The fragrant wind seemed to possess a life of its own, strands of it lingering and fluttering in an unending, tender embrace.
Though it was merely breath, it felt as though it had transformed into countless invisible and dexterous hands dancing upon his skin.
At times, they scratched lightly; at others, they caressed, bringing wave after wave of sensation, each more intense than the last…
Su Yingman sat leisurely with her legs crossed, one hand supporting her chin. Her red lips were slightly parted, and her breath was long and steady as she “blew the wind” with a beaming smile.
Meanwhile, Jiang Huai, leaning against the headboard, was like a fish out of water.
His body twitched and convulsed uncontrollably, his waist twisting in restless discomfort. Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and intermittent groans were suppressed in his throat.
“You… that’s enough…” He finally yanked the nearby brocade quilt over himself, haphazardly covering his body to hide his embarrassing reaction.
He glared at Su Yingman with the frustration of being completely controlled, but because his breathing was uneven, he could not speak a full sentence.
She had blown on him until he was speechless.
It was too humiliating!
She had not even made physical contact. Merely by blowing a few breaths, she had left him utterly defeated, reduced to this disarmed and wretched state.
Furthermore, the effect was long-lasting. It seemed that as long as Su Yingman’s fragrant wind did not stop, there would be no end to it.
Su Yingman gave a light laugh. She reached out and pulled back a corner of the quilt he had just tucked around himself, teasing, “What are you doing? So you actually know how to be shy?”
Her eyes shimmered as if she had recalled something amusing, and she laughed so hard her body trembled.
“Do you remember how it was back at the Dragon Roar Palace? Someone insisted on pressing my head down, repeatedly asking if he was ‘amazing’ or ‘strong’!”
A massive wave of embarrassed flushing immediately rushed to Jiang Huai’s face.
It was true. Back then, Su Yingman had been the perfect partner. Hiding her methods as the Hehuan Sect Master, she had acted entirely like a gentle and understanding woman who deferred to him.
She had always matched his rhythm, holding him tightly with her plump, soft body.
She would whisper sweet, panting breaths into his ear, praising him with every movement, saying “Husband is so amazing” and “My darling is so good,” making him feel like he was walking on air.
‘Looking back now, that was clearly just acting! It was all to please me!’ His meager skills at the time were like child’s play in front of her.
It was not until Qin Qingyue and Zhu Yanxin left one after another that Su Yingman gradually shed that mask of compliance.
From time to time, she would reveal the assertiveness belonging to the Hehuan Sect Master, just as she was doing now, constantly teasing and playing with him.
“Looking at your expression, do you feel very frustrated?” Su Yingman giggled, her eyes curving into crescents.
“What else?” Jiang Huai gave her a sharp, annoyed look. ‘Anyone who was reduced to this state just by someone blowing a breath would feel frustrated, wouldn’t they?’
Su Yingman smiled and shook her head. She reached out a slender finger and tapped his chest, her tone soothing. “What is there to be frustrated about? You are only at the Nascent Soul Realm, while I am already at the Great Ascension Stage.”
“In the future, when you also cultivate to the Great Ascension or even higher, with the foundation of your Yin-Yang Body, I’m afraid this concubine will truly have to bow down beneath you and let you have your way.”
“These little tricks of mine naturally won’t be able to do anything to you then.”
As she spoke, she gently swung her crossed leg, revealing the crimson tip of an embroidered shoe.
She said thoughtfully, “However, if my husband wants to learn, it isn’t impossible for this concubine to teach you.”
“Our Hehuan Sect has a long history of inheritance. There have been brilliant male cultivators in our past as well.”
She leaned closer and lowered her voice to share a secret.
“It is said that back then, a group of female cultivators from other sects coveted that senior’s beauty and Yuanyang. They set a trap, intending to force themselves on him. In the end, he saw through them and used a similar technique, blowing gently toward the group. Guess what happened?”
Jiang Huai’s attention was drawn by her words, momentarily forgetting his bodily discomfort. He asked curiously, “What happened?”
Su Yingman covered her lips and smiled, her gaze enchanting. “That entire group instantly collapsed to the ground, losing all dignity and pitifully begging for mercy.”
“Many among them whose cultivation was lacking or whose willpower was weak almost died of ‘dehydration.’ This shows how remarkable the methods of my Hehuan Sect are when facing those weaker than oneself.”
Jiang Huai’s heart shook upon hearing this, and he subconsciously leaned closer. “Then, will you teach me?”
Su Yingman suddenly pulled back.
A hint of craftiness flashed in her eyes as she reached out a finger to tap his forehead, saying coquettishly, “Oh, I just remembered. If I really teach my husband, with your vengeful nature, wouldn’t you definitely come back to settle today’s score once your cultivation reaches mastery?”
“I don’t want to be blown to ‘dehydration’ by my husband one day, kneeling and begging for mercy.”
After saying that, she caught Jiang Huai off guard and leaned down to blow a gentle breath again, the fragrant wind lingering once more.
“Ngh!” Jiang Huai’s body trembled again.
He looked indignantly at the woman who had stirred him up only to run away.
Su Yingman had already stood up with a smile.
Her delicate hands smoothed the slight wrinkles on her skirt from where she had been sitting. Every movement as she swayed was full of charm.
“It’s good that you’re fine. Recover well and stop provoking those random women.”
She walked to the door and looked back to wink at him. “I’m leaving. Rest well, Husband.”
“Sister Chi Lian, come here,” she called out to the courtyard while standing at the door.
A moment later, Chi Lian hurried over from the next room, her posture respectful.
Su Yingman whispered a few words to her.
Sitting on the bed, Jiang Huai watched from a distance and noticed that Chi Lian’s attitude toward Su Yingman was extremely deferential.
Su Yingman was clearly satisfied with Chi Lian’s sensible behavior. She smiled and patted her shoulder before transforming into a streak of pink light and flying away.
In the Red Dragon Clan’s residence.
In a simply decorated meditation room, Chi Hong sat cross-legged on a large couch.
She had removed her Red Dragon Armor and changed into a soft, form-fitting crimson dress. The skirt spread out like a red lotus in full bloom.
One hand supported her chin, her dark brows slightly furrowed, deep in thought.
Chi Huang had also changed into a red dress of the same style, though the color was slightly lighter and the design appeared more youthful.
She knelt beside Chi Hong with her hands on her knees, appearing somewhat restless. From time to time, she peeked at her Honored Master’s expression.
“Honored Master, are we just leaving like this?” Chi Huang finally could not help but speak in a low voice, her tone filled with grievance and loss.
In truth, her own heart was a mess. Besides the reluctance to leave Jiang Huai, there was also a subtle trace of jealousy toward her master.
The human heart was indeed complex. She could calmly accept that there were already many women by Jiang Huai’s side and could even compete with Chi Lian, but toward her own Honored Master, she felt a sense of resentment, as if she had been stabbed in the back.
Hearing her voice, Chi Hong snapped out of her thoughts and glanced at her. She did not answer directly but instead stretched lazily, her full curves fully revealed under the red dress.
But in the end, that tribulation which almost caused her downfall did indeed come true.
“Honored Master, what are you thinking about?” Seeing that she had been silent for a long time with a distant look in her eyes, Chi Huang could not help but ask in a whisper.
“Hmm?” Chi Hong returned to her senses. Her gaze fell upon her disciple’s pretty face, which was written with loss and confusion. Her heart softened, feeling both pity and amusement.
‘If I were at this age and encountered such feelings and setbacks, I would likely be just as anxious and lose sleep, wouldn’t I?’
The opportunity that should have been hers was handed over to someone else due to a series of errors. Afterward, she had to force herself to be magnanimous and say she didn’t care, only to secretly wipe away many tears in private.
“It’s nothing, just some old memories,” Chi Hong said softly, reaching out to gently stroke the top of Chi Huang’s head. “Don’t lose heart, Huang’er. The road is still long. Your Honored Master will lead you.”
Chi Huang was stunned. She raised her eyes, looking at Chi Hong in disbelief.
‘What does she mean by that?’
Hope surged in her heart, mixed with an even deeper sense of shame.
She had been feeling secretly sour and jealous just a moment ago, thinking her master was competing with her. Yet her master seemed to have no intention of hogging him at all. Instead, she seemed to want to bring her disciple along as well.
“Honored Master, why are you so good to me?” Chi Huang lowered her head. “Don’t you feel any jealousy?”
“Jealousy?” Chi Hong’s movements paused. Her gaze rested on her disciple’s young and beautiful face, which still carried a hint of youthful innocence. For a moment, she dazed, as if seeing her past self. She also saw the Honored Master from back then, who had treated her as her own daughter and taught her with great care.
Back then, her master did not have a biological daughter, so she poured all her effort and affection into her.
Thinking of that unreserved protection and guidance even now, she still felt a sense of warmth.
Thus, having no daughter of her own, she treated Chi Huang the same way.
She reached out and pinched Chi Huang’s cheek with a touch of intimacy, laughing, “Silly child, you are my dear disciple. I raised you myself and watched you grow from a little red dragon into the graceful Saintess you are today.”
Her tone was gentle. “What is there to be jealous of? Do you not want to stay by my side forever?”
Chi Huang’s eyes instantly reddened, and a wave of attachment surged in her heart.
She threw herself into Chi Hong’s warm, fragrant embrace, burying her face deep between those reassuring, ample curves, remaining silent for a long time.
Chi Hong gently patted her disciple’s back with tender movements, but her thoughts drifted once more.
She suddenly remembered the Red Dragon Mark she had personally planted on Jiang Huai.
That dragon mark created a subtle connection between her and him.
He also had the White Dragon Mark and the Black Dragon Mark…
The hand patting Chi Huang’s back paused instinctively for a moment before continuing, though the rhythm had clearly become slightly faster.
“Huang’er,” Chi Hong suddenly spoke. “Tell me in detail about the situation when Jiang Huai used the power of the five of you to break through that day.”