Transmigrating into the world of Jade Dynasty, I was targeted by the female lead in a reverse romanc

I stayed in Changhe City for another three days.

Biyao dragged Jiang Xiaochuan around the city, showing him all the sights and sampling every kind of snack. Jiang Xiaochuan ended up with a lot more gold and silver, all given to him casually by Biyao. Each time, he would say "too extravagant" while quickly putting it away.

On the morning of the fourth day, they had just left the inn, preparing to go to the East Market to watch street performers.

Across the street, a black figure stood silently.

You Ji was still dressed in black, her face veiled. She stood there like a shadow, and the bustling crowd around her seemed to automatically avoid her.

Biyao paused, and the smile on her face faded slightly.

Youji walked over, glanced at Biyao first, and then her gaze fell on Jiang Xiaochuan.

"Miss," she said calmly, "it's time to get going."

Biyao pursed her lips, said nothing, and just looked at Jiang Xiaochuan.

With a flick of her wrist, Youji revealed a rope in her palm.

It wasn't the dark gold spirit-binding rope from before; this one was deep black with faint dark red patterns flowing through it. It looked thinner, but it gave off a more dangerous feeling.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the rope, his face darkening. He didn't say anything, but silently stretched out his two hands and put them together.

With a flick of her wrist, Youji sent out a black rope that flew out as if it were alive. It quickly wrapped around Jiang Xiaochuan's wrists, arms, upper body, and legs, binding him tightly in just a few breaths, leaving only his head and feet exposed. The rope wasn't very tight, but when Jiang Xiaochuan tried to move, he found that his spiritual energy was stuck in a quagmire, extremely sluggish, and he even had difficulty lifting a finger.

Once Youji had tied him up, she raised her hand, and Jiang Xiaochuan was lifted off the ground, floating beside her.

"Let's go," Yu Ji said, her figure rising into the air and flying towards the outskirts of the city. Her speed was slow, but very steady.

Biyao looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, who was bound like a dumpling and floating in the air, and her lips moved as if she wanted to say something. Youji's voice came calmly: "Miss's cultivation is still shallow, and carrying someone for a long distance will consume too much energy. Let me do it."

Biyao fell silent, summoned the Heartbreak Flower, and a white light lifted her up, placing her beside Youji.

Jiang Xiaochuan was like a large piece of luggage, carried by You Ji as they flew. At first, he was well-behaved, but after flying for a while, perhaps feeling bored, or uncomfortable being tied up, he started to talk.

"Senior Youji," he turned his head to look at the profile of the woman in black beside him, her face veiled and nothing visible, "You've been flying for so long, aren't you tired? Why don't you take a break?"

Youji ignored him.

"Senior Youji, isn't it stuffy wearing that veil? It's so sunny here," Jiang Xiaochuan continued, his tone sincere.

"Why don't you take it off to get some fresh air? Let me admire your unparalleled beauty too?"

Yu Ji's flying figure paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Biyao, standing to the side, raised her eyebrows and glared at Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan was completely unaware, his gaze sweeping over You Ji. You Ji was tall and slender, dressed in black, but her curves were not hidden at all; she had a slim waist and long legs, quite a sight to behold.

"Tsk tsk," Jiang Xiaochuan made a cryptic sound, "Senior Youji, you've maintained your figure remarkably well. How do you train? Do you have any secrets you could share?"

"Jiang, Xiao, Chuan!" Biyao finally couldn't hold back anymore, her voice squeezing out through clenched teeth, filled with murderous intent.

She activated the Heartbreak Flower, suddenly accelerating to Jiang Xiaochuan's side, reaching out and grabbing his ear, twisting it hard.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Jiang Xiaochuan cried out, tilting his head to the side.

Biyao twisted his ear and wouldn't let go, her chest heaving with anger.

"Say it again! Try saying it again!"

Jiang Xiaochuan winced as she pinched him, but he kept saying, "I was praising Senior Youji! Can't I even praise her figure? Ouch! Be gentle! My ear's going to fall off!"

Youji remained silent, simply flying, but Jiang Xiaochuan could sense that the surrounding air seemed to have cooled down a few degrees. He secretly glanced at Youji and noticed that her face, veiled in black, appeared to be turned towards him.

Then, Yu Ji reached into her bosom with her free hand.

Jiang Xiaochuan was taken aback, and Biyao, who was twisting his ear, was also taken aback.

Youji pulled something out of her bosom. It was white, made of soft fabric, and didn't look very big. Without even looking at it, she raised her hand and precisely stuffed it into Jiang Xiaochuan's mouth, which was still wailing.

"Waaaaah! Waaaaah!"

Jiang Xiaochuan's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and his mouth was stuffed full.

My first impression was that it was warm, carrying body heat, and then, perhaps a very faint salty taste? More than anything, there was a very unique, subtle fragrance, cool yet with a lingering sweetness, constantly wafting into my nose. It was the scent of You Ji.

He whimpered, trying to push the lump out with his tongue, but the fabric was packed so tightly that he couldn't budge it.

The world is finally quiet.

Biyao released her grip on his ear, looked at his bulging cheeks, and then at Youji, who had already turned her head and was looking straight ahead, as if she hadn't done anything at all.

Biyao stared at Jiang Xiaochuan, at the white thing in his mouth, bit her lip, and suddenly reached out, pinched a corner of the cloth, and pulled hard.

With a "plop," the lump was pulled out, still covered in Jiang Xiaochuan's glistening saliva.

Jiang Xiaochuan gasped for breath, spat twice, and was about to speak—

Biyao was even faster. Without even looking at the wad of white cloth still covered in Jiang Xiaochuan's saliva, she shoved it back into Jiang Xiaochuan's mouth, this time deeper and harder.

"Ugh!!" Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Biyao was still not satisfied after stuffing it in. She thought for a moment, then reached into her bosom and rummaged around for a while before pulling out a small, light green object made of softer, lighter fabric.

Then, she grabbed Jiang Xiaochuan's chin, pulled the white clump out of his mouth, threw it aside, and quickly stuffed the light green clump in her hand back in.

After doing all that, she clapped her hands, as if she had accomplished something great. Then she glared fiercely at Jiang Xiaochuan, turned back, and focused on flying.

Jiang Xiaochuan was completely dumbfounded, with Biyao's light green undergarment stuffed in his mouth. The fabric, still warm from Biyao's body, carried a sweet, clean scent of a young girl, mixed with the lingering cool fragrance of Youji, all rushing into his head.

He couldn't utter a sound; only a muffled, choked noise escaped his throat.

In her mind, Hong Li laughed so hard she almost fell over, her voice broken and fragmented: "Ha...haha...I'm dying of laughter...but that smell...it smells nice...which one smells better? Hmm?"

Jiang Xiaochuan closed his eyes, pretending not to hear.

He gave up struggling, like a truly dead fish, letting Youji carry him, flying towards the vast, boundless, and somewhat frighteningly blue sea to the east in the increasingly high and cold wind.

The sea breeze was strong, carrying a salty, fishy smell, which made his hair fly wildly and his robes flutter loudly.

Below, the deep blue sea was churning and stretched as far as the eye could see.

Liubo Mountain is still a long way off.