Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 229 - 173: Next Time

The rich, mellow aroma of wine swirled between their lips as they kissed. The very temperature of the hall seemed to rise, carrying a subtle, intoxicating air.

Fei Yuan kissed her gently, one hand settling on the small of Sang Luo’s back. His long fingertips deftly untied the red silk sash at her waist. The ribbon, along with layers of thin gauze, piled up around her elbows, revealing skin fairer than frost and snow.

His voice was slightly hoarse. "...This outfit is more seductive on you than wearing nothing at all."

She reached out and hooked his belt. "Does Your Majesty like it?"

Fei Yuan didn’t speak. He stood up.

"Ah!" Sang Luo was straddling his lap, and his sudden movement startled her. She quickly wrapped her soft arms tightly around his neck and hooked her legs around his lean, firm waist. She then realized he was supporting her bottom firmly with one hand as he walked toward the study.

Fei Yuan sat Sang Luo down on the desk, right next to a neat stack of documents. Her heart began to race, her face growing even more charming and bewitching, enough to stir a fire in any man’s soul.

Fei Yuan’s eyes swept up and down her body. He said softly, "Little Luoruo, your body is truly beautiful. It’s captivating, making it hard to resist."

He held the wine pot in his other hand, took a drink, and then lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Sang Luo’s eyes widened. ’Wait, is this...’

Fei Yuan gave her no room to resist. He lowered his head, using his tongue to part her pearly teeth, and poured all of the peach-blossom-scented wine into her mouth.

Whether it was the long, deep kiss or the overly mellow wine, Sang Luo’s body soon went soft. She leaned against his embrace, her face flushed like the sunset clouds, her eyes hazy with desire.

Fei Yuan, however, did not take the next step.

Sang Luo raised a hand to touch his chest, but Fei Yuan grabbed both of her hands. He used the red silk sash from her waist to tie them together, preventing her from causing any more mischief.

The fire burning inside her felt as if it had been tied into a dead knot at its very exit. The feeling of being stuck in limbo was excruciating. "You..."

"What did you want to say, Little Luoruo?"

"You... you give it to me..." she muttered, embarrassed and annoyed.

He chuckled lightly. "You’re too quiet. I can’t hear you."

"I want you!"

Fei Yuan’s phoenix eyes instantly turned crimson. He lowered his head and bit her lip, one hand slipping beneath the hem of her gauze skirt.

After the wave of passion subsided, Sang Luo’s chest heaved as she glared at him angrily. "You know I don’t want this! Give me what I want!"

Fei Yuan’s palm moved up, gently kneading the soft flesh of her waist. He whispered, "Little Luoruo, I want to ask you something. Do you truly want to have a child with me?"

Feeling the cool wetness at her waist, Sang Luo’s face flushed an even deeper red. She gritted her teeth. "Does it matter if I want to or not? You and I both need this child—you know that better than I do! The sooner I get pregnant, the better! Now hurry up and untie this thing on my hands!"

"..."

Fei Yuan pulled the red silk from her hands, and the passion seemed to be pulled away with it. He stood up to leave. "I’ll go heat up a basin of water for you to bathe."

Sang Luo froze. ’He fed me the elixir, we did all that, and now he’s just sending me away like this?’

’Didn’t he get aroused at all?’

"You can’t actually be impotent, can you?"

"...I do want a child, but I don’t want our child to be born as a mere tool." Fei Yuan didn’t turn around, his voice hoarse. "I’m a little tired today. Next time."

"But we already agreed! You! What is this supposed to be? Do you even want a child or not?"

"I’ve also said that there’s no rush. When you truly want to have a child with me, we’ll have one then."

Fei Yuan casually grabbed an outer robe and draped it over her, covering her exposed body.

...

After that day, Sang Luo didn’t see Fei Yuan again for half a month. She heard he had gone into seclusion for Alchemy again. There was no telling when he would emerge, and Sang Luo couldn’t find another opportunity.

As the days passed, she grew increasingly worried about Little Qi. If things didn’t work out with Fei Yuan, she’d just have to try having a child with Ah Ze. Dealing with that temperamental old Phoenix could be sorted out later. She also recalled that the Eastern Beast Emperor was a single Emperor Beast. They’d met at a banquet, and he’d even sent her a plate of fruit when he saw she liked it. His impression of her must have been decent.

Sang Luo soon had no time to dwell on it. One day, the soul mark on her side flared with a burning heat.

’Something’s happened to Lan Cang?’

She teleported to the North Continent.

Thunderclouds gathered, and purple lightning roiled within them.

On the peak of a snow-capped mountain, Lan Cang had reverted to his original form and was undergoing the baptism of a Heavenly Tribulation.

A Beastman who successfully passes a Heavenly Tribulation will transform into a more powerful being. However, while undergoing the tribulation, a Beastman is extremely weak. If someone were to use this moment to launch a sneak attack, death would be almost certain.

As an outsider, Lan Cang’s expansion of power in the North Continent over the past few years had long ago secretly incited dissatisfaction among many local factions, who were looking for a chance to eliminate him.

He wanted to break through to the next realm as soon as possible to become stronger, to be worthy of protecting those he wished to protect. But he also feared the period of weakness during the Heavenly Tribulation. That was why this time, when he vaguely sensed the signs of Breaking Realm, he had taken the initiative to leave his children and go to a snowy plain a thousand li from Ice-breaking City, fearing that he would attract his enemies and endanger them.

At this moment, outside the Heavenly Tribulation, hundreds, even thousands of Beastmen wielding sharp weapons were attacking him.

Lan Cang had successfully endured six bolts of the tribulation; only the final one remained. Once he passed it, he would have succeeded. But the power of the last Heavenly Thunder was the most terrifying and the most crucial.

The massive black wolf was covered in golden runes and riddled with injuries. The surrounding snow and ice were stained with its blood. It was in an extremely weakened state, able to exert only about ten percent of its strength.

Several hundred Beastmen pounced at once. Lan Cang staggered to his feet, enduring the excruciating pain as he leaped up. In a single bite, he tore three Beastmen in half and crushed two more underfoot.

A longsword pierced through his chest from behind, missing his heart by only two centimeters.

He shifted back into his human form, looking even more battered and wretched. He reached up, yanked the longsword from his chest, and in a reverse motion, plunged it into the heart of the Beastman opposite him.

Immediately after, he smashed a fist into a Beastman ambushing him from the left, slamming him into the ice. The ice sheet cracked, and the Beastman’s skull was shattered to pieces, splattering white blood and brain matter all over the ground.

A moment later, a new pile of corpses lay on the ground, their blood dyeing the entire expanse of snow and ice red.

The blizzard intensified, and Lan Cang’s face grew even paler, no different from the corpses at his feet.

He looked up at the roiling black clouds high in the sky. The final bolt of the Heavenly Tribulation was faintly gathering, ready to strike at any moment.

His body felt as if it were restrained, and he could hardly move.

Not far away, a True King Rank Beastman conjured a hundred ice blades and aimed them at his heart. Just as he was about to attack—

Phoenix True Fire descended from the sky, incinerating him to ashes.

Lan Cang’s pupils trembled as he saw the figure running toward him in the distance. "Luoluo, don’t come any closer!"

Sang Luo tossed him a bottle of elixirs and said anxiously, "Quick, eat this."

It was a True Lowering Pill. When Fei Yuan had given one to Si Ye last time, she had asked if he had any more and gotten another bottle from him.

Lan Cang didn’t know what was inside, but he did as she said and swallowed it in one gulp. A purple-gold Heavenly Thunder instantly struck down, forcing Sang Luo back several li.

Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, the ground beneath her feet suddenly began to shake violently. The permafrost, dozens of meters thick, disintegrated in an instant, and she nearly fell into a newly opened fissure.

Fei Yuan arrived just in time to pull her into his arms. His face was dark with displeasure. "We haven’t seen each other for a few days, and you’ve run off to the North Continent again?"