Chapter 81: Yin Essence

Her face still carried the lingering flush of passion.

She leaned against the couch, robes half undone, long hair spilled across her shoulders—that cold, aloof face now tinged with red.

“You… what else do you want? I… I really can’t anymore… Wan…”

“Don’t mention her!” Qin Shuying cut him off sharply, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. But she forced it down. She smiled. “What? Not in the mood to serve me?”

“Shuying,” he said, his voice as steady as he could manage.

“Right now, all I can think about is Wan’er’s safety. I can’t focus on that kind of thing. And…”

He paused, lowering his head as his cheeks burned. “And I… can’t get it up.”

Those last three words were as soft as a mosquito’s whisper.

Seeing him like this—clearly begging for mercy—only made her want him more.

But she just smiled, sat up from the couch, letting her long hair slide over her shoulders and fall to her waist.

“You’re tired,” she said, her voice a little softer than before.

Shen Mo raised his head and looked at her.

Qin Shuying walked over, crouched in front of him, and met his eyes.

“Just rest quietly.” She reached out, gently touched his face, her thumb brushing across his swollen lips. “I’ll handle the rest.”

Shen Mo froze.

What did she say?

Before he could react, she had already bent down on her own, under his terrified, almost cowering gaze, and did something that made his mind go blank—she actually, imitating the way he had served her just moments ago, lowered that proud head, the symbol of the noble status of the Heavenly Sword Peak Master, and proactively, in a posture that was shocking, unprecedented, and utterly demeaning in this female-dominated world, leaned in toward him.

A tremor rose from the depths of his heart, one he himself despised.

Especially from a woman like Qin Shuying—so high and mighty, condescending to such a lowly act?

It was even more absurd than any rough violation. And yet…

“Shuying,” his voice tightened. “There… don’t… It’s always been men trying every way to please women.

When has a woman ever…” She didn’t stop.

Shen Mo’s body tensed violently. His fingers clenched the robes beneath him, turning his knuckles white. She didn’t stop.

He stared at the top of her head, at her pitch-black hair cascading over his knees like an ink waterfall. His eyes inexplicably stung.

No one had ever treated him like this. Not Su Wan’er, not Chao’er, not Yun Wei.

They were all high and mighty—takers, possessors. This act that turned all norms upside down, this ultimate condescension, brought a shock that even surpassed the physical…

What followed was like water flowing naturally, or perhaps a trap long set.

When they truly joined, with Qin Shuying in absolute dominance, pinning Shen Mo firmly beneath her, his consciousness was half-awake, half-asleep, left only with the instinctive trembling and sinking of his body.

Yet just as Shen Mo thought this nightmare would end in chaos, Qin Shuying leaned close to his ear and, with a voice hoarse from arousal but eerily clear and calm, commanded word by word, “Mo’er, release your yin essence.”

Yin essence!

Those two words exploded like thunderclaps in Shen Mo’s dazed sea of consciousness.

He snapped open his eyes, misted with lust, pupils contracting sharply, his scattered wits instantly seized by boundless terror.

Yin essence was the most precious essence in a man’s body in this female-dominated world, containing the source of life and the power of childbirth!

It was the foundation by which a man could impregnate a woman and carry on the bloodline!

Unless a man voluntarily guided its release in extreme passion and willingness, external force could barely extract it, and forced extraction would severely damage a man’s life-source, even endanger his life!

Qin Shuying… she actually wanted his yin essence?

What did she intend to do?

“No… no way! Absolutely not!” Shen Mo struggled violently beneath Qin Shuying like a fish on the verge of death, his voice shrill from extreme fear.

“Wan’er and I… we were still planning to have a child! This is all for her! I owe it to her! Qin Shuying, I beg you! Let me go! This really can’t happen! Please!”

He babbled his pleas, his eyes filled with unprecedented panic.

This was not just about protecting his own life-source; it was the last and most central bastion of his heavy guilt and desire to make amends to Su Wan’er!

He had promised to have a child with her—that was what he owed her, his duty and commitment as a husband!

How could he give his yin essence to Qin Shuying?

If he gave it away, it would take at least ten months to accumulate.

During that time, how could he face Wan’er? What face would he have to think about compensation?

Seeing Shen Mo’s resistance far exceeding all his previous reactions to humiliation, the heat in Qin Shuying’s eyes burned even more fiercely.

“Leave it for her? Shen Mo, haven’t you faced reality yet? From the moment you stepped onto my Heavenly Sword Peak and lay down on this couch, everything about you has been mine. Including your body, your heart, and… your yin essence.”

Not only did she not soften at his pleas, but she intensified her movements.

At the same time, a stream of pure and overbearing spiritual power, like a cunning poisonous snake, drilled into his body, precisely teasing and stimulating his most sensitive and vulnerable core, trying to forcibly draw out the deeply hidden source.

“Be good. Release it. Give it to me. I’ll use it well. Maybe… it will give you a real, powerful descendant. A thousand times stronger than anything that waste Su Wan’er could give birth to.”

She lowered her head, her red lips brushing against the tip of his nose.

“Su Wan’er? Does she deserve it? A useless thing who can’t even save herself, about to have her cultivation plummet—does she have the right to bear your child?”

“Shen Mo,” she said, her voice very soft. “Just now, you said you’d give me anything except this. Was that still true?”

He opened his mouth, tried to say something, but nothing came out.

Qin Shuying looked at him, at him falling apart like this. The ache in her heart nearly drowned her.

But she just lowered her head and placed a very light kiss on his forehead.

“But this is the only thing I want,” she said.

Deep in the source of his dantian, the yin essence that symbolized life and the power of lineage was being forcibly stirred and loosened by an external, cold force…

“Please… Peak Master Qin… Shuying… spare me… this is for Wan’er… my last… ah!” The broken begging was cut short, turning into a sob that mixed pain and extreme stimulation.

Qin Shuying felt the final defense of the body beneath her was about to collapse.

A mad, determined light flashed in her eyes.

She said no more, only focused more intently on driving her spiritual power, while oppressing Shen Mo’s remaining divine sense with an irresistible will.

“Give it to me.”

Shen Mo opened his hollow eyes, staring at the cold, blurred patterns on the cave dwelling ceiling.

His soul seemed to be completely drained away in that moment.

Under the triple torment of boundless despair, deep guilt toward Su Wan’er, and his body’s uncontrollable instinctual reaction, the last shred of his will to protect, like a candle flickering in the wind, finally…

Crumbled.