Chapter 249: Provoked to the Extreme, Almost Losing Control
Chapter 249: Chapter 249: Provoked to the Extreme, Almost Losing Control
"Then stop wasting time. Verify it now."
Si Jin’s gaze was locked on the curled-up figure inside the detection pod. His voice was as cold as if it had been quenched in ice, each word laced with an uncontainable, grim ferocity.
Xing Che also urged from the side, his voice fraught with an anxiety that was nearly spilling over.
"Hurry! If this drags on, I’m afraid Shengsheng won’t be able to hold on!"
Bai Ye said nothing more, turning to press a hidden panel on the pod’s wall.
With a CLICK, a small drawer popped open. Inside lay a palm-sized portable spiritual power scanner.
He quickly connected the scanner to his personal terminal, flew through the parameter calibrations, and then aimed the slender probe at the center of Yun Sheng’s forehead.
Si Jin and Xing Che stood guard on the left and right sides of the pod door, their auras stretched taut. Their gazes were fixed on the fluctuating data on the terminal.
Xing Che’s fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly. His lips were pressed into a tight line as he remained silent.
Si Jin’s breathing was light and slow, but the chill in his icy eyes was deeper than a frozen wasteland, every trace of emotion forcibly suppressed in their depths.
The scan began.
The instrument emitted a low, steady HUM as the data stream scrolled frantically across the screen.
Inside the pod, cold sweat continued to ooze from Yun Sheng’s pores, sliding down her pale cheeks and soaking the wisps of hair at her temples.
Her brows were tightly knitted and her lips quivered, but she made no sound, as if trapped in an inescapable nightmare.
The spiritual power swirling around her grew more chaotic, like threads ripped apart by a fierce wind. It pulsed out in savage waves, carrying violent fluctuations of agitation, pain, and distress.
The next moment, the out-of-control spiritual power suddenly found its targets.
Like a drowning man seeing driftwood, it surged madly toward the three men outside the pod.
It latched onto Si Jin first.
The chaotic power latched onto the back of his hand resting near the pod door, winding around it tightly and refusing to let go.
Si Jin’s frame went rigid, but he didn’t pull away in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately moved his fingers closer.
He allowed the rampaging power to have its way with him, using his own spiritual power to steadily cushion her turmoil.
Xing Che felt it too.
Yun Sheng’s spiritual power coiled fiercely around his fingertips, no longer gentle and soft like before, but now carrying a searing volatility.
But he gritted his teeth and didn’t pull back. Instead, he reached out and gently brushed against her ice-cold fingertips.
"Shengsheng, don’t be afraid. We’re here."
The moment he spoke, Yun Sheng’s radiating spiritual power tightened abruptly. As if it had heard his voice, or perhaps acting on pure instinct, it coiled around him tighter and more urgently.
The veins on the hand Bai Ye used to hold the probe bulged. He stared unblinkingly at the terminal screen, his heart sinking with every new set of data that flashed by.
He was more anxious than anyone, but he couldn’t lose his composure. ’If I lose it, Yun Sheng will be in real danger!’
Just then, a chaotic strand of spiritual power, full of agitation and urgency, slammed into his spiritual power barrier.
He froze for a second, then deliberately lowered his spiritual power barrier, allowing that fragile yet frenzied power to bore through like a vine and invade his spiritual landscape.
The next instant, a searing, chaotic strand of Spiritual Silk wrapped around his spirit core.
Bai Ye’s breath hitched. He had to keep his eyes glued to the data on the screen, not daring to lose focus for even a second, while simultaneously enduring the ceaseless temptation it sent.
Yun Sheng’s spiritual power was too hot, too clinging. It carried an unconscious allure and dependence as it rampaged through the most sensitive depths of his spiritual landscape.
Cold sweat beaded on his temples, but Bai Ye couldn’t even spare a moment to wipe it away, forcing himself to maintain his concentration.
But every time Yun Sheng’s spiritual power gently coiled and tugged deep within his spiritual landscape, his body grew more tense, his fingertips clenching tighter.
The unbearable, tantalizing sensation spread from the depths of his spiritual landscape and shot through his entire body, making him want to just close his eyes and let himself drown in it.
’But I can’t. I have to watch the data. I have to find the problem.’
Nearby, Si Jin and Xing Che were faring no better.
Yun Sheng’s spiritual power was wrapped tightly around the back of Si Jin’s hand. A soft, hot strand of Spiritual Silk entangled his own spiritual power and gave a gentle tug.
An indescribable, electric tingle shot from his fingertips to the crown of his head—heavy, hot, and carrying an almost intimate craving.
His entire body went rigid. He almost lost control, almost unleashed his own spiritual power to completely envelop her, soothe her, possess her.
’But I don’t dare.’
He didn’t dare to entwine with it, didn’t dare to indulge. He could only remain ramrod straight, allowing Yun Sheng’s spiritual power to linger and caress him, a tender torment that made his chest ache and the muscles of his lower abdomen clench into a rigid line.
Restraint had become the greatest torture.
Xing Che had it even worse.
His fingertips were in direct contact with Yun Sheng’s hand. Her spiritual power burrowed in through his skin, sticky and hot, winding like a small serpent around his own Spiritual Silk, nibbling and hooking gently.
A tremor wracked his body, and the tips of his ears flushed red. He clenched his jaw tight to suppress a groan.
The itch wasn’t physical; it was a deep, spiritual craving—both to desire and be desired.
’I want to coil around her in return. I want to crush her into my body. I want her to rely on me and me alone.’
But looking at Yun Sheng’s pale, pained face, Xing Che could only force himself to endure. He endured until his knuckles trembled and his breath came in hot gasps, every nerve teased to an itching, swelling agony, on the verge of snapping.
Three men. Three entangled threads of spiritual power. None of them dared to move.
The feeling of being tantalized to the absolute limit, yet unable to respond, was more grueling than any battle.
The pod was silent save for the low hum of the instrument and the three men’s desperately suppressed breaths. In her unconscious state, Yun Sheng unconsciously demanded, coiled, and clung, while Si Jin, Xing Che, and Bai Ye could only exercise iron-clad restraint, not daring to respond in the slightest.
Hot, numbing, itching, swelling.
Every single sensation pushed them to the verge of exploding.
The seconds ticked by, agonizingly slow.
Receiving no response, her spiritual power gradually shifted from craving to panic, from agitation to outright frenzy.
Yun Sheng’s brows furrowed and her lips grew pale. The Spiritual Silk wrapped around the three men began to tremble and constrict, like an abandoned vine pulling tighter and tighter in a growing panic. Its fluctuations grew ever more frantic.
"Yun Sheng... Her condition is getting more unstable..."
Bai Ye forced the words out through clenched teeth, his voice so hoarse it was nearly inaudible. Cold sweat slid from his temple down his jaw, dripping onto his collar and staining it a darker shade.
A vein on the back of Si Jin’s hand throbbed.
Yun Sheng’s Spiritual Silk was wound tightly around his wrist, hot and thin, trembling as if in distress. Each slight quiver made his chest ache and stretched his sanity to its breaking point.
He could clearly sense her anxiety, her fear, her near-desperate craving.
’If we don’t respond, she’s really going to break.’
"What if we try to respond to her? Might that help?"
At this, Xing Che’s body tensed. His amber-gold eyes were shot through with red veins from the strain of his self-control. "What if we’re careful? Should we give it a try?"