ruyu in this regard.

Moreover, Chi Meng grew up with ferocious beasts and Gu worms from a young age, lacking the gentleness of a woman and possessing only the wildness of a beast.

No coquetry, no flirting, no playing hard to get.

It's a real, head-on, no-holds-barred battle.

Lin Chen went from being at ease at the beginning, to taking it seriously later, and then to gritting his teeth and persevering.

He thought it was over time.

But Chi Meng proved time and again—no, you're overthinking it, this is nothing.

Her eyes remained calm, and her face remained expressionless, as if she didn't know what she was doing, like a machine that, once started, could not be stopped.

For the first time, Lin Chen felt what it meant for a man's dignity to be challenged.

He couldn't possibly admit defeat in something like this.

He gritted his teeth and went to meet them again and again.

At this point, any skill is futile.

Only a head-on confrontation is possible.

Neither of them would give in to the other.

The sky changed from pitch black to deep blue, and then from deep blue to light blue.

A whole night has passed.

The sky was bright, and sunlight streamed in through the window.

Lin Chen thought it was time to end it.

Chi Meng showed no sign of stopping.

She was tireless, like a wild beast that never knew fatigue.

Lin Chen took a deep breath.

carry on.

Another day has passed.

The sunlight moved from east to west, changing from white to orange-red.

Another day has passed.

As darkness fell again, the moon peeked out from behind the clouds.

The moonlight shone into the room again.

Another night has begun.

Lin Chen no longer had the energy to think about anything else.

There was only one thought in my mind—I can't lose.

Besides saving face, there's another reason: once he falls first, this woman will treat him like a trophy.

He could sense that Chi Meng wasn't doing that kind of thing.

She is fighting.

She wasn't asking for anything.

She is conquering.

As dawn approached.

The commotion finally stopped.

For a full day and two nights.

Lin Chen lay on the bed, staring blankly at the top of the tent.

He looked like he had been pulled out of the water, completely soaked, his hair plastered to his face, his chest heaving violently, each breath sounding like a bellows.

My body felt like it was falling apart and then being reassembled, then falling apart again, going back and forth like that several times.

His eyes were vacant, as if his soul had been ripped out.

Chi Meng lay beside him, breathing steadily, as if nothing had happened.

She lay on her side, her face turned toward Lin Chen, her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Like a well-fed wild beast, unusually quiet.

A long time passed.

Lin Chen reached out and tucked the stray hairs from Chi Meng's forehead behind her ear.

When my fingers touched her cheek, it felt cool and smooth, like jade.

Chi Meng opened her eyes and looked at Lin Chen.

The two people looked at each other.

They didn't say anything.

There was nothing in Chi Meng's eyes—no emotion, no desire, nothing at all.

Lin Chen withdrew his hand listlessly and looked at the top of the tent.

Chi Meng closed her eyes again.

……

the next morning.

Lin Chen leaned against the wall as he left Chi Meng's palace, his legs still trembling.

Yan Ruyu stood in the corridor, holding a cup of tea, and looked at Lin Chen with a smile.

That smile is like the smile your wife gives you when you come home from working overtime until 3 a.m., sitting on the sofa and asking, "Did you have fun?"

She handed him the tea, which Lin Chen took and downed in one gulp.

That expression made it seem as if he wasn't drinking tea, but his life.

Yan Ruyu looked Lin Chen up and down, her voice full of amusement: "How does it feel?"

Lin Chen glared at her, too lazy to say anything.

Lan Fenghuang peeked out from behind, looked at Lin Chen's disheveled appearance, opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Lin Chen glanced at her, smiled, and waved his hand, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

The sound was like sandpaper grinding against glass.

Lingbo looked Lin Chen up and down, and said expressionlessly, "Not bad, nothing is missing."

Lin Chen: "...Where did you learn this way of comforting people?"

Lingbo didn't say anything and turned to leave.

Dugu Qiubai, who had been guarding Lin Chen for a day and two nights, suddenly spoke.

The old man leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, staring blankly at Lin Chen.

"When I was young, I also fought for a whole day and night."

Lin Chen had a "Are you fucking kidding me?" look on his face.

Dugu Qiubai looked at Lin Chen and added expressionlessly, "I was twenty that year."

After saying that, his figure disappeared.

He needs to catch up on his sleep.

Lin Chen stood there, stunned.

twenty?

He's only nineteen!

Is this old man mocking him?

He took a deep breath, leaned against the wall, mustered his strength, and walked forward.

Yan Ruyu's voice came from behind: "Young Master Lin, would you like me to give you a massage to help you recover?"

Lin Chen didn't turn around, but he stretched out his right hand and gave the middle finger.

Yan Ruyu laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Lan Fenghuang asked softly, "What did that gesture of yours mean, husband?"

Just take it as meaning "I love you".

"Really?"

"Really, I love it so much."

Lin Chen walked about three zhang (approximately 10 meters) before suddenly stopping.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of Chi Meng's palace.

Chi Meng was standing at the doorway, leaning against the door frame, still wearing her black nightgown, her hair casually draped over her shoulders.

She looked at Lin Chen, her face expressionless.

Lin Chen looked at her, his face expressionless.

The two stared at each other for three seconds.

Then Chi Meng turned around and went back into the house.