Mu Daoying’s heart sank straight down. He desperately hoped that this drug was not what he feared, but soon, his body’s reaction shattered that faint glimmer of hope.
His whole body began to heat up, and his cheeks gradually flushed with an unnatural seductive red.
His lips moved slightly, and her figure in his vision gradually blurred into double images.
A ball of flame seemed to roll through his lower abdomen. Mu Daoying panted violently.
He gazed at her petite figure, and a strong surge of desire suddenly rose in his heart.
He strongly resisted the urge to immediately pounce on her, pin her to the ground, stroke her jet-black long hair, and hide her entire body beneath his own.
He intensely wanted to violate her.
He suppressed such impulses. Sweat soaked through his Daoist robes, his fingertips trembled like chaff, his mind went blank, and he could only sense the amplified sounds and movements from the outside world.
Every inch of skin transmitted sensations.
Suddenly, a cool little hand gently brushed over his lips.
“Don’t bite.”
Don’t… bite? Mu Daoying laboriously operated his stalled brain and murmured in confusion, repeating it.
Don’t bite what?
Liu Qiao’e cupped his chin and carefully examined him.
Mu Daoying’s long eyelashes were like a butterfly’s wings dampened by water.
The harder they tried to spread, the heavier they became, making flight impossible. His dark eyes brimmed with misty fog, and his gaze lost focus.
It turned out that, unbeknownst to him, he had bitten his lip open.
His snow-white teeth pressed against thin lips dyed cherry red by blood.
He lay on the ground, slightly raising his face. Beneath the hazy mist, his pupils appeared even darker.
He stared at her unblinkingly, deeply, without hiding his desire for her at all.
“Qiao’e.”
“Qiao’e.” He murmured, laboriously crawling a step toward her. His sweat-soaked long hair clung messily to his fair skin, like a sea demon that had just crawled ashore and had not yet learned to use its legs.
Liu Qiao’e stiffened in place somewhat.
When had she ever seen such a naked gaze from Mu Daoying? If eyes could do something, she would have been violated from head to toe by him already.
Her heartbeat could not help but race in panic, thundering, each beat faster than the last.
But she did not satisfy him. She pushed him away forcefully.
The pain of his back slamming heavily against the wall allowed Mu Daoying to regain a bit of his senses. Cold sweat instantly covered his spine. He was terrified out of his wits and ached as if his guts were being torn apart.
He could not believe that Liu Qiao’e would do such a thing.
He wanted to open his mouth to question her, but he could only watch her slightly hasty, flustered footsteps.
She abandoned him and hurried out of the secret chamber in a panic.
After exiting the secret chamber, Liu Qiao’e still felt lingering fear. She let out several long breaths before turning to look at the dozen or so beauties already prepared.
The Joyous Union Palace had long upheld the tradition of keeping beauties to entertain guests. These beauties were mostly selected from among the disciples and were called the Yao Terrace Elusive Ladies.
A faint, subtle pang of heartache rose in her heart.
It was merely some insignificant possessiveness, she repeatedly warned herself.
She must not waver again, repeatedly.
Since Mu Daoying treated her this way, she would humiliate him a hundredfold!
She looked toward the leading beauty and gave her a slight nod.
Then she turned sideways and tossed a sentence toward the man in the secret chamber.
“Daoist Mu, a spring night moment is worth a thousand gold. Enjoy well the tender paradise, the soul-enthralling den that this Seat has prepared for you.”
…He did not understand her meaning, but desire once again occupied his brain.
Sweat trickled from his forehead into his eyelashes and into his eyes, stinging and burning.
He could see nothing before him clearly. Hearing footsteps, he thought she had returned.
Mu Daoying could not help but call her: “Qiao’e—”
He yearned for her like a parched traveler yearning for the jade dew of a Bodhisattva. Prostrated on the ground, he unconsciously crawled two steps toward her direction.
A pair of tender arms as soft as lotus roots helped him up.
In his moment of emotion, Mu Daoying could not help but grasp her hand in return!
But the next second, he felt as if struck by lightning. He froze in place, his face turning deathly pale!
This… this was not her hand.
Her hand was not so smooth. She had endured much hardship and suffering; her palm had calluses, and the tiger’s mouth had scars.
Mu Daoying’s body went limp all over, sweat pouring out layer by layer. He used all his strength to push the person away.
Panting, he asked coldly: “You… who are you?”
That person had not yet spoken when another pair of soft arms slowly climbed onto his shoulders and neck from behind.
A bewitching fragrance wafted, her breath like orchids: “Daoist Mu, Old Mother instructed us to come serve you.”
Mu Daoying’s expression changed drastically. His trembling hands struggled forcefully!
He staggered free, only for another fragrant, soft body to tumble into his lap.
“Daoist, are you suffering? Is it very painful?”
“No need to endure. Just hand yourself over to us.”
In an instant, from all directions came the bell-like giggles of women. Demons danced wildly, like heavenly demons at his side, bizarre and indescribable.
Mu Daoying pursed his lips tightly. Sweat trickled down his inky temples. “…Please, fellow Daoists, make way.”
But no matter how he pushed and refused, he could not brush off those twisting, water-snake-like bodies entwining him.
Rare anger appeared on him. Veins bulged at his temples. He clenched his teeth, his jawline taut as a blade.
“…Get lost.”
The woman’s small hands had already probed into his robes like little snakes.
Seeing that words would not work on them, he simply closed his eyes.
His heart plummeted into an ice cellar. The surging desire receded like the tide. Mu Daoying trembled with rage, and in the cold, a rare, towering fury was born.
It made him wish he could drag Liu Qiao’e before him and demand:
How could she, how could she do this!
—
Liu Qiao’e was not too sure how much time Mu Daoying would need to get the deed done.
He was a virgin, and his primal yang had not yet been released.
Joyous Union Palace disciples loved dual cultivating with virgins like him the most—dragon essence and tiger ferocity, pure yang energy, one time worth ten.
With these ten-odd people, it would take at least a day and a night.
She wanted to see him fall into the mud pit, see him no matter how unwilling, no matter how embarrassing, no matter how painful, forced to plunge into the sea of desire.
She had seen countless so-called upright gentlemen—men were all the same. No matter how staunchly they professed chastity on their lips, in the end, they could not resist the impulses of their lower bodies and became beasts that only knew copulation.
After waiting approximately five or six hours, she finally stood up leisurely, preparing to catch him in the act at the height of his battle.
She wanted to expose his most wretched, most debauched side, like a roadside stray dog.
She wanted to see his face filled with shock, pain, pallor, and utter regret.
She wanted to tear off his elegant, upright mask.
For such a frost-treading, snow-walking figure, she wanted to utterly destroy his character and will.
At the same time, she suppressed the faint heartache and possessiveness in her heart.
Harboring such thoughts, she carried a lamp and pushed open the door to the secret chamber.
A scorching big palm suddenly reached out from the darkness!
It seized her arm and yanked her forcefully!
The lantern tumbled and rolled on the ground. She fell beneath him, her expression changing drastically!
“Old Mother!”
The people behind her all cried out in alarm, at a loss as they watched the man crouched over her!
Mu Daoying’s dark hair hung disheveled, his face flushed with erotic tide, but his brows and eyes were extremely cold. His dark pupils were as clean as if washed by sweat.
Expressionless, he pinned her down and coldly squeezed out words from between his teeth: “Old Mother, do you still care about this one’s life or death?”
Liu Qiao’e had never seen such a Mu Daoying!
Cold, sinister, domineering—she panicked at once, her legs going soft, as if reverting to that powerless mortal from before who knew no spirit arts.
“You, how could you?!”
He looked at her with pain and loathing, shoving her away harshly! Like an injured beast curling up in the corner to silently lick his wounds.
Her whole body went limp. Still shaken, she crawled up and picked up the lantern.
“Old Mother!” “Old Mother!” The firelight illuminated the dozen or so beauties in the room, standing rigidly at a loss.
Her expression turned ugly: “What’s going on?”
The beauties hesitated, their faces showing embarrassment: “This, this Fellow Daoist Mu would rather die than submit.”
“Rather die than submit—couldn’t you just force him?!” she fumed.
The beauties felt wronged: “But he… he embraced the origin and guarded the one, sat in oblivion forgetting self, completely unresponsive. How could we force him?”
Liu Qiao’e paused, shining the lantern toward Mu Daoying’s lower robes.
Indeed, nothing indecent was visible.
Her expression grew even worse.
It was all her fault for spoiling these elusive ladies! Normally, she let them follow their whims, only picking those she liked for dual cultivation, and they would often throw tantrums and quit.
Sure enough, the beauties began whimpering coquettishly again. “He… he threatened suicide. Without Old Mother’s orders, how could we dare let him actually die?” Liu Qiao’e grew irritated and waved them away with a fierce glare.
Once the people had left completely, Liu Qiao’e carried the lantern to Mu Daoying.
Sure enough, his bloodstained green robe was now stained with fresh blood.
She squatted down, pulled his hand, and saw that his slender wrist had been cut with new wounds by his sword qi, still bleeding.
He let her pull his hand, lips pursed coldly, saying nothing.
She also turned cold-faced, maliciously grinding his wound. “Are you even a man? Besides seeking death, what else can you do?”
Mu Daoying endured silently.
Her words grew even more brazen. “Useless silver spearhead with a wax tip, rotten cock good for nothing!”
Mu Daoying endured again and again until he could endure no more. He lifted his eyelashes, said nothing, but his dark pupils fixed tightly on her.
Inch by inch.
She suddenly felt something was wrong.
With the beauties gone, only the two of them remained in the room. Mu Daoying stared at her expressionlessly as his lower robes slowly tented into a terrifying arc.
Her expression changed abruptly. She slapped him backhand: “Insolent!”
He turned his head from the blow but, as if oblivious, stubbornly lifted his gaze again. His eyes slowly traced every inch of her skin.
The pale Daoist robe soaked with sweat clung to her skin, revealing the pale texture beneath. The hidden ferocious beast poked out its round pink head, majestic and imposing, head held high, gazing covetously, ready to devour.
He had done nothing, yet when Liu Qiao’e met his gaze, she trembled uncontrollably, drenched in sweat.
It was clearly she who wanted to humiliate him, yet she was the one humiliated in turn.
It was as if with just his eyes, her clothes were stripped away, and he violated her thoroughly from head to toe.
She visibly panicked, wanting to regain the upper hand. She sneered, lifted her foot to kick him, grinding and stomping hard.
Mu Daoying’s face paled in pain, his brows furrowing slightly. He panted.
“Urgh—”
But he still did not beg for mercy.
Mockery appeared in her eyes as she secretly added more force.
Seeming fed up with her torment, Mu Daoying’s eyelashes twitched. He seized her ankle and yanked her beneath him!
“!!” Liu Qiao’e was caught off guard and cried out. A warm, heavy body had already pressed down.
She wanted to struggle, but that ferocious beast emerged again, threateningly nudging between her legs, swinging its head. Traces of saliva dripped from its tip.
She lost all strength at once, reverting to that mortal ignorant of any spells, stiffening in place.
Mu Daoying’s weight pressed distinctly upon her. While panting heavily, he lightly smacked her thigh—which had struggled moments before—and said coldly, “Doesn’t Old Mother like it this way?”
“Get off!” Her arms went limp. Hearing such humiliation from him, she flushed with shame and anger, her eyes reddening.
She, she was useless. Her body did not obey her. As soon as it touched his arm, smelled the white sandalwood scent on him, she melted into a puddle of spring water.
Red-eyed, she cried: “Let me go!”
But in response, he leaned down and bit.
…
“Ah!!” She let out a sharp cry. Tears slid from her temples into her hair, as if plunging into a deep sea.
She hugged his arched back, limbs wrapping around him, forced to open her body and hold him tight, shuttling across surging waves.
She had never suffered such humiliation. She trembled constantly, tears falling like rain.
“I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you.” She sobbed and murmured, but the words were shattered before she finished.
Her cries soon became indistinct.
She knew exactly how prestigious he was, yet the sudden intrusion caught her completely off guard. Her knees still trembled, unable to take it all in.
She struggled, kicked, bit, and thrashed, but she could not resist being pinned to the ground. Mu Daoying grabbed her back and slowly stroked inch by inch over her spine, pressing in bit by bit. She felt forcibly filled.
He transformed his icy disappointment and anger into another form, pouring it into her mercilessly.
The more she struggled, the firmer he pinned her knees—even spreading them wider—as he sank even deeper.
From beginning to end, he did not utter a single word. The Carefree Joyous Spring Powder had also burned away his sanity, turning him into a beast that knew only to enter her.
It was not until her knees slipped repeatedly amid her cries and shouts—“Let go of me, get off!”—that he faltered.
Only then did he gently brush aside her sweat-dampened long hair and lean down to bite her fair, rounded shoulder.
He said faintly, “You like it too.”
“You wanted it.” The words were not even finished before he buried himself deep once more.
He had long seen through her coy, pretentious posturing.
He knew she liked it this way.