The aroma of tea curled gently in the air. In the tea cup, the liquid was clear and emerald green, with several tea leaves floating lightly like tiny green boats. Su Bai took a delicate sip, her gaze settling on the adorable little boy sitting opposite her, wondering what trick he was up to this time.
Heartbeat?
What heartbeat!
If she really couldnโt defeat this treacherous disciple who defied his master, she would have severed the Su family bloodline with her own hands long ago!!
โStop playing aroundโโ
Just as the word “go” was about to escape her lips, a mysterious force suddenly lodged in her throat. Facing the little boyโs question, she involuntarily spoke the answer buried deep in her heart.
โThere isnโt.โ
The little boy looked as if heโd been struck hard, staggering back several steps, his face instantly turning deathly pale. The stone slab on the table opposite him also weathered and crumbled significantly, stone fragments falling like rain.
But soon, Su Xiaohei lifted his head again, forcing a faint smile, though the shattered hope in his eyes was impossible to hide. His voice trembled slightly with intense restraint: โThere really isnโt even the slightest bit, Master? Even just a little would be enough.โ
โThere isnโt.โ
The last glimmer of light in the little boyโs eyes was completely extinguished, like a candle flickering in the wind, ruthlessly snuffed out.
He stood stiffly in place, trapped in dead silence, like a puppet without power. The stone slab had completely turned to fine sand, scattered by the breeze.
โThis last True Word Stone in the world is gone just like that.โ
A long sigh full of endless sorrow echoed, and a figure slowly emerged from the shadows in the corner. His face was delicate and handsome, draped in a white robe embroidered with gold patterns. His black eyes were deep as an abyss, gleaming like onyx jewels in the dark.
He looked down at the scattered sand with a look of profound pity, unable to tell if it was for the disappearance of the last True Word Stone in all the world or for the feelings that had shattered before they even sprouted.
โLie on the bed. Take off your clothes.โ
The man in white robes gave the cold command, his voice utterly devoid of warmth.
Su Bai hadnโt wanted to pay attention, but the moment the order was given, her body moved uncontrollably, step by step approaching the large bed.
She tried to struggle but found that only her mouth could barely move.
โWC! Su Xiaohei, what trick are you trying to play again!โ
โI warn you, my patience as your master has its limits!!โ
โYou ungrateful disciple! Traitor! Iโve raised you in vain! Iโm expelling you from the sect, cutting all ties!!โ
No amount of shouting helped. Su Bai could only watch helplessly as she approached the bed, then slowly stripped off each piece of her clothing.
Her figure was graceful like swaying willows, her form full and enticing.
Su Xiaoheiโs eyes scanned the alluring curves of the female cultivator on the bed, and he nodded in satisfaction.
He stepped forward, producing a brush dipped in an unknown crimson-black liquid. After Su Bai lay down properly, he began to paint on her lower abdomen.
Her delicate body lay stretched across the jade couch, the brush strokes painting her heartโs plea.
The White Tiger ink, dyed fully, spread, and the scent of peach blossoms emerged faintly.
The dark markings traced every intimate curve of her body vividly. Within it, the brush moved like a dragon and serpent, forming a large character: โ็โ (Xuan).
The bottom stroke of the โ็โ extended down to her tender valley below, flanked on both sides by skin as white as snow, a scene of fragrant allure.
The man in white robes extended his left thumb, pressing repeatedly on a large acupoint on his chest.
โPfft!โ
A mouthful of scalding blood spurted from his mouth, landing on Su Baiโs lower abdomen.
With that, the pattern was complete. The single character โ็โ seemed simple but exuded an indescribable licentious aura, like a sinister snake winding and writhing.
โYou ungrateful disciple, what have you done to me!โ
The moment the pattern was finished, Su Bai instantly regained control of her body and slapped him hard with full forceโoverwhelming power unleashed beyond normal limits!!
Smack!
The man in white robes did not dodge or evade; he took the slap squarely. Slowly, he turned his head, staring coldly at Su Bai.
โSu Bai.โ
โTraitor, how dare you call me by name!โ
โYour disciple is Su Xiaohei. What does that have to do with me, Zhou Xuan?โ Xuan Tian Zhenjun sneered, then cut his palm, blood dripping as he held it up to Su Baiโs lips.
โDrink!โ
โGet lost!โ Su Bai seethed with fury. Ungrateful disciple, not only betraying master and clan, but even wanting to sever ties and change his name to some ridiculous Zhou Xuan!
The moment she cursed, a strange fragrance wafted to her nose. A surge of heat erupted in her lower abdomen, as if flames were burning inside, quickly spreading through her entire body.
It was as if struck by a charm poison; her mind blurred, consciousness melting into a sticky, stringy mush. Emotions crashed like waves against the fragile boat of reason, sinking it into an endless storm.
When clarity returned, Su Bai found herself gripping that bloodied hand tightly, desperately drinking in the blood. It wasnโt metallic or foul but brought a sweet taste. Her lower abdomen and nether regions were moist and throbbing, as if she had swallowed something huge.
She forced her half-drunken, half-dazed eyes open, meeting the man in white robesโ half-smiling black eyes.
โWhite slave is very obedient now~โ
His hand caressed the soft, white skin of her back, smooth as fine silk. He bent down close, warm breath brushing her ear: โNot only obedient, but tempting. Truly an invitation to sin.โ
Su Bai: โฆ
โWait, what did you just call me!โ She suddenly opened her eyes wide, glaring incredulously at him!
โWhite slave~โ Xuan Tian Zhenjun tilted his head. โSince youโve expelled me from the sect and severed ties, and Iโm a Nascent Soul True Lord, whatโs wrong with taking a low-level Golden Core cultivator as a slave and concubine?โ
He lightly lifted Su Baiโs chin, his tone gentle yet lazy: โWhite slave is lucky. Think about it, Iโm a True Lord, a future Divine Seed, one of the top tiers in the Immortal Alliance. Just a wave of my hand outside, countless prodigies would beg to serve as slaves or concubines.โ
โYouโฆโ
Su Bai was livid, never imagining sheโd raise such a bastard. Thinking back now, she should have just sliced him in half with a single sword strike!
Xuan Tian Zhenjun seemed oblivious to her furious glare and continued muttering to himself leisurely: โIn three days, Iโll marry you, right at the Three Mountains Sect, inviting many fellow Daoistsโall your old friends.โ
โOh, by the way, this character tattoo on White Slave was forged by me combining one hundred and eight lustful arts. As for its effectsโฆ White Slave will know in time.โ
Su Xiaohei finally left without a trace of hesitation. For the first time in three years, he didnโt spend the night in Su Baiโs bed, taking along the little boy body he had shaped.
Su Bai stared at the faintly visible โ็โ character on her lower abdomen, trembling with rage!
Demonic ungrateful disciple!!
โHahaha, this is killing me! Itโs been three years and the Prison Lord still hasnโt acted!โ
โSu Little Demonโno, Lord Zhou, you really have the style of a demonic cultivator. Lying to yourself and us, and even your lustful arts are just bloodthirsty curses and true spells, haha.โ
โHehe~ Weโve seen plenty of emotionless Prison Lords. Now seeing Su Little Demonโs twisted, impure, incestuous hesitationsโฆ itโs oddly captivating!โ