Chapter 110.1 : Strange Smell (Part 1)
As the lingering aftertaste faded, Chu Ge let out a breath of turbid air.
He was at an age of surging vitality to begin with, and with the enhancement of dragon blood flowing through his veins, releasing himself like this allowed him to thoroughly ease both body and mind.
Truth be told, when it came to such matters, Chu Ge was already quite restrained.
Given his current status, if he truly wanted to indulge and sample pleasures, he wouldn't even need to say anything outright—just letting slip the slightest hint would be enough.
Outer disciples, inner disciples, even core disciples—he could easily find a large number of women who would be willing.
It was simply that Chu Ge did not wish to act that way.
Still, when emotions truly surged, he would not deliberately suppress them either.
After the two sisters meticulously helped him clean away the residual sword qi, Chu Ge unceremoniously flicked each of them on the forehead.
"Truly audacious—how dare you offend this senior brother's dignity!"
He adjusted the jade belt at his waist and reprimanded them with a stern expression.
Naturally, it had no effect. Even Lu Fuyao merely smiled shyly, clearly not taking it to heart.
"Hehe, we just thought senior brother looked like he was holding back so painfully! Don't be angry, senior brother—if you're still feeling heated, my sister and I can help you vent it again."
Lu Tingni smiled brightly and winked at Chu Ge.
Though she had not yet fully matured, that gaze already carried a few traces of sultry charm.
Chu Ge wasn't truly angry—if anything, he was secretly delighted.
This was merely a symbolic display of his authority as a senior brother. After all, Lu Tingni was clearly not the obedient type, and it was better to leave her with at least some sense of boundaries for the future.
"You've really thought this through? Your senior brother here is no gentleman."
Chu Ge laid his cards on the table. After having already crossed such a line with the two sisters, he had no intention of letting them go.
He stated his intentions openly.
"Oh my, my sister and I are just two weak women without any lofty ambitions. Senior brother is surely destined to rule and stand above all others—when that time comes and you're surrounded by many people, you might not even look our way anymore. Naturally, this junior sister has to act early."
Lu Tingni looked at Chu Ge pitifully.
Chu Ge rolled his eyes at the girl, who seemed to have suddenly been possessed by a dramatic spirit.
With his intelligence-gathering ability, already fully aware of the depth of the two sisters' feelings toward him, Chu Ge naturally did not believe a single word she said.
He had no intention of probing further. Pulling the two of them closer, he stamped a kiss on each of their lips, then took out the Dao-Manifestation Rings he had prepared long ago.
Under the sisters' ecstatic gazes, Chu Ge slowly placed the rings onto their fingers.
At this moment, even Lu Fuyao could no longer restrain her excitement. She leaned in on her own initiative and lightly brushed Chu Ge's cheek, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water.
Lu Tingni followed suit, planting a kiss on his other cheek.
However, she was rather sly—activating the snapshot function of the diary replica to record the moment when both she and Lu Fuyao were pressed against Chu Ge's face at the same time.
At this instant, the joy in their hearts was truly indescribable.
They naturally understood what the Dao-Manifestation Rings represented.
Their practical effects were secondary—the true significance lay in Chu Ge personally placing them on their fingers. That was what the two of them truly cared about.
Although they had never mentioned their desire for these rings in the group chat, their longing for them had always been intense.
At the same time, the sisters finally breathed a sigh of relief—Chu Ge had unquestionably accepted them.
To be honest, they had been extremely anxious at the start, afraid that Chu Ge might be unwilling to take them both in.
After all, within the group chat, they were the least remarkable.
Whether in cultivation, background, or status, they fell far behind the others.