Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 153

Ji Hongluan’s robe hung loosely, the fabric slipping from her shoulders like clouds veiling the moon. Leaning softly against Xu Yang, her chin rested delicately on his shoulder. She whispered near his ear, her breath warm and sweet, “Is this the only reward you want?”

Xu Yang glanced at Ji Hongluan, whose cheeks glowed with an unusual rosiness. Weighing his words carefully, he smiled and replied, “Of course not, but I’m not in a rush just yet.”

“You’re not in a rush, but I am,” Ji Hongluan murmured, swaying slightly like a kitten against him. Her playful tone, combined with her provocative movements, exuded a captivating charm.

Xu Yang felt his self-control slipping, but there was still something on his mind. Just as Ji Hongluan leaned closer, he raised his mouth toward hers, inviting her to bite him.

Ji Hongluan, never one to decline such an invitation, nipped at his lips twice. Unsatisfied, she deepened the kiss, her tongue and teeth entwining with his in an intimate dance that lingered far longer than either had expected.

Her cheeks flushed like autumn’s fiery red leaves, her eyes dreamy and unfocused. As her hand reached eagerly to remove Xu Yang’s robes, he intercepted her wrist, his grip firm yet gentle.

“?”

Ji Hongluan’s eyes sharpened slightly as she stared at Xu Yang, her voice tinged with frustration. “Are you full from outside and now don’t want a taste of me?”

“Of course not,” Xu Yang replied seriously.

The Supreme Yang Physique’s appetite was insatiable—there was no such thing as being “full.”

“Then why are you stopping me?” Ji Hongluan pressed, attempting to pull her hand away, though Xu Yang held firm.

“Hongluan, I need to ask you something,” Xu Yang said, his tone soft yet serious.

“Hmph. What is it?” Ji Hongluan’s breathing quickened, her expression a mix of irritation and curiosity.

“Why did your sister suddenly come to visit?”

Xu Yang’s voice was calm, but his sharp eyes betrayed his vigilance. This question directly pertained to his safety, and he needed answers.

“Why are you asking this?” Ji Hongluan’s tone turned sour, her eyes narrowing.

Xu Yang knew she would be jealous, so he smiled, lightly scratching her nose. “What else could it be? You said she’s a direct descendant of your clan, so I was naturally worried she might have been sent to seize your power.”

He chuckled and added teasingly, “I still want to live off my master for a few more years!”

Leaning forward, Xu Yang planted a playful kiss on Ji Hongluan’s lips.

“Even if I’m not the leader, you can still live off me,” Ji Hongluan said with a mix of annoyance and fondness, her cheeks tinged with a deeper blush. She straightened herself, holding Xu Yang’s face with both hands, her expression softening.

“My sister came because the ancestor heard about your achievements in White Emperor City,” Ji Hongluan explained. “He sees you as a rare talent and wants to invest in you early.”

“Invest? What does that mean?” Xu Yang asked, feigning ignorance as his lips brushed against hers.

Ji Hongluan’s response was interrupted by a muffled hum as Xu Yang deepened their embrace. Her hair became slightly disheveled as she murmured, “It means giving you two options: either me or my sister.”

“This is the way the immortals win over geniuses,” she continued, her brows furrowing slightly. “You careless disciple, you’re too irresistible for your own good.”

Satisfied with the information, Xu Yang released her, leaning back slightly. He smiled slyly and said, “So, Xiao Hongluan, you’re willing to stand against your clan for me?”

“Of course,” Ji Hongluan replied without hesitation. “You are my man. No one else can have you.”

Her delicate fingers traced along Xu Yang’s cheek, her phoenix eyes narrowing with fierce possessiveness. “Xu Yang, what do you think of my sister?”

Not very good—who would ask him if he was a reborn person as soon as they met? This is obviously a bit unreasonable!

Because if he was a reborn person, he would definitely not reveal his identity to a stranger. This behavior is too dangerous, making it easy for others to grasp his lifeline!

Of course, it’s not entirely impossible that Ji Xiyao was simply too well-protected by her elders. Perhaps she didn’t understand the sinister nature of people. To put it nicely, she was simple-minded; to put it bluntly, she was a little stupid!

Even if he was a reborn person, he would never admit it to Ji Xiyao. Becoming a teammate with someone like her would be a huge risk—she could expose his identity at any time!

“Normally, I don’t have any impression,” Xu Yang said truthfully.

“Then let me ask you, what color were her clothes?” Ji Hongluan asked, clearly unwilling to let him off the hook. Having her mood interrupted left her very unhappy. If this evil disciple didn’t satisfy her with his answer, she was certain to find ways to make him suffer!

“She wore a golden robe,” Xu Yang replied confidently.

“Nonsense! She was clearly wearing a sky-blue skirt. I’ll give you another chance—what kind of hair accessories did she have on her head?” Ji Hongluan scolded, her tone sharp.

Without hesitation, Xu Yang reached out and plucked the jade hairpin from Ji Hongluan’s head. Her silky black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, framing her flushed face beautifully. He waved the hairpin in front of her and said, “Her hair accessories looked just like this!”

“I’m asking about her, not me!” Ji Hongluan said angrily, glaring at him.

“Xiao Hongluan, but I only have eyes for you!” Xu Yang said, his tone filled with sincerity.

Ji Hongluan froze. The evil disciple’s words struck her heart like an arrow, piercing her softest place. Her cheeks burned as though boiling water bubbled beneath her skin. She felt her face grow hotter, as if it could power a steam engine.

“You… you lied to me again,” she said weakly, her voice lacking the conviction of anger.

“I didn’t lie to you, really. When I walked in and saw you, I was amazed. I almost thought the empress of some immortal dynasty had graced Qingming Palace. You were majestic—truly breathtaking. I even wanted to call you ‘Empress Hongluan,’ but when I saw there was someone else present, I held back,” Xu Yang explained, a gentle smile on his lips.

“That wasn’t an outsider—it was my sister,” Ji Hongluan corrected, her pretty face still flushed.

“Even if she were an outsider, it wouldn’t matter. You are my wife,” Xu Yang said, his tone unwavering as he delivered his line with a straight face.

Ji Hongluan’s heart trembled under the relentless sweetness of his words. Her gaze dropped, and her cheeks flushed even redder. She murmured softly, “Alright, alright. Then, what reward does this young man want from his wife?”

Xu Yang leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Actually, the reward I want is very simple. I want my wife to act as the empress, flip over my name card, and invite me to her chambers.”

Ji Hongluan blinked, momentarily speechless. After a moment, she poked Xu Yang’s forehead lightly and sighed with mock exasperation.

“You… you’re such a pervert. Even the master and disciple dynamic isn’t enough for you?”

“Then I wonder if my wife can satisfy this little wish of mine?” Xu Yang asked, his expression filled with hopeful anticipation.

Ji Hongluan hesitated briefly, letting out a faint sigh. Then her demeanor shifted completely. Like a supreme empress who had ruled an immortal dynasty for hundreds of years, her presence became overwhelmingly regal. The power of her aura swept across the hall like an imperial decree, silencing everything in its path.

Raising her chin slightly, she gazed down at Xu Yang and declared in a commanding tone, “Mr. Xu, I want you to sleep with me tonight!”

“Your Majesty, I obey your command!”

Without hesitation, Xu Yang scooped Ji Hongluan into his arms. In a flash of light, they disappeared into the back hall.

Bang!

The doors to the back hall slammed shut with a resounding thud, sealing them within. Not even a whisper of sound could escape through the tightly sealed door.