The morning sun filtered through the chamber's narrow slits, casting pale light across the blood-jade walls. Lian Xue entered, her eyes settling on Su Meiyin, sprawled across the silk sheets in a ravaged state.
Lian Xue's face remained composed, no trace of shock—she knew Meiyin was Lin Fengyang's slave, her soul bound by the Soul-Binding Lotus Pill's dissolved mark, her submission total. Yet wariness gnawed at her thoughts: A devil who trades his own wife is no one to trust. Stay sharp, Xue'er. She steeled herself, her caution a quiet shield.
"Elder Su, let's get you cleaned," Lian Xue said, voice soft, gesturing toward the bathing chamber.
Meiyin rose, her movements were regal despite her ravaged condition. She followed Lian Xue to the bath, a marble pool steaming with jasmine-scented water, its rim etched with faint qi runes that pulsed softly.
In the bathing chamber, Lian Xue shed her robes, revealing her graceful frame—curved hips, full breasts with a gentle, teardrop shape, their rosy nipples standing firm, distinct from Meiyin's heavier, rounded curves and raven locks.
Her skin, kissed by a soft golden tan, glowed in the steam, her chestnut hair tumbling in loose waves past her waist, a striking contrast to Meiyin's darker allure. Her movements were lithe and deliberate as she stepped into the pool, the jasmine-scented water lapping at her thighs.
Lian Xue knelt beside Meiyin, who sank into the steaming pool. The warm water embraced Meiyin's ravaged form. Cum flaked away, revealing her jade-like skin's gleam. Meiyin's voluptuous curves glistened. Her heavy breasts floated buoyant in the water. Her nipples hardened in the heat. Her raven hair fanned out like ink across the surface.
Lian Xue's hands moved with warmth and precision. She began washing Meiyin's shoulders. Her fingers glided over smooth skin with deliberate care. She dipped lower, caressing the swell of Meiyin's breasts. She cupped them gently. Her thumbs brushed over the sensitive nipples.
A soft gasp escaped Meiyin. Her eyes fluttered half-closed. The touch was intimate yet dutiful. The water rippled as Lian Xue's hands lingered. She kneaded the soft flesh. Her own full, teardrop-shaped breasts swayed slightly with her movements.
Her hands traveled further. They slid down Meiyin's taut stomach. Her fingers grazed the curve of her hips. She washed with meticulous care.
She moved to Meiyin's thighs, parting them gently. Her fingers skimmed the inner skin, close to the still-sensitive folds of her pussy. Her fingers glided along the inner skin, brushing close to the still-sensitive folds of Meiyin's pussy.
She began washing there, her touch precise yet soft, fingers tracing the delicate petals of Meiyin's outer lips to cleanse them. The warm water swirled around her hands, loosening the faint remnants of the night's excesses.
Meiyin's breath hitched. Her body arched faintly. A flush spread across her chest. Lian Xue's lips curved in a faint, professional smile. Her golden-tanned skin glowed in the steam. Her chestnut hair clung to her damp shoulders.
The water lapped at their bodies. Each ripple caught the light. Lian Xue's hands remained diligent. One hand glided over Meiyin's arm, fingers smoothing away the night's traces with gentle pressure. The other caressed her lower legs, cleansing her skin with careful strokes.
Meiyin sighed softly. Her voice was a faint murmur. Her body relaxed into the warm water. The bathing chamber hummed with quiet warmth. Lian Xue's movements stayed focused. She washed Meiyin thoroughly, fulfilling her duty as maid with unwavering focus.
As she rinsed Meiyin's raven hair, letting the warm water cascade through the inky strands, Lian Xue spoke, her voice light and conversational, probing with subtle intent. "Elder Su, the sect's buzzing about the upcoming Inner Sect Tournament. Will you be overseeing the disciples' training?" Her question was safe, a gentle opener meant to steer toward deeper questions.
Meiyin's eyes softened, a faint smile curving her lips, her voluptuous form relaxed in the steaming pool. "The tournament's a stage for our young talents to shine. I'll guide them, but my heart remains here, with my husband."
Her voice dripped with a lover's warmth, her soul-bound devotion to Fengyang infusing every word with unshakable loyalty.
She kept her tone casual, but her eyes flicked to Meiyin's, searching for any flicker of doubt. "Speaking of Young Master Lin, his cultivation's surged—I sensed he's reached the 4th Stage of Qi Condensation recently. Have you shared any sect techniques with him, perhaps guided his path?" Her words were measured, a delicate probe into Fengyang's rapid rise.
Meiyin's smile widened, her gaze alight with fervent pride. "I've taught him nothing, Xue'er. My beloved husband must be heaven's chosen—a prodigy carving his own path."
Her voice was ardent, blind to Fengyang's machinations, her enslaved soul casting him as a divine talent, untouchable by suspicion.
Lian Xue's lips curved into a faint, practiced smile, masking the whirlwind of her thoughts: Heaven's chosen? No—his rise reeks of hidden schemes, perhaps Young master's aid, forbidden arts, or some dark stroke of fortune.
She kept her tone warm, nodding slightly. "Such swift progress is remarkable. The sect will surely notice his talent."
Her mind, however, sharpened with suspicion: He was a mere mortal before Elder Su's mission. In her absence, he somehow became a cultivator, reaching the 1st Stage of Qi Condensation. She's just a slave now—she wouldn't question how or why he's risen. If I confront him, that cunning devil will have a lie poised on his tongue.
She continued rinsing Meiyin's hair, her hands steady, but her caution deepened, wary of the schemer whose ascent seemed too sudden, too calculated, to be mere talent.
Meiyin rose from the pool, water dripping from her restored form, and slipped into emerald silk robes. "I must return to the sect—duties await," she said, her voice steady. With a nod, she departed, leaving Lian Xue alone.
In her quarters, a stark chamber lit only by a lone jade tablet etched with faint, pulsing runes, Lian Xue sat cross-legged. Her Foundation Establishment, 4th Stage qi thrummed through her meridians, a soft hum of power. A sudden vibration jolted her ass. The qi-infused anal beads buzzed with rhythmic pulses, a secret signal from Gu Xingchen.
The method was ripped from Night Serpent Wei Long's forbidden inheritance. In that inheritance ground, Xingchen had learned how Wei Long wielded such beads to whisper to the Heavenly Emperor's wife. He'd slipped into her bed, undetected, fucking her with brazen cunning while cuckolding the emperor. This tale had exalted Wei Long to a god of debauchery in Xingchen's eyes. He'd adopted the beads to summon Lian Xue in utmost secrecy.
She squirmed, her lithe frame tensing. The beads' relentless hum sent a tingling heat radiating through her core. Each pulse teased her sensitive depths, a wicked spark that made her breath catch.
Her full, teardrop-shaped breasts heaved slightly, rosy nipples stiffening beneath her thin robes. Her golden-tanned skin flushed, a faint sheen of sweat glistening in the dim light.
The Morse-like code vibrated against her inner walls: Young Master summons. Her thighs clenched instinctively, the sensation both intrusive and electrifying, her body betraying a shiver of forbidden warmth.
Remaining in her quarters, she ensured the door was sealed, her seclusion absolute. The beads continued their maddening vibration, the tingling heat pulsing in her ass as she drew the mirror shard from her sleeve—a silver oval framed in black jade, its runes faintly glowing.
She channeled a thread of qi into it, the surface rippling like moonlight on water. Gu Xingchen's face appeared, sharp and handsome, his eyes glinting with ambition, the Starveil Realm's misty peaks looming behind him.
"Xue'er, how have you been?" he greeted, his voice smooth as polished jade, a warm edge to his usual command. "I'll bring some accolades from the Starveil Realm for you upon my return."
His Core Formation qi pulsed faintly through the shard, a subtle display of power. With a flicker of his will, he stilled the anal beads' vibrations, their hum fading to silence, leaving Lian Xue's body steady.
She bowed slightly, her voice soft but composed. "Young Master is too generous. I fare well, guarding your interests as always."
Her tone was calm, but her mind sharpened: His mood's light—time to report with care.
Xingchen's lips curved, his eyes narrowing with interest. "Xue'er, tell me—what's stirred in the sect? Any news worth my ear?"
"Elder Su is fully under Young Master Lin's control now," Lian Xue replied, her voice steady. "She dances to his every whim, wagging her tail to his tunes. Each morning, he leaves her a ravaged mess." Her words were blunt, painting Meiyin's degradation vividly.
Gu Xingchen's laugh was sharp, tinged with envy. "That bastard's making me jealous! This Young Master hasn't even touched her, and he's plowing her daily. Heaven's blind to let a Qi Condensation ant enjoy her so freely." His tone shifted, eyes narrowing. "Anything else?"
"Young Master, I've sensed Young Master Lin's cultivation has reached the 4th Stage of Qi Condensation," Lian Xue added, her voice measured, watching his reaction.
Gu Xingchen's brow arched, surprise flashing across his face. "Fourth Stage? Why didn't you tell me sooner, Xue'er?" His voice carried a hint of reproach, but his curiosity outweighed it.
Lian Xue lowered her gaze, her voice soft with apology yet steady with intent. "Forgive me, Young Master. I deemed it too trivial to report—a mere Qi Condensation ant's progress, hardly worth your notice while you face the perils of the Starveil Realm."
Gu Xingchen's expression eased, a sly smile curling his lips. "My Xue'er always has me in mind."
He leaned back slightly, voice low but firm. "But remember this—no matter how small, report everything. I'll respond when I can." He paused, stroking his chin, eyes narrowing with calculation. "Fourth Stage of Qi Condensation in just a month? When I first saw him, he'd barely stepped into the First stage of Qi Condensation Realm. Don't tell me… Meiyin's pooling her resources to raise him? Hah. That bastard's already leeching off his wife?"
He noticed Fengyang's cultivation then but thought nothing of it—figured Meiyin had taught her cauldron some basic arts to strengthen him. But he guessed wrong in the end.
Lian Xue shook her head, her voice firm. "No, Young Master. Lady Meiyin had no hand in his cultivation. This morning, while we bathed, I asked her about his progress. She said she taught him nothing—believed he's heaven's chosen, blessed with some opportunity."
Xingchen leaned back, a low laugh rumbling from his chest. "That bastard's stealthy and cunning—good, good! As expected of a man who'd trade his wife!" His laughter grew, echoing through the shard. "It's not unheard of for mortals to awaken as cultivators through predecessors' legacies. But this changes things."
His tone shifted, decisive. "If he escapes my grasp, I'll need a new plan to keep him in check."
Lian Xue nodded, her expression attentive. "Your foresight is unmatched, Young Master. How may I serve this new plan?"
Xingchen's gaze turned calculating, his voice dropping. "His progress rivals prodigies, but he's still quite lacking compared to me. I expect he'll reach at least the 2nd Stage of Foundation Establishment by my return. Every Foundation Establishment cultivator is a general in the sect, vital under each elder. As a Core Disciple's husband, his status is unique—they'll nurture him, hoping he and Meiyin produce heirs to strengthen the sect's legacy."
Lian Xue's lips parted slightly, her mind racing. "Then his position will shield him, Young Master?"
"Exactly," Xingchen said, his tone cold. "By then, killing him would rile the sect—too much hassle for a Core Disciple tied to an elder. But he only controls her through that pill's power, not others."
His eyes gleamed with a wicked plan. "Xue'er, I want you to seduce him. Entangle him when she's not around. Keep him distracted, bound to you."
Lian Xue's composure cracked, her face paling, eyes flashing with hurt and defiance. "Young Master, I'm yours! How can I spread my legs for trash like him? Didn't you promise to take me as your concubine? Am I just another notch in your belt?"
Her voice trembled, raw with emotion, her fists clenching beneath her robes, the sting of betrayal sharp in her chest.
Xingchen's usual temper didn't flare; instead, his voice softened, soothing yet calculated. "Calm down, Xue'er. You're my woman—I'd never cast you aside. I ask this to slow his cultivation, to mire him in distraction with you. Only by keeping him in Qi Condensation can I dispose of him if needed. He'll only honor our deal if he's weak."
He leaned closer, his gaze intense. "You and I are often apart, and you endure alone. A woman has cravings, Xue'er. I don't suppress my women's urges—they're free to indulge, as I do. Use that bastard as a toy to sate your lust. My idol, Night Serpent Wei Long, lived this way. His Xiao Huoyan spread her legs to ascend, and he never begrudged her. To walk the demonic Dao, we embrace its freedom—sluts and gigolos, all of us, in truth. Will you be my Xiao Huoyan?"
Lian Xue's breath hitched, her mind reeling. He speaks truth—demonic Dao revels in desire, yet… am I truly his Xiao Huoyan? Doubt gnawed, but his words stirred her ambition. "But wouldn't I be tainted, Young Master?" she asked, voice trembling, seeking reassurance.
Xingchen chuckled, his voice rich with dark amusement. "Tainted? We're demonic Dao practitioners—can we be more tainted than we already are?"
Lian Xue exhaled, her resolve hardening, though a flicker of unease lingered. "You're right, Young Master. To follow the demonic Dao, I must shed such petty fears. I'll be your Xiao Huoyan, bold and unbound." Her voice steadied, masking her inner turmoil.
Xingchen's smile was predatory, approving. "That's my Xue'er—fearless in pursuit of power and pleasure. Now, go weave your charm."
Lian Xue's eyes narrowed, her mind grappling with the task. "But Young Master, he's cunning, a treacherous snake. What if he sees through me?"
"He's evil and slippery, but my adorable Demoness Xue'er is no prey," Xingchen said, his tone brimming with confidence. "I trust your wiles. You won't disappoint me."
Lian Xue bowed, the mirror shard's glow reflecting her determined gaze. "I won't fail you, Young Master. I'll bind him in lust, keep him tethered, and ensure he remains your pawn." Her mind churned: A devil like Lin Fengyang won't fall easily, but I'll play his game and outmatch him—for Young Master's glory.
With a flicker of qi, the mirror shard's surface rippled, his face vanishing as the connection severed, leaving the silver oval dark.
Lian Xue exhaled, her fingers tightening around the shard. The chamber's silence pressed in, the jade tablet's faint glow her only company.