【In the fifty-seventh year of the simulation, you leveraged connections to send your little pet into the Enforcement Hall of the Immortal Alliance—this was a quiet move.】
【In the fifty-eighth year, Sanshan Sect and surrounding sects jointly divided the territories of the Broken Law Gate and Wandao Sect, greatly expanding their power, though it would take thirty years to fully assimilate.】
【With nothing pressing to do, you quietly resumed your cultivation.】
【In the sixtieth year, you learned that your little pet had reached the Formation Establishment stage, still at the Nine Laws Golden Core level. To celebrate, you sent a grand gift.】
【A month later, your little pet returned briefly; even after breaking through Golden Core, he couldn’t shake his clingy nature—clinging to you for lifts and peach blossom broth.】
【At the same time, you learned that your little pet wished to transfer from the Enforcement Hall to the Battle Division, and you expressed your support.】
【Time flew by, and thirty years passed in a blink.】
【Your little pet made a great name for himself on the Four Domains battlefield. His title gradually shifted from Qingyang Zhenren’s direct disciple to the awe-inspiring Battle Spirit Spear Xuantian Zhenren!】
【Every month, he sent back a letter home; every year, he carved out a month to visit you, asking for kisses and hugs. Festivals were never missed without gifts sent through teleportation. You also responded with letters and gifts.】
【And you, Qingyang Zhenren, looked around at the sects quietly digesting their expanded territories and glanced once more at the thriving Sanshan Sect—still free of open conflict—and sighed softly, hiding your ambitions and aspirations behind trivial daily affairs.】
【Fifty years passed swiftly. Your little pet continued to win battle after battle, earning grand honors. Rewarded heavily by the Immortal Alliance’s upper echelons, with vast resources, he became the first Yuan Ying Zhenjun in the history of the Alliance to reach the hundred-year mark in cultivation.】
【— Xuantian Zhenjun!!】
【Because of your little pet’s relentless effort, your status rose accordingly—maternal privilege secured. Daoist Zhang from Tianhe Sect even traveled thousands of miles just to congratulate your disciple.】
【In the one hundred fiftieth year of the simulation, your little pet returned from the outer domain battlefield. You hosted a grand feast for three thousand spiritual guests, inviting many peers. Nearby sects all dared not disobey, sending gifts in congratulation.】
【The feast lasted three days and three nights. Benefiting from your little pet’s strong spirit, you, still in the early Golden Core stage, savored the rare adulation normally reserved for late Golden Core cultivators.】
【Some even proclaimed that discipleship should be like Su Xuantian’s and apprenticeship like Su Qingyang’s—lavishly praising both master and disciple!】
The bright moon hung high, candlelight flickering.
Tonight, the moon over Sanshan Sect was unusually full, casting a mesmerizing glow.
“Master, try this Spirit-Refining Xuan Wine I brought back from the outer domain. They say even Golden Core cultivators feel intoxicated—drunken until no end,” Su Xiaohēi said with a smile, eyes gleaming with anticipation as he personally poured a cup for Su Bai, then respectfully offered it to her.
“How thoughtful,” Su Bai smiled, taking the cup. She parted her vermilion lips and drank it down in one go. Instantly, surging spiritual energy rushed through her meridians like a roaring tide, spreading warmth throughout.
Her cultivation, previously stagnant like a dead pool, suddenly shot upward by leaps and bounds.
“Another cup?” Su Xiaohēi’s eyes sparkled with a strange light.
“Another,” Su Bai said, eager for more.
“Another cup?”
“Another.”
After several cups, even a powerful Golden Core Zhenren began to feel tipsy.
Yet the sensation of being immersed in thick spiritual energy was like an invisible hand gripping the soul tightly, irresistible, drawing one to sink ever deeper into the world of this spirit wine.
“Master, want more?”
Su Xiaohēi smiled sweetly at Su Bai, his gaze carrying excitement and the nervousness before a big success.
By now, Su Bai swayed slightly, but still staggered to her feet and grabbed Su Xiaohēi’s collar. “Fill it up!”
The normally pale face of the Sect Leader Qingyang had turned flushed with drunkenness, like a blooming red lotus in the night—stunningly beautiful, with a hint of wild abandon.
“This is even stronger than my dad’s Erguotou! Awesome!”
Erguotou?
The word flashed through Su Xiaohēi’s mind, unfamiliar, but he was used to his master muttering strange things, so he only blinked briefly and dismissed it.
“Master, are you drunk?”
“No.”
“Really not?”
“Alright, maybe a little.”
Su Bai shook her head, trying to sober up, but her vision blurred further and the noise around grew louder.
Suddenly, the “little pet” she once looked down on had picked her up in his arms without warning and was heading toward the familiar cultivation bed in Qingyang Hall. Gently, he laid her down.
“You’re getting more filial.”
“Not only boosting my reputation outside but also bringing resources home—raising you was never in vain~ hic!”
Moonlight poured in through the carved window lattices of Qingyang Hall, casting a silvery glow. The figure on the bed, drunk, appeared especially delicate, her pale face flushed, eyes gazing at him drowsily.
“Xiao Hei~”
“Master, I’m here.”
Su Xiaohēi’s gaze fixed on Su Bai as if drawn by a magnet, unable to look away.
He swallowed hard, his throat moving slightly, heartbeat accelerating, cheeks warming with this sudden flutter.
“Master, you’re so beautiful.”
“I really want to…”
“Tsk~ Su Xiaogui, stop dawdling, go for it!”
“Old guy, buzz off. Don’t you see our Prison Lord is busy?”
“It’s been over a hundred years, and finally Su Xiaogui’s ‘filial piety’ has turned sour. Worth every bit of the hand-holding I did to teach him how to refine the Drunken Spirit Powder.”
“Hmph! Having to drug her for this—Prison Lord, I express my disdain on behalf of all demon cultivators!”
Even with visual blocked, the old ghosts in the Soul Prison could hear everything clearly through their sharp hearing, snickering as they “watched” Su Xiaohēi get flustered.
Su Xiaohēi’s ears reddened slightly. The fearsome Xuantian Zhenjun, who had rampaged through the five domains with a black spear and offended countless powers, was nothing more than a fledgling when it came to matters of the heart.
“Shut up.”
“I-I-I… I’m just helping Master cultivate. I’m a Yuan Ying Zhenjun and can help Master reach higher levels through dual cultivation. Besides, I’m upper-level Immortal Alliance; Alliance laws permit male and female dual cultivation to explore the Dao together. I’m just dual cultivating with Master—leave the Alliance aside, where is the violation?”
Blushing dark red, Xuantian Zhenjun stammered his defense.
“Tsk~ Just satisfying your long-unfulfilled possessiveness and lust. Prison Lord, don’t think yourself so noble—demon cultivator or not, ethics don’t mean much.”
The old ghosts laughed heartily in the Soul Prison.
The man’s expression darkened.
Possessiveness! Lust! Although he cultivated demonic arts well, his heart was still righteous!
He did all this for his master—to help her break through Yuan Ying, so they could share two millennia of life together, roaming freely in the world.
I’m not wrong!
Su Xiaohēi isn’t wrong, Zhou Xuan isn’t wrong, Xuantian Zhenjun isn’t wrong!
And even if it’s truly wrong, Mother spoils me so much, she’ll surely forgive me.
At this moment, the consequences of his childhood spoiled upbringing, crossing over a hundred years, hit right at Su Bai’s brow.
“Master, I like you so much. I’ve liked you since I was little. I like you, the peach blossom broth you make, your scent, and most of all, how you dote on me.”
“I’ll take responsibility for you… No, tonight I’ll just kiss you—no more, no immediate dual cultivation. I want you to take the initiative… well, actually, I want you to fall in love with me eventually.”
“Then we’ll each have our roles—you call me disciple, I’ll call you my wife.”
Growing more flustered by the second, Su Xiaohēi took a deep breath, untied the silk ribbon at the beauty’s waist beneath him, pulling off her clothes to reveal smooth, fragrant shoulders. He leaned over her, mounting her like a devout believer, lowering his head to gently and tenderly kiss her lips with all his feelings.
“Traitor! Scoundrel!!”
Welp, fully corrupted