That place, never touched by anyone—not even herself, deliberately ignored—was now being so intimately contacted by a stranger.
A wave of overwhelming shame engulfed her, making her wish she could instantly transform into flames and flee.
Yet, Qin Qingyue’s gaze pinned her down as if tangible, leaving her no room even for a thought of resistance.
She bit her lower lip tightly, forcing down the raging True Yuan surging inside her, fearful of losing control and hurting Jiang Huai.
Zhuxin finally relaxed the invisible dam deep within her body.
A warm, mellow essence, rich with the magnificent vitality and pure fire-attributed spiritual power, carrying an indescribable fragrance, slowly flowed out, entering Jiang Huai’s mouth.
Jiang Huai felt an indescribable warmth flood his throat, instantly spreading to every limb and bone.
His spiritual power boiled up at once; his meridians throbbed faintly in pain, blood surged like a raging river, and beneath his skin, a faint golden light began to shimmer.
Qin Qingyue’s eyes flickered with a strange gleam as she lightly nodded.
Not bad, this effect is good.
“Gulp…” Jiang Huai swallowed instinctively.
Zhuxin clearly felt that swallowing motion; her body trembled uncontrollably again as she exhaled softly.
This was not from shame or embarrassment, but the result of years of abstinence meeting a man for the first time.
Years of suppression could no longer be contained, rushing in fiercely.
Qin Qingyue curiously looked toward Su Yingman and asked, “What’s wrong with her? She keeps trembling.”
“Is it really that embarrassing?”
It’s just feeding something, even seamless contact wouldn’t cause this, right?
Why does it look like she’s begging for that or something?
Su Yingman, as Hehuan Sect Master, was well-versed in theory and naturally knew what was happening. A smile tugged at her lips as she whispered an explanation beside Qin Qingyue’s ear.
“Oh, she’s going there.” Qin Qingyue crossed her legs, suddenly understanding.
Zhuxin abruptly lifted her head, clutching Jiang Huai’s head tightly, a broken sound escaping her throat.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her long lashes trembling violently, crystal-clear tears uncontrollably sliding down her flushed cheeks in silence.
Her mind was blank.
“What’s going on?” Qin Qingyue asked Su Yingman again.
“Crying from pleasure.”
“Oh.”
Silence fell, broken only by Jiang Huai’s occasional swallowing and Zhuxin’s restrained, yet still quivering breaths laced with sobbing.
“Slow…slow down…” Jiang Huai was slightly dizzy from the overwhelming energy, humming unclearly as drool escaped his lips.
Zhuxin lowered her head to look at Jiang Huai in her arms, her mouth twitching slightly.
Slow down? I’ll overwhelm you instead!
Overwhelm you, my cheap husband!
Qin Qingyue’s voice suddenly cut through: “Slow down.”
Zhuxin stiffened and had no choice but to reduce her pace.
Only when Jiang Huai felt his body saturated did she finally withdraw.
Zhuxin felt an immense emptiness flood her as she gently collapsed to the ground.
She wanted more.
That essence, originating from the Great Ascension Stage’s source, violently swept through Jiang Huai’s limbs and meridians.
His cultivation, previously stuck wandering at Qi Refining Eighth Layer, became as fragile as thin paper under this power’s impact.
“Ugh!” Jiang Huai groaned softly, unable to stand anymore, sitting cross-legged right there.
He hadn’t even chosen a better spot—in the middle of the elegant chamber, under the diverse gazes of everyone present—he entered a meditative state directly.
A glimmer flashed in Qin Qingyue’s eyes as she immediately appeared beside Jiang Huai, her dragon tail coiling to form an invisible protective barrier, shielding him from possible external disturbances.
She watched the faint golden-red radiance suddenly rise around Jiang Huai’s spiritual energy, a genuine smile of approval mixed with a hint of indulgence spreading across her face.
His aura climbed visibly, breaking through the bottleneck of Qi Refining Eighth Layer with a loud crack, surging directly into Qi Refining Ninth Layer.
His momentum showed no sign of weakening. The pure, massive energy continued refining his body and meridians, spiritual power spinning rapidly and compressing within his dantian, faintly forming a whirlpool-like suction.
His breath rose step by step, as if pressing toward the very peak of Qi Refining Ninth Layer.
Qin Qingyue quietly observed until she saw Jiang Huai voluntarily suppress his realm, forcibly pushing his cultivation back down. Only then did she nod in satisfaction.
“Not bad, you understand the principle of ‘biting off more than you can chew,’” Qin Qingyue praised.
Her husband was pretty smart after all.
The whole process lasted about the time of an incense stick burning.
When the light around Jiang Huai gradually receded and his aura stabilized firmly at Qi Refining Ninth Layer, he slowly opened his eyes, a gleam flashing briefly within.
“Good!” Qin Qingyue’s voice rang out joyfully, openly expressing her delight as her dragon tail lightly swept over Jiang Huai’s shoulder.
“Zhuxin, you’ve done well.”
Zhuxin had long since stood, flames swirling around her body once more as she re-formed her red armor, concealing any sign of disarray.
“Merit deserves reward.”
Qin Qingyue was in an excellent mood; with a wave of her jade-like hand, several radiant treasure artifacts, pill bottles, and spiritual materials infused with thick spiritual energy appeared out of thin air, hovering before Zhuxin.
“This is the Red Sun Parting Fire Shield, combining offense and defense, perfectly compatible with your cultivation method.”
Qin Qingyue was extremely generous, enough to make ordinary Great Ascension cultivators envious.
Zhuxin remained expressionless before these rewards, only slightly surprised but not stirred much.
Qin Qingyue naturally noticed this and paused briefly before adding:
“Your daughter is still in Foundation Establishment. Once she reaches Golden Core, give these items to her. Consider it a modest gift from Jiang Huai.”
As she spoke, a delicate, softly glowing golden collar and several porcelain bottles floated toward Zhuxin.
“This Yunling Golden Collar can protect the soul, nourish the origin; the Spirit Milk is extracted from the essence of the ten-thousand-year Jade Clam from the East Sea, gentle and pure.”
Even Zhu Siyao was considered in this modest gift, whose value was no less than the rewards given to Zhuxin herself.
Zhuxin stared at the treasures floating before her, especially the collar and Spirit Milk meant for her daughter. Her calm eyes finally rippled with intense emotion.
Her lips moved slightly, but in the end, she only bowed deeply, her voice hoarse:
“Th-thank you… for the reward.”
She still didn’t utter the term “Mistress.”
Qin Qingyue didn’t mind; after all, she had just arrived and wasn’t in a rush.
The people Jiang Huai accepted, called concubines, were also future loyal forces within the sect. Things couldn’t be rushed.
Qin Qingyue nodded in satisfaction as Jiang Huai felt the new strength awakening within.
Zhuxin packed away the rewards with a complicated expression, just as Su Yingman’s gaze landed on her. Zhuxin snorted softly, a trace of disdain flashing across her face.
Hmph, that Hehuan witch, that’s all she’s got.
Besides the stuff in her pants, does she have any other tricks?
Su Yingman narrowed her beautiful eyes and stepped closer.
“Congratulations to husband on the great breakthrough in cultivation. Soon, you’ll be able to consolidate Yin and Yang, ascending to Foundation Establishment.”
Consolidate Yin and Yang? What does that mean? Zhuxin showed a puzzled expression.
“However, since Sister Zhu has already entered the sect, become husband’s concubine, and today received the mistress’s generous reward, the initiation ceremony still seems to be missing the final step,” Su Yingman’s voice softened.
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