The faint fragrance was subtle, his clothes unchanged, his ink-black hair like a waterfall of silk. She did not know if his true spirit had truly exited his orifice or if he was intentionally seducing her.
She did not alert him. Her actions were much more straightforward than last night, as if she had familiarized herself with his body. Tonight, she intended to explore some new paths.
She slowly laid him down and simply sat on top of him. She then undid his clothes one by one. Even pressed upon him with such licentious behavior, he still showed no reaction.
His clothes gradually came off—shoulders, chest, waist and abdomen…
The oblivious beauty allowed her to manipulate him. His brows and eyes remained aloof and unmoving, his ink hair spread out. At first glance, he still appeared in a posture of cold detachment, but in reality, he was being pressed down, his clothes barely covering him.
Until most of his clothes were removed, her hand grew restless, roaming from top to bottom, then suddenly pausing as one hand landed on his waist.
Clear musculature, undulating lines, lean and powerful. Normally, his clothes only revealed a narrow waist.
Valley Master Ci Yuan’s usual attire was quite distinctive, uniquely accentuating the curve at his waist, drawing attention. But with his high cultivation, no one dared to stare directly or examine closely.
If she left a supplementation seal here, with his usual tight waist on display, no one would dare look. Who would know that beneath that thin layer of black inner lining, there was a little demon cultivator’s supplementation seal.
After a moment of silence, the girl’s fingers moved slightly. She actually pressed down firmly.
The cool body temperature transmitted to her palm. She swallowed lightly.
Excited and tense, the player sensed the oppressive mahayana cultivation. His temperament was different from Elder Fu’s—she would never be like this facing Elder Fu.
She could only blame him for putting on this oblivious act, deliberately seducing her and making her unable to hold back.
After preparing, Li Yin selected the skill and formed a seal in her palm.
The flower seal instantly landed on the man’s waist. Certain reactions followed immediately, lightly touching her body. The flower seal’s vivid pink color had just appeared when, almost at the same time, that pair of deep purple eyes suddenly snapped open.
His pale fingers jerked, tightly gripping the hand that was up to no good.
“Demonic cultivator?” Ci Yuan’s voice was icy cold. The girl sitting on him startled at his sudden movement.
His grip was strong, firmly holding her hand as if seizing long-suspected evidence. Yet in doing so, he also pinned the hand that was imprinting the mark tightly against his body.
It was unlikely she could pull back her hand. Clearly the demonic cultivator supplementing from others, the girl put on a frightened appearance as if it was all his fault.
She did not make a sound, waiting for him to question her.
With the marriage contract as proof, she was indeed his madam. But what if his reincarnated madam had become a demonic cultivator?
Medical Poison Valley had precedents of consorting with demonic cultivators, and poison cultivators were neither righteous nor evil—less rejecting of demonic cultivators than the upright sword cultivators of Hidden Sword Mountain.
Her mind raced, but her face showed panic and fluster. Her hand, however, steadily pressed into his waist hollow, showing no intention of stopping as she continued imprinting the mark.
Ci Yuan’s expression was icy, his purple eyes dangerous. He suddenly affirmed, “You truly are a demonic cultivator. The one from Pill Cauldron Sect was you too. You supplemented from others!”
His question stunned Li Yin. Amid the arousal from the jade ecstasy seal, he still had the strength to flip her over. One hand supported her lower back as he pressed her to the ground.
Her vision suddenly inverted. Li Yin heard him clearly counting, “Fu Songjin, the Azure Profound Chief Disciple—and who else?! That sword cultivator too?”
This was not right!
This was not what she had envisioned!
Li Yin paused slightly and hesitantly reminded him, “I am a demonic cultivator…”
Why had he skipped over her demonic cultivator identity?
Being a demonic cultivator seemed like the least important issue. She felt a bit dazed.
After the positions changed, the man now pinned her. Where was the aloof, noble beauty? His purple eyes were fierce as he coldly interrogated, “I had long suspected you were a demonic cultivator.”
Suddenly, he remembered something and softened his tone, not so harsh anymore. With displeasure on his face, he asked, “What were you doing with that boy in the pavilion at Pill Cauldron Sect? You even went to Fu Songjin’s cave abode, didn’t you? I saw that Elder Fu still thinks of you fondly…”
His body pressed down, strands of ink hair falling and intertwining with the girl’s hair. “Besides those two, someone covered for you when you left the pavilion that day… That person was not the sword cultivator who gave you the sword. It was someone else.”
“Am I right? Madam?”
Although his clothes were disheveled, Ci Yuan’s aura didn’t weaken in the slightest. Li Yin stared at him in shock, momentarily forgetting to speak.
The problem was that he was too spot on.
Li Yin only felt that his focus seemed a bit off.
In the tense standoff, her voice rang out clear but hesitant: “…You touched me…”
The best way to handle a question that was hard to answer was to dodge it altogether. Because of his movements, their position had already changed. She had originally been sitting astride him, but now her legs were wrapped around his waist, her back pressed against the ground. Her suspended waist was supported by his hand, which made it a little more comfortable.
Certain outlines became even more pronounced due to the shift in position.
Ci Yuan let out a cold sneer, his chest heaving: “Aren’t you the one supplementing me?”
He pierced through her pitiful disguise. In just a few words, her hand didn’t loosen from his waist side. The flower seal slowly took shape, its deep pink stark against his pale skin.
The moment she pointed it out, he seemed to finally feel the flower seal’s effects. In an instant, he weakened, leaning down and dropping his head to reveal a faintly softened posture as he buried himself in the crook of her neck.
Her body suddenly sank as he collapsed onto her, the clear outlines rubbing insistently against her through their clothes.
Li Yin’s body went rigid from being pinned down. Then she heard faint, erratic breathing—very soft, yet just audible enough for her to catch. It tickled her ear like a feather, drawing her full attention.
“You… Joyous Union Dao? Jade Ecstasy Palace or a loose cultivator?” His voice slowed, laced with labored breaths that were hard to endure.
His voice was already seductive on its own, but now it turned even more alluring and winding, turning the interrogation ambiguous.
Li Yin didn’t answer him directly: “Now that you know I’m a demonic cultivator—of the Joyous Union Dao—are you willing to let me supplement you? To be my cauldron?”
“Aren’t you already supplementing me? If I weren’t willing, how could I let you fool around like this?” The temperamental beauty snorted coldly. He had known she couldn’t hold back.
Lustful little devil.
If she truly wasn’t a demonic cultivator this time, then it was just like before—her fondness for beautiful people. She’d sneak into his room at night, and he’d indulge her, letting her toy with his body however she pleased.
He hadn’t expected her to actually be a demonic cultivator. Simply looking and fondling wasn’t enough for her; she couldn’t resist the temptation and set her sights on supplementing from him.
His gaze shifted, noticing the spiritual energy she wasn’t absorbing. Ci Yuan frowned and lightly scolded, “Wasteful.” Dissatisfied, he said: “Since I’m your dao companion, letting you supplement from me… is what I should do. Your cultivation is too low. Break through and advance soon, so I can rest a little easier.”
The little demon cultivator was left stunned and shocked by his outburst.
Before she could even feel happy, the man shifted his tone. His purple eyes narrowed slightly as he issued a cold warning: “But you can only supplement from me.”
“You’re my dao companion. How could you supplement from anyone else?”
“But, but…” Li Yin retorted. “You said it yourself—the things I did in the Pill Cauldron Sect…”
The flower seal was still forming, and being supplemented didn’t feel good at all. Hearing her vague words, Ci Yuan grew even less inclined to listen and cut her off directly: “Find a time to cut ties with them. Go tell them you’re a married woman.”
Recalling the events of their previous life, his breathing quickened. He closed his eyes several times, forcibly calming himself before staring at her: “Is my mahayana-stage cultivation not enough to satisfy you? Or is my appearance not attractive enough? How many people have looks that can compare to mine? Is my face not handsome enough, or are my eyes not pretty enough?!”
Facing his barrage of questions, Li Yin’s dark pupils flickered as she met his unique and dazzling eyes. His purple eyes were indeed breathtakingly beautiful—few could match them.
Seeing her innocent expression and remembering that she likely had no memories from their previous life, Ci Yuan’s lips pressed together lightly: “If you’re curious about what happened in our previous life, wait a few days, and I’ll give you the reincarnation gu.”
“You’re my wife, and I’m your dao companion. There’s nothing I need to deceive you about. It’s just that scoundrels stirred up trouble back then, nearly ruining our bond as husband and wife… That won’t happen now.”
She fell silent, and his attitude softened even more. He pressed his forehead to hers: “Wife, alright? Stay in the valley for now. The valley has everything you could need. Besides…”
Ci Yuan paused, then closed his eyes. Though he was a mahayana cultivator, he adopted a posture of complete submission: “If you want to supplement, then supplement from me. If you want a cauldron, then use me as your cauldron.”
“I’ve already given you the purification gu. We’ll find a day to use the shared life gu too. You can do whatever you want—just don’t go looking for anyone else.” Ci Yuan opened his eyes, his temper unusually restrained, though his voice carried a hint of chill.
Li Yin hadn’t expected his attitude at all and was repeatedly startled. In her save files, this man had refused this and that. Yet here he was, coming back under the banner of reincarnation and throwing himself at her.
A thorny beauty softening up and willingly becoming the player’s cauldron couldn’t be better. But expecting the player to stick to him alone? That wasn’t very realistic.
She didn’t respond for a long time, and Ci Yuan’s expression gradually cooled.
Just as Li Yin thought he was about to erupt, she heard him suddenly enunciate his words: “What do you think… of that Wen Xunzhu?”
Li Yin was utterly baffled.
What did Doctor Wen have to do with any of this?