Six hundred years ago.

Su Zhuyi thought she was surely doomed to die.

Who would have known she would come back? When she woke up, her body was wrapped in gauze from head to toe, lying on the bed like a large cocoon. The bed was narrow and hard—she felt like she was lying on a cold wooden plank, feeling uncomfortable. Though it might not necessarily be the uncomfortable bed. After all, she had been injured to such an extent then, feeling like her entire being had shattered, so even if she were sleeping in clouds, she would still feel uncomfortable.

At this time, Su Zhuyi couldn’t move her entire body—only her eyes could blink a couple of times.

Where was she?

Where was this place? Who had saved her? Who would be willing to save her? Who would dare save her?

Everyone in the world wanted to cut her into a thousand pieces, yet someone had saved her and treated her injuries. At that time, all her bones were broken, her meridians severed inch by inch—she was completely ruined. She had never thought she could have a day to open her eyes again. The person who could pull her life back from death’s door probably wasn’t an ordinary person either.

She was in pain. Her entire body ached.

But it wasn’t particularly painful—it seemed she had experienced even worse pain before. She had endured more agonizing times in her youth. The current pain she could bear, enduring it without making a sound.

Su Zhuyi just lay there with her eyes open, looking at the ceiling, looking at a bronze lamp hanging from the ceiling. She wondered—the light from that lamp was so dim, could it be an oil lamp from the mortal world? But she didn’t smell any smoke. What kind of lamp was it?

She couldn’t turn her head or move her body, only able to see that small range. Her eyes could only see that lamp.

Su Zhuyi looked for a long time, her eyes just staying open, continuously watching that small patch of sky above her head. Not knowing how much time had passed, within that limited field of vision, she saw Qin Jianglan enveloped by that soft light.

Qin Jianglan had always been cold and aloof. He was very handsome, but because his temperament was too cold, that extraordinarily handsome face appeared particularly indifferent. However, at this moment, that soft light shining on his face weakened his coldness by three parts. In that instant, Su Zhuyi felt as if she had seen a true immortal.

His eyebrows were like ink paintings, his temples like knife-carved edges, his face like the bright moon of mid-autumn. His bearing was exceptionally refined as he stepped through the light toward her.

It was Qin Jianglan from Yunxiao Sect.

The world’s number one sword cultivator, Qin Jianglan. Though surprised, it somehow felt natural. Besides him, who else would save her? Who else could successfully rescue her under those circumstances?

Qin Jianglan had quite deep entanglements with her. Their earliest encounter was over a thousand years ago, when he was still a naive youth who had just come down from the mountain, and she was still a young girl.

He had only rescued Su Qingxun, so he always felt guilty toward her.

Afterward, Su Zhuyi had exploited his guilt, taking advantage several times and successfully escaping from his hands. She had always felt that Qin Jianglan, this number one person of the righteous path, had feelings for her, so she had been presumptuous around him several times before. But she hadn’t expected that Qin Jianglan’s feelings seemed unusually deep—he dared to save her. She knew that saving her was tantamount to opposing the entire world.

He, a great power of the righteous path, the world’s number one sword cultivator, had saved her.

And she had even killed his precious disciple.

Su Zhuyi wanted to speak, but found she couldn’t open her mouth, only able to make humming sounds. The only part of her entire body that could move was her eyes. Now blinking hard twice, she saw Qin Jianglan take a bright, crystalline pearl from the bronze lamp above, “You’re awake.”

“The lamp is bright. Looking at it directly isn’t good for your eyes.” His voice was ice-cold, and his face showed no expression, but Su Zhuyi just felt that he cared for her, that he liked her. Since she had such a powerful backing, as long as she used it well, making a comeback wouldn’t be difficult.

But just as she was contemplating how to make Qin Jianglan completely obedient to her, she discovered that Qin Jianglan had left. He had also taken away the shark pearl from the lamp.

The current Su Zhuyi had no spiritual energy in her body whatsoever, and her divine consciousness had also been severely damaged and was completely unreliable. Without light, she was completely blind and couldn’t see anything.

“Qin Jianglan, come back,” she thought in her heart.

Her mouth couldn’t open, so her nostrils made some sounds: “Hmm hmm hmm wu wu wu…”

Su Zhuyi opened her eyes wide and glared into the darkness for a long time. Qin Jianglan didn’t return. Her body was weak, and she really couldn’t hold on, finally fainting again.

Each subsequent awakening was much the same. She didn’t know how long he normally stayed in this room, but Su Zhuyi knew that when she woke up, Qin Jianglan basically wouldn’t be by her side, as if he didn’t care much about her or whether she lived or died.

But was it so? Su Zhuyi didn’t believe it.

Her entire body was wrapped like a silkworm cocoon, every single day.

After some time, Su Zhuyi wondered—had her medicine never been changed? She was now a mortal, and mortals couldn’t heal like cultivators. At that time, she didn’t have a single good bone or piece of good flesh in her entire body. How could she just be wrapped like this without ever changing the medicine?

At this time, she could move one or two fingers, so Su Zhuyi secretly made a tiny mark on the bandages. She couldn’t stay conscious for long before falling asleep again. When she woke up next time, Su Zhuyi checked that mark…

It was gone.

“Hehe.” She laughed.

Qin Jianglan, this sanctimonious pervert, had stripped her naked and seen everything while changing her medicine during her unconscious state. Normally, he acted cold and indifferent toward her, but who knew how much he had secretly groped her while she was unconscious!

Thinking of taking advantage of me for free? No way!

She was wrapped up like this for a full three years before the external injuries on Su Zhuyi’s body improved considerably. Her upper body could move and had recovered well. Her skin was white, tender, and smooth, surpassing frost and snow, no worse than before.

This was all due to Qin Jianglan’s excellent medicine, but her internal injuries couldn’t heal quickly, and her legs had been poisoned initially and still couldn’t move.

She no longer had bandages wrapped around her body, but her legs still needed medicine changed every few days. Qin Jianglan said that since she could move, she should apply the medicine herself. Su Zhuyi applied it a few times but found it tiring. She wanted Qin Jianglan to help, but he just sat aside and ignored her, silently meditating or reciting his Heart-Calming Mantra.

The clothes Su Zhuyi wore were given by Qin Jianglan—very conservative clothes with no patterns, wrapped up tightly. She found them annoying to look at. Having no tools, she bit by bit tore them by hand to create all kinds of alluring effects.

She pulled the neckline down low, exposing most of the plain-colored undergarment inside. When she sat on the bed, bending over to apply medicine to her legs, the magnificent spring scenery at her chest was exposed. She glanced from the corner of her eye—Qin Jianglan’s eyes weren’t even open. But how could Su Zhuyi give up so easily? As she was applying the medicine, her body tilted and she rolled directly toward the bottom of the bed. Her right hand fell out of her sleeve, leaving her shoulder and arm completely exposed, her elbow nearly touching the ground.

But the next moment, her body didn’t hit the ground. Instead, she was lifted by a gentle breeze and placed steadily back on the bed. He hadn’t moved—his spiritual energy had.

Cultivators didn’t just see with their eyes.

What did it matter if his eyes were closed? His mind’s eye was still open.

Otherwise, how could he react so quickly and catch her directly?

Tch, fake propriety.

But just getting him to use spiritual energy to support her wasn’t enough. She needed to make him have skin-to-skin contact with her again!

“Qin, you old dog.” She raised her hand. “I can’t reach. I’m tired. You come help me apply the medicine.”

Qin Jianglan remained silent, sitting there like a sculpture.

She snorted coldly, “Acting proper now? When I was unconscious, who changed my medicine? Who used medicine to rub my entire body, gently massaging it in bits by pieces, starting from the neck…”

She was someone without shame or embarrassment, describing things in arousing detail with a low, husky, melodious voice. She wanted to describe word by word, in detail, how those hands of his lingered and wandered over every inch of her body. If she had paper and a brush, she could have drawn dozens of erotic pictures by now.

“Rubbing my mmm mmm mmm…”

Qin, you old dog, you dared to cast a silencing spell on me!