Chapter 87: I’ll Teach You? No!

Zhuxin’s hand suddenly clenched Su Yingman’s wrist with such force that the gentle beauty let out a soft gasp of pain.

“What are you doing? Why are you stopping me?” She jerked her arm fiercely, struggling to reach the Dragon Throne.

“What’s wrong? Still guarding your food?”

Qin Qingyue had already spoken, telling them to line up. So whoever moves first, eats first, right?

Su Yingman tried to break free, but found that Zhuxin’s grip was astonishingly strong.

No wonder she was at the Da Zongzhu stage; even with her cultivation slightly diminished, her Dao Body wasn’t something a single Consolidation stage practitioner could shake.

The light in the hall seemed to grow thick and sultry.

The air grew stagnant, leaving only Jiang Huai’s muffled whimpers behind the gag, meaningless and pitiful.

Qin Qingyue looked on with amusement, as if watching a play.

“Ma…ster…”

Zhuxin held fast to Su Yingman, who was trying to move forward, but her gaze passed over the enchanting figure and fixed straight on Qin Qingyue before the Dragon Throne.

An inexplicable courage—or perhaps a reckless impulse—suddenly surged over Zhuxin’s head.

“I’ll go first.”

At those words, Su Yingman’s mouth fell open in astonishment.

She forgot to struggle and stared incredulously at the fiery Blazing Sun Sect Leader, whose cheeks were now flushed red.

For the first time, the delicate mask of gentleness on her face cracked, filled with a ridiculous sense of “Who was that defiant act really for?”

Not sisters—so why should you get to go first? We were all taken by force, so why do you get all the good things?

On Qin Qingyue’s face, the mocking smile deepened, tinged with genuine delight.

“That won’t do. There’s always an order—Yingman came first, so she should go first.”

“You line up.”

“Mistress!” Zhuxin grew anxious, her grip instinctively tightening.

Su Yingman winced in pain, brow furrowing slightly, but rather than back down, Zhuxin’s sudden claim only stoked her competitive spirit.

“Let go, Zhuxin.” Su Yingman’s voice remained soft and charming but gained a cold edge.

“The mistress has spoken. Pulling like this is improper.” She secretly circulated spirit energy, trying to break free.

“Etiquette must not be broken!”

Everything has to follow order, right?

Qin Qingyue thought for a moment and nodded. “Let Yingman go first, then.”

Orderly order makes for better management.

With these two taking the lead, maybe those coming later at the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages would be easier to control and more obedient.

Zhuxin had no choice but to reluctantly loosen her grip.

Su Yingman smiled gracefully, her figure like a soft wisp of smoke as she swiftly approached the Dragon Throne.

Her movements were smooth and natural, fingertips lightly brushing Jiang Huai’s tense arm in a soothing gesture.

“Husband, remember to cultivate properly next time—don’t wander off again.”

Qin Qingyue shifted to the side, leaning on the armrest as she surveyed Jiang Huai and Su Yingman seated on the wide Dragon Throne.

Su Yingman didn’t immediately sit but first gently kissed Jiang Huai.

Her touch was as soft as a feather’s brush.

So skilled it was astonishing.

Su Yingman showed no disdain for Qin Qingyue having just risen, fully immersing herself in her role as Concubine.

Otherwise, why would Zhuxin be so resistant to the Concubine? Even this kind of task had to be done by a Concubine.

Jiang Huai’s body stiffened noticeably for a moment, only able to emit a deeper, muffled whimper.

“Can’t you at least loosen your grip on me first?”

Zhuxin’s face reddened, slender fingers clenched tight in frustration, feeling utterly outmatched.

Shameless Hehuan Demoness, already attacking even though Qin Qingyue had just… risen.

Yet standing there so stiffly made her feel awkward.

Qin Qingyue stopped looking, sitting cross-legged to begin refining the Innate Primordial Qi.

“Come up. Standing there isn’t good either.”

She spoke to Zhuxin and then stopped paying attention.

Line up—no one said how.

Unable to contain herself, Zhuxin almost instinctively rushed forward.

“Y-you move aside.” She pushed past Su Yingman, copying her earlier actions.

Nervous, her teeth accidentally clicked together.

Jiang Huai: “Mmm…”

Zhuxin’s face turned even redder, flustered but driven by a reckless passion.

Unlike Su Yingman, she didn’t know how to…

Her kiss was more like a clumsy bite, full of urgent, unrestrained exploration, as if trying to completely erase the other’s scent.

Her movements lacked technique, overflowing with nothing but fervor. And heat.

Like a true flame that refused to be contained, trying to declare its presence and involvement in the most direct way.

Yes, they were kissing.

Su Yingman was elbowed aside, displeased, wanting to elbow back but couldn’t manage it.

She looked to Qin Qingyue for help, but Qin Qingyue had already closed her eyes, refining the Innate Primordial Qi.

What?

Watching Zhuxin’s clumsy yet passionate zeal, Su Yingman’s expression flickered between amused and annoyed.

“You’re biting like that, when will you stop? Don’t you notice he’s uncomfortable?”

Zhuxin stiffened, glancing at Jiang Huai.

He indeed looked uneasy, his expression unnatural.

“Move aside!”

Zhuxin was lightly elbowed by Su Yingman, her body tilting slightly, and she actually stopped.

She looked at Jiang Huai’s tense and clearly uncomfortable expression with some helplessness. That reckless passion seemed doused by a splash of cold water, hissing as a plume of shy smoke rose.

Su Yingman glanced at her, her eyes saying “Watch closely, this is the proper way.”

She didn’t immediately continue but extended her slender fingers, fingertips faintly swirling with Hefan Spirit Qi, lightly pressing Jiang Huai’s brow.

“Relax, husband.”

Her movements slowed to a fraction, as if conducting a delicate demonstration.

Matching, turning, lightly brushing, just right…

Yes, they were kissing… and nothing more.

Zhuxin stood aside, watching intently, her cheeks so red they almost bled, heart pounding like a drum.

Only now did she realize there was such a way?

Compared to her own wild, clumsy attempts just now—which were like a wild boar biting peonies, utterly lacking grace and probably hurting him—

A wave of shame, jealousy, and fierce curiosity churned in her heart.

She watched Su Yingman’s poised, even slightly flaunting profile, unconsciously clenching her teeth tighter.

At the right moment, Su Yingman lifted her head, a faint victorious smile curling her lips as she glanced at Zhuxin, her gaze asking:

“Got it?”

Zhuxin took a deep breath, as if making a decision.

She stepped forward again, this time without rudely pushing past Su Yingman, but with a clumsy seriousness, trying to imitate the slower pace Su Yingman had just demonstrated.

One half for each.

She struggled to recall every detail, attempting to mimic that gentle…

Yet theory and practice were worlds apart.

Her movements remained awkward, sometimes too forceful, sometimes the angle wrong.

Compared to Su Yingman’s alluring, passionate style, Zhuxin’s was still earnest but clumsy, charming in its fumbling effort.

Jiang Huai experienced these two completely different but equally sincere expressions with complex feelings.

Mouth sealed, he could not speak.

Su Yingman watched from the side, initially amused by the spectacle, but seeing Zhuxin’s earnestness and subtle potential to surpass her, her sense of superiority slowly turned into a hint of unease.

“That’s enough, enough, step aside.”

“Move aside quickly.” She pushed Zhuxin gently, her tone impatient.

Did you really learn something?

Get out of my way! The next part can’t be taught.