Qin Qingyue’s fingers lightly tapped the table in rhythm, each soft sound striking like a sharp blade against Zhuxin’s heart.
“Does what Su Yingman said make sense?” Qin Qingyue asked Zhuxin.
Her voice was low, yet carried an invisible pressure, like a mountain crushing down.
She didn’t need to raise her volume; the Dragon Might coursing deep in her bloodline and her cultivation far surpassing the others were the most direct orders.
Zhuxin’s body stiffened abruptly, the delicate frame beneath her Red Armor tightening.
Her proud and aloof expression shattered instantly, replaced by a mix of disbelief, shame, and indignation.
Two deeper red blushes quickly spread from her cheeks to her earlobes, even staining her neck with an alluring flush.
“I… I don’t know.” Zhuxin’s voice trembled with embarrassment.
Breastfeeding? For this forcibly tied Husband Lord? How could she accept that?
Just a few days ago, she was still the Sect Master of the Blazing Sun Sect, revered above all.
She slowly turned her gaze to Su Yingman, her eyes burning with almost tangible flames meant to pierce through her.
Su Yingman merely bowed her head slightly, avoiding Zhuxin’s murderous glare. Her tone remained gentle but carried a barely noticeable sharpness:
“Sect Master Zhu, please calm your anger. I only wish for Husband Lord’s cultivation to progress.”
“This method is an Ancient Secret, mild and harmless, the best way to consolidate the root and nurture the source.”
Qin Qingyue slowly put down the Yuzhu in her hand and softly said,
“Then let’s give it a try.”
Tilting her head slightly, she asked curiously, “Why are you still wearing that?”
The implication was clear—why not quickly take off that tight-fitting armor?
How could she not read the situation? Not as perceptive as Su Yingman, evidently.
“I… I…” Zhuxin placed her hand on her chest, then slowly let it fall, biting her lip.
Su Yingman reminded her at just the right moment, “You and I are both Husband Lord’s concubines.”
“To improve his cultivation and stabilize his foundation—isn’t that only right and proper?”
“As his concubines, everything about you, including yourself, is his resource.”
Qin Qingyue nodded faintly, clearly approving of Su Yingman’s reasoning.
Zhuxin shook her head slightly and whispered, “You… you all have to watch?”
Isn’t having this many people present too much for such a thing?
“I will watch.” Qin Qingyue replied flatly.
Of course, she had to supervise whenever her man cultivated.
Zhuxin could feel the Dragon Might radiating from Qin Qingyue locking onto her like an unbreakable chain.
She realized that here, in front of this woman, her status as Sect Master of the Blazing Sun Sect meant nothing.
Turning her head away, Zhuxin avoided Qin Qingyue’s eyes and looked away from Jiang Huai, who stood nearby with a face full of bewilderment and awkwardness.
Deep inside, the instinctual restlessness that had been forcibly suppressed for centuries ignited like dry wood tossed into a fire.
It sent waves of unfamiliar tingling and emptiness rising from the depths of her body.
“I…” Jiang Huai’s scalp tingled as he watched, his Ling Food in the bowl now tasting bland.
He never expected Su Yingman’s Secret Technique to be like this.
Seeing Zhuxin’s shame and humiliation, then imagining the scene—
“This is too rude. Qingyue, forget it.”
“I can cultivate on my own.”
He looked at Zhuxin, his eyes full of apology and embarrassment:
“Sect Master Zhu, don’t listen to them. This method isn’t suitable.”
Jiang Huai’s refusal caused a faint flicker in Zhuxin’s eyes, but it was mostly helplessness and despair.
Because she saw Qin Qingyue’s gaze shift to Jiang Huai.
“Husband.” Qin Qingyue’s voice softened slightly, but her insistence did not waver.
“Don’t be stubborn. On the cultivation path, a slow step delays every step.”
“This method is safe and efficient, with no aftereffects. What’s wrong with it?”
She reached out and gently stroked Jiang Huai’s back with infinite fondness, but her tone left no room for negotiation:
“Besides, Zhuxin is your concubine; it’s her duty.”
“Accepting her help is also giving her a chance to fulfill that duty.”
“Can you bear to let her lose even the qualification to serve her Husband Lord?”
She framed the matter as both fulfilling duty and granting opportunity, as if Jiang Huai’s refusal was an insult to Zhuxin.
Though he didn’t understand why his own Husband Lord had such a strange moral standard, Qin Qingyue decided to change his mindset.
So he wouldn’t suffer losses once they entered the Secret Realm.
“But…” Jiang Huai tried to resist again, but under Qin Qingyue’s gentle yet unyielding gaze, all his words fell weak and pale.
When Qin Qingyue decided something—especially about his cultivation and safety—his objections rarely held weight.
He looked at Su Yingman for help, but Su Yingman only smiled at him, the kind of smile that said “It’s all for your own good.”
Everything was for Husband Lord’s benefit—what could be wrong with that?
No hint of private grudges or dissatisfaction.
Su Yingman didn’t know anything.
“I…” Zhuxin struggled to utter a word, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum.
They all had to watch? Really all of them?
Su Yingman smiled brightly and said, “If Sister Zhu feels embarrassed, I can give her a demonstration.”
“I arrived early, after all, to teach Sister Zhu how to be a proper concubine.”
Qin Qingyue’s beautiful eyes showed a trace of impatience.
“No… I’m older than you.” Zhuxin saw the impatience in Qin Qingyue’s eyes and seemed resigned.
Better to take the initiative than resist and be forced.
Might as well consider it raising another son.
Step by step, Zhuxin approached Jiang Huai, the light from her Red Armor flickering.
Stopping in front of Jiang Huai, she looked down at this so-called “Husband,” at his confused and slightly embarrassed face, and found it quietly amusing.
Could it be her Husband was really such a good person?
She raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly as they pressed against the Red Armor over her chest.
The Red Armor melted away silently like a receding tide in response to her will, transforming into swirling flames before vanishing completely.
Revealing the thin undergarment dampened slightly by sweat, outlining her slender yet tense curves.
Her figure was fully exposed, radiating a breathtaking beauty.
“Hu… Husband.” She reached out, gripping the back of Jiang Huai’s neck and pressing his face against her chest.
With the other hand, she hurriedly and tremblingly undid her clothing.
A patch of warm, delicate, snow-white skin was exposed to the air, bearing the unique high temperature and faint fiery aura characteristic of a Fire Attribute cultivator.
“Hurry, faster,” Zhuxin bit her teeth and said.
“Ugh!”
Jiang Huai was caught off guard, feeling an irresistible force holding him down, followed by a soft, indescribably fragrant warmth enveloping his mouth and nose.
Qin Qingyue leaned on her hand nearby, smiling as she watched her man like an amused spectator, her Dragon Tail flicking unconsciously at her side.
Su Yingman stepped aside, instructing Zhuxin on how to run the Secret Technique.
Zhuxin trembled violently, her cheeks burning as if aflame.
She could clearly feel Jiang Huai’s warm breath blowing over her most sensitive and vulnerable skin.
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