Chapter 109: The Explosion of the Microcosm

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Damn it, bring it on! Instantly, a fierce little universe erupted within her chest. “Don’t take me for Hello Kitty just because I haven’t shown my fury yet!” Though she lacked martial arts skills, being publicly threatened with a sword pointed at her, while the opponent put on a grand display of pity, was intolerable—even for a woman. Yet, Rongqing did not recklessly attack; her strength and technique were no match for her adversary. Her only chance lay in turning the tables with cunning and surprise.

Clutching the wooden sword with both hands, her expression solemn, she focused every ounce of energy on her opponent’s every move. Then it came—a swift strike. Before her body could respond, the enemy’s sword had already closed in.

With a thud, she dodged the first blow, but the second deadly strike pressed the wooden sword against her spine. Rongqing smiled with a sense of release and ceased her attack. She shot back a provocative look. “Come again! I refuse to believe you’re a superhuman who never loses!”

The man holding the wooden sword looked at her with astonishment. She only grew braver after each setback. Unknowingly, a dazzling aura began to gather around the woman before him.

Mimicking his stance, Rongqing held the wooden sword with both hands, left foot forward, right foot behind, her body steady. Her eyes were taut, like a leopard ready to pounce at any moment. At the slightest move from her opponent, she would launch her fiercest attack.

Thud, thud... “Come again!” Time after time, round after round, the fire of battle blazed ever fiercer in her eyes. Unconsciously, a pressure and fighting spirit radiated from her inwardly. Each failure only enriched her experience, her sharp mind working overtime to devise unexpected moves that troubled her opponent.

The chief judge had already seen her explosive potential. Every actor started on equal footing, but only she grew stronger with each defeat, sparking great interest. Like a female warrior unwilling to yield, she improved with every fight.

In another bout, having absorbed ten attacks from her opponent in the previous match and nearly seized victory through a rare opening, Rongqing now resembled a playful leopard, a mischievous, clever fox in her gaze. Without realizing it, everyone was drawn to her; sweat blurred their vision, but the intensity and passion of the duel enraptured all. Meanwhile, the seasoned sword master opposite her looked visibly flustered and anxious, their confrontation reaching a boiling point.

Rongqing’s eyes had already read her opponent’s moves. Instead of facing them head-on, she rolled with the blade’s momentum, slipping beneath the sword. Suddenly, she kicked hard, eliciting a muffled grunt. Seizing the moment, she moved with lightning speed behind him, the sole of her foot pressing against his back. “You’ve lost,” she said calmly, breath slightly ragged.

Applause erupted throughout the audition hall. Having disengaged, Rongqing stumbled and sat on the ground, breathing heavily, her flushed face glowing with victorious confidence.

“Hatsan excellent girl? You are Alus,” Evans declared excitedly, rising to announce that Alus would be played by Rongqing.

Evans hadn’t expected this Chinese girl to work another miracle. Perhaps she wasn’t the best martial artist, but the spirit and will to fight shining in her eyes moved him deeply. The white-haired American elder stood, trembling slightly with excitement.

He took Rongqing’s hand and led her out of the audition room, addressing the crowd outside: “She is Alus. Don’t waste time.”

The glamorous Chinese actress’s face stiffened, unable to hide her jealousy. Actors from other countries whispered among themselves, voices filled with doubt, envy, and resentment echoing throughout the hall. Only the international superstar Wendy approached Rongqing gracefully, her beautiful eyes blinking like a goddess. Magnanimously, she said, “Congratulations. I really like this role, but…” She shrugged helplessly. “I no longer have that youth or confidence. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, Wendy,” Rongqing felt a stir in her heart and embraced the elegant senior actress. Perhaps Wendy possessed exquisite acting skills and a charming demeanor, but it was her mature grace that Rongqing truly appreciated.

“Heh heh, Rongqing, I knew you could do it. You’ve made our people proud!” Director Wang Zhang laughed as he patted his most admired actress on the shoulder, his face beaming with pride. Look, this is the talent he bet on. “Alright, go back and get some rest. In a few days, you’ll be heading to the Cordillera Mountains for training. Heh heh, don’t get too excited!”

Training? Why do you always announce things after the fact, Director Zhang... Training... I don’t want to... No one paid attention to the storm raging in Rongqing’s heart. Her fragile spirit couldn’t withstand the blow. Damn it!

Dragging her tired body back to the hotel, as soon as Rongqing opened the door, she noticed the room had changed. Her slippers, which she had left by the door, had been moved, and a familiar pair of men’s leather shoes appeared. Quietly closing the door, the only light was blocked outside. Carefully slipping into the living room, she found it pitch dark. Feeling her way, she stepped forward.

“Ouch…” Someone clumsily stumbled over an object on the floor, betraying his location.

The next moment, a strong force grabbed her wrist, pinning her against the wall. Intense, overwhelming masculine scent enveloped her. Before she could speak, a domineering kiss descended. The darkness heightened her senses—sensitive, passionate. The aggressive tongue pried open her delicate lips, inch by inch invading her territory. Their saliva mingled with a sizzling, intimate sound in the silent night. From initial resistance to eventual surrender, in the darkness, her bright eyes shimmered with tears as she looked at the man. Her heart pounded wildly, intoxicated by the thrill of secret passion.

“Hmm… Ho… Ho Ling Tian, I can’t take it anymore…” Rongqing gasped, breathless after countless kisses.

“Heh heh…” A deep voice rumbled from his chest, sultry… The man buried his face in her shoulder, catching his breath, steadying the overwhelming emotions stirred by his body’s excitement. “Baby, how did you know it was me?”

Rongqing rolled her eyes involuntarily. “Humph. Your world-class leather shoes are one of a kind. Only a secret flirt like you could afford to wear them!” The familiar scent on the man—after all those nights spent together—how could she not recognize it?

With a snap, Rongqing found the light switch. The dark living room brightened. The man who had sent her off at the airport yesterday was now standing before her. Sigh. You, huh!

Ling Tian glanced around the hotel room. Apart from a modest-sized living room, the rest was quite ordinary. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for his wife. She was used to a life of comfort and luxury at home, yet here she was, enduring hardship. In the end, he was the one feeling heartache.

Ling Tian had brought work to the U.S. and was busy handling company affairs on his laptop. Rongqing, fresh from a shower, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair hanging behind her, lazily approached the desk. With a raised brow and wearing a soft bathrobe, she casually sat in the man’s lap.

Alright then, no more annoying work! Life is short, and from now on, the emperor need not attend court early. Ling Tian finally understood the profound meaning of this. If he could hold his delicate wife like this every day, even the mightiest emperor wouldn’t be happier.

Upon arriving in America, the thought of heading to the mountains for a month of rigorous training made Rongqing especially cling to Ling Tian. “Ling Tian, I’m leaving for the Cordillera Mountains the day after tomorrow?” she pouted, planting playful kisses on his lips like a chick pecking grain.

Faced with his wife’s coquettishness and charming kisses, Ling Tian’s anger and complaints melted into tenderness. He only wished that damn director wouldn’t be so perverse! Training? That’s a joke. His precious baby would lose half a pound in that godforsaken wasteland, and he’d be heartbroken!

“Baby, let’s not go. It’ll be grueling. Running every morning, resistance training—you won’t be able to handle it!” Ling Tian tried to sway his beloved.

“But I fought so hard for this role. I don’t want to give up.” Her moist eyes looked at Ling Tian, and no matter how harsh or firm he might be, he could only swallow it all. Ling Tian realized he was powerless against Rongqing’s stubbornness. Scolding or giving up was impossible; as her all-powerful husband, he had to find a way.

Rongqing’s cold little hand mischievously slipped inside his shirt. Innocent yet teasing, she freely toyed with him. Despite his tanned skin, it was smooth and inviting, making him even more reluctant to let go. As she fondled him, his usually warm body grew as fiery as a flame.

“Husband, you’re so hot,” she murmured, turning around to straddle his lap, her warm breath tickling his ear, stirring a storm of desire.

Damn it! That fiery little demon! Ling Tian struggled to pull away the wandering hand. He couldn’t just surrender like this—they still had serious matters to discuss!

“Baby, be good. How about this—I’ll talk to the director and see if we can change locations.” That high, thin mountain air would be torturous. If they could switch places, the conditions and equipment wouldn’t be decided by him alone.

“Hmph, I don’t want to.” Rongqing pouted in dissatisfaction, playfully pinching his hot spot.

“Ouch…” Ling Tian groaned in pain. His clear eyes deepened like an ancient well. Suddenly, the air was enveloped by a scorching love. Rongqing felt a warm mound beneath her, clearly a big problem had been stirred up...

——End of side note——

Heh heh, next chapter: Ling Tian’s super transformation...