“Call me Master, quickly.” Zhuyun’s voice was hoarse, carrying an irresistible allure.
She looked at Jiang Huai before her, his hands bound by invisible fire runes, a conqueror’s smile lifting her delicate face.
“Call me Master, and I’ll give you whatever you want, alright?” Her slender fingers lightly traced his jaw, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Be good, call me Master, and I’ll satisfy you.” She breathed softly, warm breath curling around his ear.
Her graceful, voluptuous figure pressed tightly against Jiang Huai.
“Look at you, haven’t you already manifested Sword Qi?” Zhuyun chuckled lowly, her tone dripping with smug teasing.
“Master…” The broken, yearning voice escaped with difficulty from Jiang Huai’s lips.
His eyes glazed over and unfocused, gazing up at her with unprecedented, almost reverent adoration.
“I truly admire you, Master.”
“You are the most beautiful, the strongest woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Master, please…”
Zhuyun basked in the worship that treated her like a deity, her vanity and sense of conquest immensely gratified.
She slowly lifted the crimson hem of her dress, looking down at him with the air of a sovereign, her tone like a benediction:
“Once you serve me to your satisfaction, I will consider it…” Boom.
She awoke.
“Mm… hng…”
A low moan of unbearable, unsated longing struggled out from Zhuyun’s throat.
She suddenly opened her eyes, her chest heaving violently like a fish out of water.
A fine layer of sweat beaded on her skin, her cheeks and earlobes burning hot.
The same dream again.
Ever since parting outside Longyin Hall that day, after being cold-shouldered by Qin Qingyue and left alone in Sea Calming Hall, these absurd, blush-inducing dreams had become increasingly frequent, tormenting her restless mind night after night, shrouding her Dao heart in a veil of unspeakable haze.
In the dream, she was no longer the woman lost after the initial loss of Yin Yuan, but the returning Flame Mistress, Sect Master of the Blazing Sect—majestic and domineering.
She tightly bound Jiang Huai, towering above him like riding the fiercest dragon colt, racing freely.
Listening to his stifled groans, feeling his futile struggle.
She was the absolute queen, demanding, conquering, turning all the shame, confusion, and turmoil of the day into burning possessiveness.
Alas, it was all a dream.
A sharp emptiness and the burning heat of her body violently yanked her back to reality.
Zhuyun clenched the brocade quilt beneath her, trying to dispel the lingering flutter of the dream that left her legs weak and heart pounding, when suddenly a familiar aura rippled from outside her room.
“Zhuyun, are you there?”
Jiang Huai’s voice sounded outside the courtyard gate, tinged with hesitation.
Zhuyun’s mind buzzed; dream and reality overlapped in an instant.
“I’m here, come in.” She blurted out, her voice slightly hoarse and trembling from the remnants of the dream and sudden panic.
Why is he free to come see me today?
Zhuyun instinctively hurried to tidy her slightly disheveled collar and hair.
Jiang Huai pushed open the gate and stepped slowly into the Blazing Residence.
His face showed obvious apology:
“Sorry, these past days I’ve been practicing swordsmanship relentlessly, couldn’t find time to come see you.” In truth, the thought had crossed his mind more than once.
Not out of lust, but because he cared about her gongfa and her state of mind after their hasty separation.
Unfortunately, Qin Qingyue kept a close watch.
Yet Jiang Huai was unwilling to blame Qin Qingyue entirely, vaguely blaming his own busyness.
“It’s… it’s alright.” Zhuyun forced down the wildly beating heart and the faint, unavoidable resentment in her eyes, trying to sound calm.
She had actually wanted to seek out Jiang Huai and Qin Qingyue but still felt embarrassed and unsure what to say.
What could she say? As a concubine, asking Qin Qingyue for a copy of the gongfa felt impossible to utter.
Jiang Huai seemed relieved; it appeared Zhuyun wasn’t too angry.
He hesitated for a moment, then took something from his Storage Ring and placed it before her.
Instantly, pure and overwhelming fire energy spread out, bathing the entire room in a warm red glow.
“This is for you,” Jiang Huai handed her a jade stone, his tone sincere.
“I think this is what you need most right now.”
Zhuyun stared blankly at the crimson jade in front of her.
Upon receiving it, her divine sense probed inside and finally understood what it was.
A gongfa, a very powerful fire-element cultivation method, perfectly suited for her, but extraordinarily expensive.
Not just expensive, it was priceless—essentially priceless.
“There’s also these, they can help repair your foundation.” Jiang Huai took out various immortal materials, placing them one by one.
“I know that even so, it’s probably hard to restore your lost Yin Yuan.”
“But it’s okay. When I become stronger in the future, I’ll change the basis of your Qi refinement and Foundation Establishment. By then, it will be fine.”
Jiang Huai placed his hand over her slender one, promising: “I won’t let your Yin Yuan be wasted. Please believe me.” “It just takes time.”
Though Qin Qingyue said losing her Yin Yuan was Zhuyun’s own weakness, that she deserved it, Jiang Huai refused to think that way.
True feelings deserve true care; if someone should be assured and responsible, it must be said.
Zhuyun stared blankly at the immortal materials before her, then lifted her gaze to Jiang Huai.
His submissive, admiring eyes in the dream overlapped with the present, unleashing an indescribable warmth that shattered her defenses.
All the grievances of neglect, the solitude of being alone, the nightly burning restlessness, and the deep desires buried within that dared not be spoken—all transformed into a surging, overwhelming impulse.
Suddenly, she leaned forward and, like in the dream, grabbed Jiang Huai’s wrist with tremendous force.
Under Jiang Huai’s stunned gaze, her burning lips, full of undeniable command, harshly silenced all words he might speak.
“Mmm!”
This kiss was even more real and scorching than in the dream.
Filled with gratitude, pent-up emotion, and a touch of the domineering will to turn the dream into reality.
As if she wanted to devour the man before her, along with the hope he brought, and meld into one.
Her hand grew restless, boldly pulling open his clothes, mimicking the daring of the dream, urgent.
Here, in the Blazing Residence, with no Qin Qingyue, no Su Yingman, only her and Jiang Huai alone.
As a Great Ascension Stage cultivator, even with just her body, she was far stronger than Jiang Huai, who was only just entering Foundation Establishment.
Jiang Huai had no strength to resist, allowing Zhuyun to force herself upon him.
His mind muddled by her sudden, near-wild assault.
He instinctively wanted to push her away but was entangled tighter by her, her fiery body pressed close, radiating heat and trembling.
He could feel her urgency, her desire.
Lost in this blaze, Jiang Huai nearly sank beneath it.
As Zhuyun’s breathing grew more rapid, her eyes glazed over—
“I want… can you call me…”
Zhuyun parted her lips, but before she could finish, Jiang Huai’s breath faltered as he urgently said, “Wa-wait, Rongxin.” Zhuyun froze, frowning in displeasure, her shimmering eyes full of the frustration of interrupted passion, ready to lean in again.
“Qingyue, Qingyue is out for a while; that’s why I came.” “I have to go back now.”
Those words were like a bucket of cold water, suddenly dousing the blazing fire inside Zhuyun.
Jiang Huai looked at her instantly stiffened expression and dimming gaze, heart aching, softening his tone as he added quietly:
“It’s alright.”
He gently stroked Zhuyun’s hair, speaking softly: “Don’t be so stubborn. Say a few kind words to her, okay?”
“After all, this immortal material and the Pure Fire Origin Stone were given by her.” Though unfinished, his meaning was clear.
Next time he saw Qin Qingyue, no cold stares or avoidance.
“You should go back now.” Zhuyun said, feeling quite lost, her fingers unsure where to rest.
“I know what you mean, thank you…”
“Husband Lord.” She lowered her head, looking at the immortal materials, whispering.
Outside Longyin Hall.
Jiang Huai sneaked back furtively, sensing the heavy aura inside from afar.
His heart tightened as he steeled himself and pushed open the hall door.
Sure enough, Qin Qingyue was already back.
“Where have you been?” Her tall figure stood straight, the oppressive red vertical pupils fixed on Jiang Huai’s gaze, her dragon tail swaying behind her with power. Her voice was calm.