“What are you up to this time?”
Anyone who complains usually thinks they don’t have enough bargaining chips and wants to raise the stakes.
Su Bai pouted and grumbled, “Last time it was the JK uniform, before that it was the qipao, and even earlier, the black flight attendant outfit, and…”
Hmph, you devil, aren’t you just fond of asking for the sky and bargaining down to the ground?”
“Right now, I’m giving you face—don’t fail to appreciate it!”
Though her words were forceful, that slightly trembling tone betrayed her inner longing.
Outside the door, the man gave a bitter smile. “Disciple dares not, but after fifteen years, month after month, I’ve long lost all interest—so bitter, so bitter!”
Su Bai gritted her teeth in frustration!
Of course she knew this fiend wanted to play some new trick again.
She simply swept her jade-like hand across herself, and the verdant imperial robe transformed into a set of lace lingerie. The fabric was so sheer it seemed almost nonexistent, its translucent quality barely concealing her supple, alabaster skin.
Her graceful figure was revealed to the fullest, her delicate chest half exposed, her slender waist so thin it could be encircled by a single hand, her long legs even more enticing under the veil of lace. Every inch of skin radiated a seductive allure and mysterious charm.
“How about this one? Looks nice, doesn’t it? If you think so, hurry up and come in!”
Su Bai reclined sideways on the couch, posing in what she considered her most bewitching posture. Her long legs parted slightly, one foot resting on the other, her whole body displaying an extraordinary and captivating sensuality, enough to make anyone’s heart race and blood boil.
“You little brat, don’t act coy when you’ve taken advantage!!”
She gritted her teeth.
Yet, outside the door, the man in the white robe trimmed with gold simply lifted his wine flask and took a deep swig, a hint of bitterness curling at his lips as he muttered, “Beauty turns to bones, all is fleeting like passing clouds—dull, dull.”
“Master, please forgive your disciple’s rudeness.”
He gave a slight bow, wine jug in hand, and gulped down another mouthful. Swaying a couple of times, he turned and disappeared into the night.
At first, Su Bai didn’t believe it. She thought this fiend was deliberately leaving her hanging, wanting her to make the first move, so she held her pose on the bed, determined to outwait him.
But after half a quarter hour, there was still no movement outside.
She forced herself up, stepped lightly to the door, and gazed into the deep night. No sign of anyone remained, as if the man’s words—“Beauty turns to bones, all is fleeting like passing clouds—dull, dull”—had truly come to pass.
Su Bai stood quietly at the door, staring into the night as if hoping to spot that white-robed figure. But it was in vain.
The night was like ink, swallowing up all things.
She lifted her gaze to the sky—the bright moon hung luminous overhead.
Has he really lost all interest in me?
Northern Plains. The night hung like a curtain, beside a tall bonfire.
“If we lack clothing, let us share the same robe. How can we be without clothes? Let us bathe in the same river!”
More than a hundred young men and women: wild-tempered devil cultivators, men carrying deep-seated grudges, seekers unwilling to accept mediocrity, and oddly shaped members of the aquatic tribes—all with different hearts, but united by a single goal.
Had this been in the old days, the Righteous and Demonic paths, the human and demon clans—such a strange and contradictory gathering would have ended in bloody chaos.
A figure in a green robe moved among the crowd. He appeared utterly ordinary, with no distinctive features—his face impossible to discern—yet everyone respected him, addressing him as—
Mister Bai.
“Mister Bai! Mister Bai! The pork stewed with noodles is almost ready, come eat with us!” a young man called out, carrying a bowl from beside the fire and shouting to the green-robed figure.
“You all go ahead, children.” The blood figure reached out and gently patted the boy’s head.
“Mister Bai, don’t pat my head! You said touching heads would stunt growth—”
“And besides, I’m already in my thirties, Mister Bai, you still treat us like kids…”
The young man muttered a few words and turned back to the fire to eat.
The blood figure shook his head, laughing softly, murmuring, “In my eyes, you’ll always be children. You’re far better than that major fiend.”
She lifted her eyes to the horizon. A beam of cold moonlight poured through the clouds like wine.
If someone in the crowd scanned her with their divine sense, they’d discover that beneath that simple green robe was a pair of long, shapely legs trembling slightly, covered in beads of moisture, as taut as a bowstring—ready to snap at any moment.
“Damn it, main body, if you can’t control your desires, can you not throw them my way?!”
“What? That fiend has lost interest in you?”
“I seriously suspect that rebellious disciple is using retreat as an advance—feigning indifference to lure you in.”
“I know.” In the Green Emperor’s bedchamber, Su Bai buried her flushed face deep in the gold-embroidered quilt, listless and muffled.
“But I feel so awful, it’s killing me.”
“This body has been developed for fifteen years—at this point it’s basically a puffball.”
“Insatiable, desperate hunger—my body’s desires clash with my mind, which regards itself as male and values pride and self-love. The dual torment of body and soul makes me want to just die right here.”
“If I yield to the body, I betray my heart; if I hold fast to my heart, I reject my body’s instinctive pursuit of pleasure.”
“That fiend was right. Someone as lustful and power-hungry as me is hard-pressed to resist temptation.”
“Hold on no matter what!” The blood figure nervously swallowed.
“If you go full femme-fatal, what will I do? I just started my resistance group—I can’t be the first rebel leader to surrender, can I?”
“I’d let down all those following me, and the kids I personally raised.”
“Don’t worry~ I won’t~” Su Bai mumbled. “Even if I give in to desire, I’ll never lose myself or fall for a man. That fiend only awakened my desires—at worst, I’ll just chase pleasure even more from now on.”
“By the way, what’s your resistance group called?”
“Haven’t decided yet.”
“How about [Destroy the Sun]? If he wants to become the next era’s sun, fine—but if that sun is fueled by the suffering of countless beings across the Five Domains and Two Heavens, then that sun is a mistake, and mistakes must be erased.”
“Up to you.”
The call ended. Su Bai collapsed on the bed, curling up as waves of heat swept through her, and in her daze, she actually fainted.
When she woke again, it was dawn. The heat inside had faded, her desire temporarily quelled. Yet as she sat up, a question nagged at her mind.
The fiend’s behavior last night suggests two possibilities.
First, he’s truly grown tired of her after so long—he’s now devoted himself to his grand ambition.
If that’s the case, Blood Body’s resistance group is in for hard times.
Before, every raid on cultivation resource vaults was shielded by Su Bai, keeping Zhou Xuan from taking action.
Now Zhou Xuan is determined to become a sigma male—even if Blood Body has the [Heaven-Deceiving Stone Disk] to counter the [Heavenly Emperor Spirit-Locking Array] to some extent, she still can’t withstand a Nascent Soul Sovereign’s iron fist.
Second, it’s a ploy—retreat to advance, waiting for her to come to him.
Emotionally, Su Bai believed it was the second. That fiend kept her under house arrest for so long, clearly coveting both her body and heart—how could he lose interest after just fifteen years?
Her body had been unlocked in most positions, but her heart—never once had it been moved.
Rationally, Su Bai hoped it was the second as well. If it was really the first, then with a Nascent Soul Sovereign and [Heavenly Emperor Spirit-Locking Array], Zhou Xuan would no longer be distracted by her—Blood Body’s group would get wiped out in no time!
If so, she’d have no hope of breaking free in this life.
“So, whatever the case, I still have to go serve myself up on a silver platter, huh?”
After analyzing, Su Bai couldn’t help but complain inwardly.
She rose, patted her verdant imperial robe, and instantly it transformed into a set of gorgeously provocative, ancient-style attire.
Which is more important—body or soul?
Hard to say in the real world, but in a mere simulation, her mind mattered far more.
Even if her body here was adjusted into the likes of those canines from the little blue bird site, or a certain moderator’s fluffy lewd beast, it was just a simulated vessel—irrelevant to the bigger picture. As long as she broke the stalemate, in the next simulation, she’d still be the vigorous Sect Master of Qingyang.
Who would ever know about her black history?