Chapter 212: Inside the Elegant Clothes

Jiang Huai shifted his gaze, looking at Tang Zhaoxue, who was leaning against a tree trunk with a flushed face.

Her eyes were brimming with moisture, filled with a look of pleading, and her slender calves trembled uncontrollably.

“You’re too wicked,” he turned his head and whispered helplessly to Su Yingman, who had been wearing a soft smile as if admiring a masterpiece.

“Are you sure no one will see?” he followed up, still feeling uneasy.

Upon hearing this, Tang Zhaoxue also turned her gaze toward Su Yingman with great difficulty, her eyes holding a final flicker of Hope and panic.

She must have set up a Barrier, right? She definitely did, otherwise… The consequences were simply unimaginable.

Meeting their gazes, Su Yingman’s smile deepened, and a faint Soul Transmission was sent directly into Jiang Huai’s ear: “Rest assured, I’ve already quietly set up a Barrier around here.

Forget ordinary disciples; even the Divine Sense of those below the Merging Stage couldn’t hope to peer in even a fraction.

Even if someone at the Great Ascension Stage wanted to peek, they would have to break my barrier first, and I would immediately know.”

The implication was that even someone with White Dew’s Cultivation couldn’t spy on them silently.

Even if Su Yingman couldn’t stop her, she would notice instantly.

Hearing this assurance, Jiang Huai’s heart finally settled a bit.

However, Su Yingman ended the secret Soul Transmission and suddenly spoke aloud in a normal tone, her voice carrying a playful lilt: “I never said I set up any Barrier. On a dark and windy night like this, who knows if some pair of eyes might just be passing by and happen to see?”

“Ugh!” At those words, Tang Zhaoxue felt as if struck by lightning.

Her entire body jolted, and she subconsciously clamped her legs together, her knees buckling slightly.

She nearly dropped the corner of the dress she was holding in her mouth.

Instinctively, she tried to release her Divine Sense to scan the surroundings.

But as soon as her Divine Sense surged out like a tide, it was immediately “pressed” back into her body by a more powerful, irresistible force that was both gentle and domineering, locking it firmly inside.

In an instant, she felt as if she had become a Mortal without Divine Sense, her perception of her surroundings becoming blurred and passive.

“Sis… Sister… don’t be like this, I beg you… Tomorrow… tomorrow I still have to meet the Da Zongzhu of other sects!” Tang Zhaoxue pleaded in a muffled, sorrowful voice toward Su Yingman.

She was, after all, a Da Zongzhu.

This Xuanxian Immortal Sect was her Root Foundation and the source of her dignity.

If this ridiculous situation tonight were glimpsed by outsiders and spread, she would be utterly humiliated.

Yet, beneath this extreme sense of shame, a more intense, secret excitement that made her Soul tremble surged up, crashing against her mind and leaving her in a daze, unable to control herself.

The soil seemed to be absorbing an unusual kind of nourishment.

Jiang Zhun frowned slightly. Seeing Tang Zhaoxue like this, he felt a pang of pity and was about to speak to release her from this awkward situation.

“Don’t speak,” Su Yingman’s Soul Transmission interrupted him again just in time. “I’m helping her.”

“Hmm?” Jiang Huai looked at Su Yingman’s beautiful profile in confusion. This counted as helping?

Su Yingman stopped looking at Jiang Huai and turned her gaze back to Tang Zhaoxue’s shy, tearful face.

She pulled Jiang Huai along, walking step by step until they stood before Tang Zhaoxue, blocking some of the moonlight and casting an ambiguous shadow.

“You still have to see the other Da Zongzhu tomorrow?” Su Yingman asked with a beaming smile, her tone gentle as if they were just making small talk.

“Are you going to go wearing this?” Her gaze pointedly swept over Tang Zhaoxue’s magnificent but already disheveled long dress.

That ever-smiling face seemed gentle and considerate, but in reality, every word and every look made Tang Zhaoxue’s heart tremble, causing waves of indescribable throbbing that felt like electric currents passing through her limbs, further nourishing the earth beneath her.

“I need to discuss the matters of joint defense…” Tang Zhaoxue answered in a low whisper, her voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz.

She turned a pleading look toward Jiang Huai, her eyes full of expectation, hoping he would speak up to end this grueling game.

At this moment, any slight movement—the sound of a distant insect, even the rustling of leaves—could make her heart tremble and her legs go weak.

Jiang Huai opened his mouth, but remembering Su Yingman’s Soul Transmission, he hesitated and closed it.

Although Su Yingman’s actions were often unexpected and even a bit overboard, the results seemed to be good? Perhaps he could observe a bit longer.

“I see,” Su Yingman nodded as if realizing something.

“Then let’s play one last game, shall we? I imagine Jiang Zhun didn’t quite let you reach your fill just now, right?” Her tone was certain and seductive.

“How about this: if you can truly reach your ‘fill,’ I’ll let you go back to properly prepare for tomorrow’s affairs.”

Having said that, she pulled Jiang Huai’s hand forward without allowing any argument.

Her entire body pressed softly against Jiang Huai, her red lips almost touching his ear, breathing like an orchid as she whispered with a smiling tone: “Husband Lord, tonight let Concubine teach you the Secret Techniques of Hehuan Sect, alright?” She held Jiang Huai’s slightly stiff hand, their fingertips touching, guiding his movements and the trajectory of his Lingli flow.

“Don’t forget to circulate your Two Energies of Yin and Yang,” she reminded him via Soul Transmission at the same time.

Caught off guard, Tang Zhaoxue’s back slammed against the rough tree trunk.

She let out a short whimper and then bit her lower lip hard, physiological tears quickly gathering in her eyes.

She could no longer suppress herself, and intermittent, broken, sweet whimpers escaped her lips.

The Secret Techniques of Hehuan Sect were indeed worthy of their reputation.

After an unknown amount of time, the night wind became gentle, brushing through the forest while the bright moon hung quietly in the sky, shedding its clear light. Tang Zhaoxue’s legs gave out, and she could no longer support herself, collapsing completely onto her spread-out, heavy dress. Her body continued to tremble slightly in waves of afterglow, unable to calm down for a long time.

Jiang Huai lifted his hand and looked at it by the moonlight, an expression of disbelief on his face.

This effect was simply too good. For the Huanhuan Sect to stand tall in the Cultivation World, it truly had its unique methods.

Was this what they called professional specialization? He suddenly felt a certain level of respect for the Inheritance of the Huanhuan Sect.

Things in this area truly wouldn’t face a generational gap.

Tang Zhaoxue was immersed in a state of exhaustion and slight grievance after such extreme release, but soon, she keenly sensed a subtle yet fundamental change in her body.

The stagnant feeling originating from her Physique’s blockage had completely vanished.

Her whole body felt refreshed, and her Lingli flowed like a river entering the sea, incredibly smooth.

Su Yingman knelt down, leveling her gaze with her, and smiled as she patted Tang Zhaoxue’s still-shaking shoulder: “Relying solely on the Two Energies of Yin and Yang to harmonize probably wouldn’t have been enough to fully restore you. You carry many thoughts and heavy responsibilities; you’ve been suppressed for too long, and the blockage was deep. It’s fine now. Congratulations, Tang Sect Leader. From now on, you are a normal Cultivator.”

Her implication was that the condition that had troubled Tang Zhaoxue for so long was now cured.

Tang Zhaoxue sniffled, feeling the unprecedented smoothness and lightness within her body, as if a riverbed blocked for years had been completely cleared.

A sense of sudden enlightenment and comfort filled her heart.

“Thank you, Sister Su,” she said in a raspy voice, offering her sincere thanks. After speaking, she tried to support her weak body to stand up.

“Don’t be in such a hurry,” Su Yingman said with a smile, reaching out to press gently on her shoulder.

With a slight force, she made her sit back down on her knees.

“Hmm?” Tang Zhaoxue looked up in confusion.

Su Yingman had already stood up gracefully and moved behind Jiang Huai. Her fair hands rose slightly, familiarly undoing the belt at Jiang Huai’s waist.

“It’s a game; it’s only fun if there’s give and take.” Su Yingman held it and gently poked Tang Zhaoxue’s still-flushed cheek, her smile like a blooming flower. “Tang Sect Leader has received the benefits, so you can’t just think of yourself, right?”

This time, it was Jiang Huai’s turn to look around nervously, asking in a hushed voice, “Are you really sure no one is nearby?”

“Does it even matter if someone is here?” Su Yingman leaned into his ear, nipping his earlobe with her teeth, not too hard but not too light, as she scolded him in a whisper.

“You little slut! You’ve been played with by so many women already, do you still care if someone is watching? From what I see, you’re even more shameless than some of the male cultivators in our Huanhuan Sect! A little piece of trash.” She reached her conclusion.

“Don’t say that about me,” Jiang Huai tried to correct her. “Actually, I maintain my purity very well.”

“Heh.” Su Yingman replied with a single-syllable, disdainful chuckle.

She stopped paying attention to Jiang Huai’s defense and looked down at Tang Zhaoxue sitting on the ground, her gaze falling on that long dress which, though wrinkled, still showed its magnificent quality.

“Tang Sect Leader’s clothes are quite nice,” Su Yingman commented. “When seeing people outside, one naturally needs to look glamorous. But there’s probably no need to keep the inside so neat and solemn, right?”

Tang Zhaoxue lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling. Her cheeks were crimson as she spoke in a voice like a mosquito, stammering, “Naturally… there is no need.”

Hearing this, a wickedly charming smile curled on Su Yingman’s lips.

The next morning, Mystic Polaris Immortal Sect, Hall Square.

The morning light was faint, and immortal mist swirled.

Before the hundred-zhang-tall Cloud-Soaring Palace, on the wide square paved with white jade, the Da Zongzhu, Elders, and important Stewards from various medium and small sects subordinate to the Mystic Polaris Immortal Sect had already gathered.

There were over a hundred people, all formally dressed with solemn expressions, standing in order of their status in total silence.

On the high platform in the center of the square, Tang Zhaoxue wore a complex Palace Attire long dress, her waist cinched with a wide belt inlaid with jade.

As the sunlight fell, she seemed enveloped in a faint layer of radiance.

Her appearance was dignified, her expression solemn, and her eyes carried an inherent, inviolable majesty.

At this moment, she was the Da Zongzhu with the most say in this realm, the one holding power in this World.

She held a Jade Slip, her voice Qingqiu and penetrating, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present: “The calamity of the Outworld Heavenly Demon is the common enemy of all living beings! At this moment of life and death, I hope all sects will set aside past grievances, work together with one heart, and resist the external threat! Anyone who acts out of selfish interest, engages in internal strife, feigns compliance, or delays military opportunities—regardless of status—my Xuanxian Immortal Sect will join with all fellow Daoists to punish them without leniency!”

Her words were powerful and resonant.

Her gaze, like lightning, slowly swept over the crowd below.

Although the pressure of her Nascent Soul Stage wasn’t fully released, it was enough to make those Da Zongzhu and Elders with lower Cultivation feel a chill in their hearts.

They bowed their heads in response: “We shall follow Tang Sect Leader’s decree! We will fight the demons with one heart and never engage in internal strife!”

At the edge of the square, under the shadow of a thousand-year-old pine, Jiang Huai and Su Yingman stood side by side, watching the radiant Tang Sect Leader commanding the crowd from afar.

Jiang Huai’s expression was a bit strange, his eyes wandering, occasionally glancing at Tang Zhaoxue’s beautiful, heavy long dress, his lips twitching slightly.

Su Yingman, however, looked perfectly calm, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips as she gently fanned herself with a round fan.

Only the two of them knew the truth.

At this moment, the long dress Tang Zhaoxue wore, which looked glamorous and solemn on the outside, was already spotted and stained on the inside with various ambiguous marks, making the original color almost invisible.

After a whole night, although they had dried, they had become even more stubborn, clinging tightly to her skin.

With every subtle movement she made, they brought a constant, clear friction.

On the platform, Tang Zhaoxue remained calm on the surface, composedly conversing and strategizing with several Da Zongzhu from major sects who had come forward to discuss details.

Only she knew that every inch of skin beneath her formal wear retained the sensations, bringing all sorts of discomfort.

After yesterday, she wasn’t even allowed to take off her clothes to sleep, forced to wear them through the night.

She had to endure the discomfort to maintain her perfect Sect Leader demeanor, not letting a single anomaly show.

Occasionally, the gaze she directed toward Jiang Huai and Su Yingman was filled with resentment.

Is this what the Da Zongzhu of the Huanhuan Sect is like? She’s too good at tormenting people.

“You’re too wicked,” Jiang Huai remarked to Su Yingman.

“Want to see something even more wicked?” Su Yingman asked with a beaming smile.

“Not at all.”