“The porridge made by Huang’er is truly delicious.”
Gu Shenzhi wiped his mouth clean and silently placed the porcelain bowl in his hand down.
The spiritual rice porridge was surprisingly full of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy flavors, embodying the myriad tastes of life—an eye-opening experience.
“You drank mine, and earlier you drank Taoyao’s. Tell me, which bowl of plain porridge tastes better?”
“What kind of question is that? Having already tasted Huang’er’s porridge, how could I possibly drink someone else’s? Do I seem like such a greedy person?” Gu Shenzhi declared righteously, his demeanor calm, his sword-like brows exuding uprightness.
“You’re quite the actor,” Su Linghuang said coldly, her delicate foot, clad in embroidered shoes, giving a sharp kick to his knee.
This time, she wasn’t being unreasonable.
Su Linghuang had already hidden herself using an invisibility technique, observing in secret for half a day, just to see with her own eyes the so-called “pure and innocent” master-servant bond Gu Shenzhi claimed.
From the moment Taoyao entered, opening the wooden box containing the porridge and feeding Gu Shenzhi in an overly intimate manner… if he hadn’t firmly refused, Su Linghuang might have stormed in to catch them in the act.
Fortunately, nothing happened in the end.
Until Taoyao reluctantly left, Su Linghuang revealed herself, stepping gracefully into the courtyard with lotus-like steps.
She was clearly Gu Shenzhi’s lawfully wedded wife, yet she lived so humbly and pitifully.
Shouldn’t sneaking in to take advantage of a situation be something a seductive vixen would do?
“With Taoyao’s breathtaking beauty, her jade-like skin, and her devotion to you, are you truly unmoved? Don’t you want to take her in and have her join Huang’er in serving you in bed?”
Su Linghuang’s cherry lips curved into a faint, teasing smile, boldly mocking Gu Shenzhi.
If he dared to nod, she’d make sure he’d be left utterly bewildered for the rest of his life.
“Alas, I am blind. Had I known my maid was so beautiful, I might have made a move long ago. But now that I’ve married Huang’er, I dare not entertain such delusions,” Gu Shenzhi replied.
“You’ve got some self-awareness, at least,” Su Linghuang said with a charming lilt.
Though she had never deliberately practiced any seductive arts, her every smile and frown was enough to stir one’s heart.
“But when will Huang’er obediently fulfill her wifely duties? I’m quite looking forward to it.”
Gu Shenzhi asked curiously, resting his chin on his hands.
Having been teased by this enchanting girl for so long, it was now his turn.
At that moment, Su Linghuang seemed like a fox caught by the tail, becoming shy and fidgety.
Her delicate frame trembled slightly, her snowy peaks rising and falling, her fairy-like face flushed with a rosy hue.
“We’re only husband and wife in name; what duties are there to speak of?” Su Linghuang muttered softly, her face crimson, her beauty utterly captivating.
“If that’s the case, then I’ll go find Taoyao. I’m sure Huang’er wouldn’t mind, right? After all, there are no obligations, are there?” Gu Shenzhi stood up from the stone bench, about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by a tight grip on his sleeve.
“Husband, wait! I was wrong. Could you give Huang’er some time to prepare?”
“Of course. But how much time does Huang’er need?”
“How about when you break through to the Nascent Soul realm?” the Red Lotus Saintess asked tentatively, her beautiful eyes shimmering with emotion, like an ethereal fairy from a painting.
No matter how prodigious Gu Shenzhi’s talent was, advancing from the late Core Formation stage to forming a Nascent Soul would take at least three to five years.
If he pursued the perfect Heavenly Dao Saint Infant, even a hundred years might not suffice, as treasures like the Great Dao Essence and the Immortal Infant Saint Fruit were rare and unattainable.
Su Linghuang naturally didn’t need that long.
She only wanted to firmly hold the reins, keeping Gu Shenzhi in a passive position so he wouldn’t bully her like he did last night.
In the eyes of an ordinary cultivator, the Red Lotus Saintess’s request might seem like a delaying tactic, but Gu Shenzhi was no ordinary man.
After a moment of thought, he nodded and said, “Then I’ll follow Huang’er’s wish. I hope you’ll be ready by then.”
“Thank you, Husband.”
Su Linghuang gave a slight smile, her clear eyes sparkling with triumph, her lovely cheeks brimming with joy, believing she had Gu Shenzhi wrapped around her finger.
However, the truth might be the exact opposite.
Who was truly in control remained to be seen.
On their first day as newlyweds, Gu Shenzhi spent the entire time indulging his wife, neglecting his pursuit of immortality, sword practice, and cultivation.
The two chased and played in the Phoenix Perch Courtyard, rowed boats and fed fish on the Jade Water Pond, admired flowers and caught butterflies in the Hundred Flowers Valley, and frolicked all the way to the base of Cloud-Severing Peak, filled with joy and carefree delight.
Since joining the Moon Shadow Sect, she had never been so unrestrained.
Su Linghuang was like a demonic lotus—beautiful from afar but untouchable, possessing both ethereal grace and captivating charm.
A single glance was enough to be enchanted by her talent and allure.
The Red Lotus Saintess was the dream of countless demonic cultivators, but those who dared to approach and observe closely would be awestruck by her perfection, feeling ashamed and inferior.
Though somewhat exaggerated, this accurately reflected the views of most Moon Shadow Sect disciples toward their saintess.
Despite being revered and adored within the sect, aside from Yuexi, Su Linghuang had no one to confide in.
Thus, she cherished this husband who had come into her life, even if Gu Shenzhi was a “smiling tiger,” “scheming and cunning,” and an “unscrupulous flirt.”
Now, Su Linghuang could act coy, sulk, or chase after shameless rogues who took advantage of her with a spiritual sword in hand.
If other sect disciples saw this completely different side of their Red Lotus Saintess, what would they think?
Amid the misty mountains, Gu Shenzhi secretly pulled the Red Lotus Saintess’s slender waist into his embrace, savoring the beauty of her graceful figure.
If he reached just a bit higher, he could touch those two soft, snowy mounds.
“Ugh, let go of me!” Su Linghuang pouted, her words defiant but her body yielding, softly melting into his arms.
Gu Shenzhi held her even tighter, leaning down to capture her cherry lips in a gentle kiss, boldly stealing her first kiss.
The once-invincible Red Lotus Saintess initially put up a token resistance, her small fists weakly pounding his chest.
But as her lips parted and their tongues entwined, exchanging sweet breaths, Su Linghuang realized she couldn’t (or didn’t want to) resist.
She took the initiative, wrapping her arms around Gu Shenzhi’s neck, diving into blissful ecstasy together.
Soft gasps and tender moans, melodious as heavenly music, filled the air.
Gu Shenzhi adored the captivating little demoness in his arms, willingly drowning in this gentle paradise.
“Is that Linghuang over there?”
A mature, alluring voice came through the mist, faintly revealing the curvaceous silhouette of the speaker.
At the sound, the Red Lotus Saintess sprang up like a startled carp, her slender, snow-white legs clamping around Gu Shenzhi’s head, pinning him beneath her.
The tides had turned!
“Sister Yuexi, I’m here,” Su Linghuang replied weakly, still reeling from the passion stirred by the beast beneath her, unable to recover quickly.
Emerging from the misty haze, Yuexi finally saw the Red Lotus Saintess in her deep red gauze dress—and the man pinned beneath her, a certain Gu.
“What… are you two doing?!”
Yuexi’s eyes widened in shock, her hands covering her cherry lips, unable to believe her eyes.
The scene was so scandalously absurd that even in a dream, she’d find it hard to accept, let alone in reality.
Why was her perfect junior sister straddling that beast?
Was this some bizarre romantic game?
Something that only happened in salacious comics—please, no!
“It’s nothing. Gu just got carried away and tried to take liberties with me, so I’m teaching him a lesson to cure his pest problem,” Su Linghuang said with a light laugh, though her tone betrayed a hint of guilt.
“Oh, I see.”
Yuexi nodded skeptically.
No matter how obedient her junior sister usually was, this wasn’t something she could brush off so easily.
If it was punishment, a light reprimand would suffice.
Why go to such lengths?
Besides, their earlier position made it unclear whether it was punishment or some unconventional reward.
“If there’s nothing else, Sister Yuexi, please go ahead and leave. I still need to properly discipline Young Master Gu to ensure he doesn’t repeat this mistake.”
“Well done! For a shameless beast like him, you need to be ruthless. In my opinion, breaking all five limbs would be best to completely extinguish his delusions,” Yuexi said through gritted teeth, as if hoping the situation would escalate further.
With that, she turned to leave.
As the senior inner disciple, she had many details to handle for the sect’s minor competition in three days and couldn’t afford to mess it up.
Perhaps because she moved too slowly, Yuexi could still faintly hear “screams” from behind as she left—though they were unmistakably a woman’s…
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