Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

Since they got together and confirmed their feelings for each other, Yingming couldn't resist any of Chuzhuo's actions.

Unintentional, seductive, teasing, punitive...

As long as it comes from Chuzhuo.

Ying Ming's long eyelashes drooped, his prominent Adam's apple bobbed as he nudged his neck, slightly loosening his grip, his fingers tightening around Chu Zhuo's chin, and he lowered his head, his lips touching Chu Zhuo's.

After a light, fleeting kiss, a passionate, intense kiss followed.

That fierce and domineering demeanor, that relentless, penetrating strength, seemed to want to meld the person in his arms into his very bones and fill every inch of their soul.

Chu Zhuo's breath was taken away, his fingers gripped Ying Ming's clothes tightly at his chest, his fingertips turning white, his eyes gradually becoming dizzy, he enjoyed and indulged in their intimate fusion.

The kiss lasted for a long time before it ended.

The two sat on the edge of the Ice and Fire Exquisite Platform.

Chu Zhuo took a deep breath and quickly realized something was wrong.

It seemed that he had gained a power within him that he could refine.

He had previously exhausted his power to repair the nearly collapsed order of the myriad worlds, preventing a catastrophe.

Later, Yingming further diminished his original power to help him enter the Three Thousand Worlds to nurture his soul.

Through his interactions with numerous Heavenly Daos, Chu Zhuo's power of law intersected with the Three Thousand Worlds. During this process, his understanding of the law became more profound, and new power grew from it.

But that power could never break through the limitations; it was always missing a medium.

Now... we have this medium.

Heaven and earth paved the way for him.

"I can finally start doing what I've always wanted to do." Chu Zhuo's face was filled with excitement and seriousness.

Ying Ming's large, warm hand cupped Chu Zhuo's face, and he placed a kiss on Chu Zhuo's forehead: "Zhuo Bao, do whatever you want to do, I will always support you."

On their way back from the frigid land, they encountered the True Lord of the Eastern Pole.

Dongji looked dejected.

Chu Zhuo called out to him, "Dongji, what's wrong?"

Dongji looked miserable, then turned around and saw Yingming there as well. After giving him a perfunctory greeting, he confided to Chuzhuo, "The research on spiritual herbs has run into some trouble and can't continue."

After saying that, his mind raced: "Hey, timing is everything. Maybe I'm just too caught up in the situation to see things clearly. Chu Zhuo, can you help me figure out what the problem is?"

Chu Zhuo followed Dongji to his residence.

The process of making the elixir was put on hold. Various kinds of magical herbs were laid out on the table, and the mortar contained semi-finished orange powder.

Chu Zhuo touched a tiny bit with his fingertip, sniffed it, then fiddled with the bottles and jars on the table, extending his divine power from his palm and brushing it over the divine herbs.

A moment later, he selected the Nine-Turn Lingzhi from several kinds of divine herbs.

"How much of this did you add?"

Dongji stared at the Nine-Turn Lingzhi in his hand, recalling the details in his mind, and then said a number.

"Too much," Chu Zhuo explained. "I haven't seen any problems with the other things yet, but the age of this Nine-Turn Lingzhi has exceeded its own limit. According to its corresponding 100,000-year age, if the amount is not reduced, it will affect other divine herbs."

Dongji's pupils widened as he held up the Nine-Turn Lingzhi with great curiosity, exclaiming repeatedly, "This is actually a 100,000-year-old one? No wonder I could never find the root of the problem!"

The highest age for a Nine-Turn Lingzhi is only 90,000 years.

This plant actually broke through its own limitations?!

His cultivation was limited, and he could only see 90,000 years, but he never expected that there was another layer above 90,000 years.

Before this, Dongji's thoughts were limited to the divine herb itself. He had an expression of "I see" on his face, and then tentatively asked, "So we have to reduce the amount by half?"

"Two-thirds, I guess," Chu Zhuo said again. "There's a world of difference between ten thousand years and one hundred thousand years. But you're more familiar with spiritual herbs than I am, so use your own judgment. I'm just giving you a small suggestion based on my guess."

The East Pole moves its head.

He asked in a tentative tone, though he already had a general idea in mind, but wasn't quite sure. Chu Zhuo's words gave him a boost of confidence.

With the root of the problem found, Dongji's mood improved, and he had a meal with Chuzhuo and Yingming.

In Dongji, they add some medicinal herbs to their cooking, which have a nourishing effect, but the food is not unpalatable at all.

Chu Zhuo and Ying Ming sat down side by side, chopsticks in hand; guests had arrived.

Ling Feng crossed his arms and said, "Did I arrive just in time?"

Dongji added another set of chopsticks and a bowl: "Yes, please sit down."

"I heard about the Phoenix Clan a few days ago. Did that cub really run into your hands?" Ling Feng asked curiously after sitting down.

Dongji had been busy refining elixirs these past few days, but progress had stalled for a long time, causing him considerable worry. He was unaware of this matter and, upon hearing this, simultaneously turned to Chuzhuo: "What cub?"

Chu Zhuo then told Dongji about the Phoenix Clan.

Dongji said, "That little phoenix is ​​quite agile."

After the meal, Ling Feng and Dong Ji had other things to do, so they saw the two to the door.

Ling Feng glanced at the two of them and said, "Chu Zhuo, Ying Ming, happy marriage."

Chu Zhuo smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Thanks!"

Ying Ming put his arm around Chu Zhuo's back, his hand wrapping around Chu Zhuo's other shoulder, his eyes filled with deep and intense love as he looked at Chu Zhuo: "Mmm."

*

After resolving the matter in the Eastern Pole, Chu Zhuo returned to the Chaos Realm to regulate the power within his body.

Once he has gained more proficiency, then we can proceed with the next steps.

Another hundred days passed, and the seclusion ended. Chu Zhuo received a message.

The envelope was signed "Dongji".

Chu Zhuo opened the letter and saw that the research on the elixir had been successful. Inside the envelope was a Kunlun Snow Soul Pill, thanking him for his guidance.

Ying Ming had been waiting alone in his room for a hundred days after his marriage. After Chu Zhuo finished reading the contents of the envelope, he couldn't wait to pick her up and carry her towards the bedroom.

Chu Zhuo stayed obediently in his arms, poking the man's muscular chest with her finger: "I'm starting to crave Jade Spirit Soup."

Ying Ming paused, Zhuo Bao was craving something sweet, and he couldn't very well stop her.

Unable to find a way out, Ying Ming turned right and carried him straight to the kitchen.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Yingming satisfied Chuzhuo.

Four or five days passed in a daze, and Chu Zhuo had satisfied Ying Ming.

Half-asleep, Chu Zhuo felt her eyelids were so heavy she could barely open them, and she felt as if she had returned to her wedding night.

……

Relying on his profound cultivation, Ying Ming seemed tireless, barely managing to satisfy his craving before stopping with restraint.

Chu Zhuo tilted his head to the side and fell asleep completely.

Ying Ming wrapped his forearm tightly around Chu Zhuo's shoulder, pulling him into his embrace. His dark eyes, filled with deep affection, gazed at the boy's delicate face.

He couldn't get enough of looking at Chu Zhuo. He kissed her forehead, then down to her brow, the tip of her nose, her lips... He didn't want to let go as he kissed her, and he ended up getting all hot and bothered.

Yingming bit Chuzhuo's lips and licked them.

Chu Zhuo wasn't fast asleep when a light but firm pressure pressed down on his face, blocking his mouth. He groped around with his hands.

Starting from Yingming's chest and moving upwards, I felt his hard collarbone, his well-defined neck, his sharp chin, and his smooth facial contours. Once I identified the correct spot, I applied slight pressure with my wrist and pushed Yingming's face away.

"Ugh, I'm tired..." Chu Zhuo turned her head to one side.

Ying Ming's throat tightened, and after being obediently pushed away, he took a moment to recover before turning back.

He gave Chu Zhuo's lips a final, fleeting kiss, then held her tightly in his arms and whispered, "Sleep."

The next day, it was bright and clear.

Chu Zhuo opened her eyes, turned to the side, and rolled into Ying Ming's chest.

Ying Ming raised an eyebrow slightly, his hand naturally gripping Chu Zhuo's lower back, then he turned over and lay flat on the bed.

Chu Zhuo's body was arched up as he was turned upside down. He blinked in a daze and found himself lying on top of Ying Ming. He didn't open his mouth, but only made a sticky "hmm" sound from his throat, with a slightly puzzled tone.

Yingming slowly moved his palm downwards.

As if a string had snapped in his brain, Chu Zhuo instantly snapped back to reality: "..."

They are all innate gods, but their desires in the underworld are ridiculously strong.

……

After resting for a few days, Chu Zhuo went to see the God of Destiny.

The Star Lord of Destiny's hearty laughter rang out, and he drew closer: "Chu Zhuo, you've arrived."

Having said that, without caring that Ying Ming was right beside her, Si Ming complained, "I haven't seen you for months, and you've finally graced my humble abode with your presence today! What an honor!"

Chu Zhuo looked up at the residence of the Star Lord of Destiny, as if asking curiously, "Where is my humble abode? I can't see it." Then, he patted Ying Ming on the shoulder and said seriously, "Ying Ming, have we entered a strange space? Should we break free?"

After speaking, divine power flowed through Chu Zhuo's palm.

Ying Ming chuckled softly, indulging and cooperating: "I'm sure Lord Si Ming wouldn't joke about where we live. Where should Zhuo Bao go first?"

Siming: "..."