Nie Kong hesitated slightly. This Dragon Temple was arguably the absolute forbidden ground of Dragon Island. Although Long Tiangong treated him with the same regard as the Dragon Spirit Clan members, he did not possess the Dragon Spirit bloodline. To probe further into the Dragon Temple without permission might indeed be improper.

But just as Nie Kong was preparing to leave, a deep, resonant call reached his spirit-sense from that bizarre source of vitality. Though not a single note was sounded, Nie Kong clearly felt that something within was urgently awaiting his presence.

"Could it be the Ancestral Dragon King?"

Nie Kong was quite surprised. His spirit-sense remained extended over the Dragon Temple, yet that summoning call was fleeting, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. Suppressing the urge to enter the temple and investigate immediately, Nie Kong retreated toward Dragon Valley because he could sense several other spirit-senses rushing toward their location.

Clearly, these were powerful figures from the Dragon Spirit Clan coming to check the situation. If Nie Kong had truly entered, he might have been intercepted by them. It was better to withdraw first than to be dissuaded later, especially since the Dragon Temple passage was set to open the day after tomorrow. Even if he couldn't enter the passage itself, looking around inside the temple should still be possible, given that, to Long Tiangong, he was the husband of the twin sisters Long Meixian and Long Xuechan.

As his spirit-sense withdrew, that profound, mysterious sensation abruptly dissolved.

The sudden call, which had appeared and vanished without a trace, left Nie Kong pondering deeply, entirely sapping his interest in cultivation. The surrounding greenery dissipated in an instant.

"The Dragon Ancestor, truly?"

After a long pause, Nie Kong shook his head, dismissing the thought, and rose to walk toward the sleeping chamber. Thinking further now was useless; he would wait for another day to look into it.

Upon reaching the bedside, that familiar, surging desire erupted once more...

"Damn it, the Dragon Mate Seal!"

Nie Kong whirled around abruptly, only to see Long Meixian looking at him, her face flushed with desire, yet her eyes were icy cold.

"Long Meixian!"

Nie Kong spat out those three words almost through gritted teeth. He had assumed that after exhausting Long Meixian for so long that morning, he could enjoy a peaceful night’s sleep. Long Meixian certainly wasn't one to let an offense go unpunished, but the speed of her retaliation far exceeded Nie Kong's expectations.

He had been engrossed in contemplating the Dragon Ancestor matter just moments before and was caught off guard, allowing her to approach silently and trigger the "Dragon Mate Seal" before him.

"Hee hee!"

Qing Yue’s playful laughter echoed in Nie Kong's mind.

Hearing that sound, Nie Kong knew the little one must have detected Long Meixian’s approach long ago but deliberately withheld the warning. This infuriated him, but at this moment, Nie Kong had no patience to quibble with Qing Yue; the surging, tempestuous fire of desire had already overwhelmed his ability to restrain his impulses.

The moment Nie Kong moved, Long Meixian had already lunged, tackling him first, letting out a cold sneer: "Nie Kong, you bastard, let’s see how I deal with you!"

"..."

...

A long time later, the room finally settled into quietude.

"I absolutely must retaliate!"

Nie Kong gnashed his teeth inwardly, his mind quickly forming a plan. Long Meixian, you probably already planned to kick me to the curb after successfully 'borrowing seed,' didn't you? Well, I won't let you have your way. I’ll leave my mark on you now, something you won't forget for the rest of your life!

With a thought, Nie Kong summoned the thickest and shortest of the nine Golden Needles from his pet backpack—the "Wild Needle"—then completely inverted Long Meixian’s delicate body, positioning her prone on the bed. Long Meixian only managed an unconscious, soft hum, her beautiful eyes remaining tightly shut.

Perfect, that saves me a lot of maneuvering! Nie Kong thought with a quiet sneer, his gaze tracing along Long Meixian's smooth spine, finally landing on the two luscious, perfectly rounded globes of her buttocks.

The "Wild Needle" in his hand trembled almost imperceptibly, threads of golden light swirling around its shaft. But just as Nie Kong intended to permanently brand his mark onto Long Meixian’s snowy bottom, the descending needle suddenly halted. His pupils involuntarily contracted slightly.

Nie Kong's expression became exceedingly bizarre. His gaze was fixed intently on the two rows of teeth marks imprinted on her buttocks. Though faint, they were perfectly clear. He had left those marks the night before last; they had been there last night too, but they vanished this morning. He hadn't paid them much mind initially, but now, tonight, those long-vanished marks had reappeared!

"Long Xuechan!"

Several seconds later, a low growl, intensely suppressing fury, suddenly shattered the surrounding silence, causing the entire opulent residence to seem to tremble slightly.

...

...RO