The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 692: Toad Consumes the Heavens_1

Zi Ling unapologetically took the Elixir but did not consume it, instead carefully pocketing it.

This was the Supreme Rejuvenation Elixir, a truly rare treasure—she had heard what Jing Yan had just said.

Seeing this, Li Qing couldn’t help but smile wryly; this woman was truly stingy.

He poured another pill and handed it to Zi Ling, "If you’re feeling really awful, eat it quickly. We still need to figure out a way to get out of here later."

Zi Ling hesitated, then placed the Elixir in her mouth and asked at the same time, "You’re not planning to agree to her conditions?"

"I... I need to think about it more. I just feel so uncomfortable," Li Qing said, turning up his lips and lying down on the coffin lid.

Zi Ling stood leaning against the bronze coffin, touching its millennia-old smooth texture, and said indifferently, "If it were me, I wouldn’t hesitate."

"Jing Yan is a kind of grand celestial being, not someone we ordinary folks can compare with. Her favor for you is actually a blessing. In my view, it’s a worthwhile deal, because as long as you unite just once with her, we can leave this place."

"I’m not upset about those things," Li Qing shook his head, "What’s bothering me is that she was just a thousand-year-old corpse a moment ago."

"I get it, but she’s still that kind of out-of-reach figure for us. Maybe even your master would have to look up to her. It’s just a guess, but I feel like her strength must be terrifying," Zi Ling said lightly.

"Plus, what you really did before... was to her. I was just a bystander with not a pinch of the experience."

"I’ll make it up to you later so you can truly feel it," Li Qing said with a laugh.

"Go to hell, I don’t want your compensation!" Zi Ling raised her fist and hit Li Qing.

A gust of strong wind suddenly hit their faces, and right after, Jing Yan’s figure, floating as if riding the immortal aura, landed on the cliff’s edge.

"You two little ones, speaking ill of others behind their backs is not a good habit."

Zi Ling hurriedly explained, "Senior, we weren’t speaking ill of you."

"I know, just that I was a corpse." Jing Yan’s gaze seemed devoid of any emotion as she looked at Li Qing, "Have you made up your mind? Just once is all I ask, after which I will send you out; you can then escape from here."

"Um... Senior, may I boldly make a small request? My master and junior brother are also within the Underground Palace. Could you please also take them out?" Zi Ling said weakly.

"That will depend on how hard he tries. If I am pleased, I might let them leave. But if he can’t make me happy, they will just have to leave their fates to the heavens," Jing Yan said, a faint smile on her lips as she looked at Li Qing.

"Senior, let’s go. I’ve even thought of the position," Li Qing said with a heavy exhale and a smile.

This bloody act was somehow absurdly linked to the fates of Hong Fang Zhenren and Shisan.

He had been passionately involved with many women, but never had he carried such a burden as he did today.

It felt like begging by imperial decree.

"That’s more like it." Jing Yan grabbed Li Qing and flew out of the misty layers.

Li Qing’s vision swirled dizzyingly, and soon they were in a brightly lit palace.

The grand hall was empty apart from a bronze coffin hung in the air by chains and the myriad oddly shaped oil lamps.

"Originally, I wanted him to witness with his own eyes how the canary, imprisoned in a cage, would show off and flirt beneath someone else’s knees. But upon reflection, that wretch’s Yin Soul, after hiding and cultivating for a thousand years, probably has significant strength and could ruin our plans. So I slashed him down with one stroke," Jing Yan said nonchalantly.

Li Qing, somewhat confused, asked, "Senior, based on what you said, King Qi should have been very powerful, right?"

"He is not powerful, he wasn’t powerful in life, and even after a thousand years of cultivation after death, he can’t withstand a single sword strike from me," Jing Yan scoffed coldly. "He was merely King Qi, always having faithful lackeys willing to do his bidding. But now, without his lackeys, a thousand years of skulking is nothing more than a Yin Soul. It’s not just my sword in hand, even your Thunder Method could strike him down."

Li Qing suddenly understood; he had found it strange that this woman seemed to become the ruler of the Underground Palace as soon as she emerged.

Now it seemed that she had always been powerful, it was just that she had been imprisoned in the Beauty Garden by King Qi.

"What position were you thinking of just now?" Jing Yan’s left hand wrapped around Li Qing’s waist, gently landing on the middle Bronze Coffin.

"I think, for a senior like you, you should be on top, and I should just lie down," Li Qing said with an awkward smile.

His life was completely in her hands, and he couldn’t break free at all.

Jing Yan let out a faint, disdainful chuckle, "I can accept your flattery, but I don’t like that position. I prefer lying underneath, watching the expression of effort on your face, or perhaps, with my hips arched and lowered to the ground, to earnestly feel the sensation of the impact."

Li Qing had never seen a woman talk about such things so seriously, without even a hint of blush on her face.

So, this was really just completing a mission.

"Shall we... begin?" Li Qing asked.

After all, whether he stuck his neck out or not, he faced the same fate, so he might as well get it over and done with sooner rather than later.

"Let’s begin," Jing Yan said, her chin lifted slightly and a faint smile on her lips as she watched Li Qing.

But Li Qing suddenly felt like a toad gazing at the sky, unsure of how to make his move.

How to kiss, how to touch, how to get started?

He stretched out his hands, gesticulating for a long while, but he just couldn’t bring himself to press down on the pointed, slightly upturned, exceptionally full pectoral muscles.

"You should muster the same courage you had when you struck me earlier. Only that kind of man is worthy of me bending down to use my mouth for you," Jing Yan said.

Her words immediately provoked Li Qing.

Looking down on me, huh?

If you weren’t so intimidating, I would have made my move long ago.

He suddenly grabbed Jing Yan’s neck and pressed his mouth against hers.

Jing Yan seemed to have no idea how to kiss. Li Qing was busy working at it, but she kept her mouth slightly closed, offering no response.

Li Qing couldn’t exactly remind her to respond, so he had to use his actions to attract her, to elicit her response.

His tongue pried open her lips, which were tinged with a hint of coolness, and delved inside.

And then Li Qing suddenly remembered.

She was essentially a corpse, wasn’t she? How many years had it been since she last brushed her teeth?

But as soon as this thought bubbled up in his mind, he forcefully suppressed it.

In fact, not only was there no unpleasant taste in Jing Yan’s mouth, but there was also a faint scent of orchids, very refreshing.

Kissing and kissing, regardless of whether Jing Yan felt anything, Li Qing certainly did.