Su Yingman slipped away like a phantom, silent and unseen, leaving Zhu Siyao alone, her body burning with an alarming heat.
Her mind was a blank, with only the lingering sensation guided moments ago by Su Yingman and the whispered temptations echoing in her ears.
Compelled by instinct and those faint instructions, she groped blindly for a way forward.
Soon, an unprecedented unfamiliar sensation struck her.
Zhu Siyao bit her lip hard, barely suppressing a startled cry that threatened to burst free.
Her whole body tingled as if her very soul trembled, her feet feeling weightless, as if the next moment she might break free from the ground and ascend beyond the clouds.
The feeling came fiercely but briefly, yet it left an indelible mark deep within her body and soul.
And just as she immersed herself in this stolen, almost taboo pinnacle of sensation, the room inside was reaching a boiling point.
Zhuxin seemed to have completely shed all restraints, revealing a wild side that starkly contrasted with her usual imposing image as the sect’s Da Zongzhu.
She sat upright on the edge of the bed, her posture unexpectedly bold and unrestrained like a warrior queen, reveling in the joy of total control.
One hand pressed back on the bed, the other roamed freely through Jiang Huai’s black hair.
Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted slightly as she let out a satisfied sigh:
“Tong… Song Xiang Dui.”
“Just like the dream I had.”
“Mm mm mm.” Jiang Huai seemed to want to say something, but his voice was shattered by the pounding collision.
“Don’t speak.” Zhuxin leaned down, pressing her lips to his with a gaze both dazed and commanding.
“Just keep going, feel me…”
In front of this Da Cheng stage female cultivator whose power far exceeded his own, Jiang Huai’s modest cultivation was truly no match.
He was almost completely overwhelmed, and a flicker of regret stirred in his heart.
Had he known it would be like this, he wouldn’t have encouraged her earlier to ‘be herself’.
Just a brief conversation, and it exploded like a blazing fire.
Outside the window, Zhu Siyao watched through a crack, dumbfounded.
Her usually dignified and graceful mother was now moving with shocking speed and intensity.
The shaking of her head was so fast it left afterimages.
Then, an even more shocking scene unfolded.
Zhuxin suddenly lifted Jiang Huai into her arms and, using exquisite spiritual control, continued their tempestuous lovemaking in an extremely complicated posture.
“Is this… what you want?” Jiang Huai barely steadied his breath amid the jolts and bumps, reaching out to touch Zhuxin’s sweat-dampened, peach-blossom-like cheek.
“Yes… yes!” Zhuxin gasped, her eyes burning with a fiery heat and a possessiveness bordering on aggression.
“This is exactly how I want it… fiercely…”
Her words were wild, utterly shattering all of Zhu Siyao’s previous understanding of her mother.
Lost in passion, the two even entangled their bodies toward the window.
The enormous noise startled Zhu Siyao into holding her breath.
Her heart pounded like a drum, legs trembling uncontrollably like willow branches in the wind, barely able to support her weight.
Yet, as they neared the window, Jiang Huai seemed fired up by Zhuxin’s words and posture, his pride ignited.
He suddenly exerted force, shifting his body, turning the situation around.
Zhuxin let out a soft cry as her vision inverted.
The window frame creaked faintly, as if bearing weight.
Inside, Zhuxin, pressed close by the sudden proximity, seemed to shed all restraint, leaning close to Jiang Huai’s ear to whisper broken and vague murmurs, laced with a hint of caprice and provocation.
These fragmented sounds drifted faintly through the thin window, barely reaching Zhu Siyao outside.
Her fingertips went numb as that unfamiliar, smoldering heat deep within her, which had just begun to subside, quietly spread again, burning even more intensely.
Finally…
As a sharp yet lingering breath echoed urgently from inside,
Outside, Zhu Siyao—witnessing everything, utterly shaken in body and soul—could no longer suppress the faint sigh that escaped her throat, as if some invisible force gently pushed her toward an extreme of her own.
Inside, Zhuxin’s afterglow had yet to fade, but she hurriedly grabbed the Small Porcelain Bottle, fumbling to continue, mumbling to herself:
“Cannot waste, not even a drop…”
“The medicine from the Hehuan Sect can never compare to what comes naturally.”
Outside, Zhu Siyao collapsed weakly onto the cold floor, tears streaming silently down her burning cheeks.
“Why… why have I become like this?”
She couldn’t tell if her tears were from exquisite joy, overwhelming shame, or some indescribable sorrow and confusion.
Her heart was a tangle of emotions, utterly chaotic.
Zhu Siyao tried to stand, but her calves cramped and trembled uncontrollably.
At that moment, a dignified and resounding roar of the Evil Dragon’s Roar suddenly exploded from the sky above the Nine Heavens Palace.
Qin Qingyue had returned.
Zhu Siyao’s soul fled in terror.
She scrambled to her feet, disregarding her disheveled clothes, and like a frightened fawn, fled recklessly toward the pavilion where Su Yingman lived.
She barreled into the Welcoming Joy Residence, chest heaving violently as she struggled to catch her breath.
Su Yingman was grooming herself before a mirror.
Seeing Zhu Siyao’s disheveled, tear-streaked, and still flushed appearance, she furrowed her delicate brows:
“Why are you so late? The Mistress is already back.”
“I… I ran… ran over,” Zhu Siyao stammered incoherently, her calves still twitching.
No one knows their limits until they’re pushed.
“Even if you run now, it’s too late to hide anything. You can’t avoid the Mistress.” Su Yingman set down her Jade Comb and stood, smoothing her clothes.
“Come on, come out with me to greet her. Hiding alone only makes you look more suspicious.”
“Ah? But… when I came, I wasn’t told she was back.” Zhu Siyao hesitated, unwilling to face anyone now, especially Zhuxin.
“This is not the time for that.” Su Yingman said firmly, grabbing her wrist.
“You can’t run anymore.”
Before she finished, clear footsteps and the overwhelming pressure of the Evil Dragon’s Roar sounded outside.
Su Yingman took a deep breath and pulled the unwilling, almost shrinking Zhu Siyao out of the Welcoming Joy Residence.
In the courtyard, the Black Dragon in the form of Qin Qingyue appeared, her expression somewhat grim as she strode forward.
Jiang Huai and Zhuxin had obviously also heard the roar and hurriedly composed themselves before stepping out from the Blazing Residence to greet her.
Zhuxin’s gaze swept past Qin Qingyue and Jiang Huai to rest on her daughter trailing behind Su Yingman.
Zhu Siyao’s hair was slightly messy, her eyes evasive, and her cheeks flushed unnaturally.
Surprise and confusion instantly painted her face.
‘Siyao?’
Why was she here? And with Su Yingman?
Her eyes quickly scanned her daughter’s unnatural flush, the slight dampness at the corners of her eyes, and the clearly wrinkled hem of her dress.
A sudden, inexplicable irritation flared within her.
That little girl—not training hard below, not behaving as a Master Sister should—was sneaking off here instead?
And to stay with Su Yingman, the Hehuan Sect’s Master?
Zhuxin felt an overwhelming urge to control her child, mixed now with anger, as if she saw her own daughter being led astray.
What kind of place could the Hehuan Sect possibly be?!