“I’m talking to you, can you hear me?” Su Zhuyi poked his cheek with her slender fingers. She had used some force at first, but after poking twice, she touched him gently, sliding down along his nose bridge and softly pressing against his lips.

Su Zhuyi truly had the intention of dual cultivation in her heart.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t slept together before, and she wouldn’t be at a disadvantage if they did it again. However, there were serious matters to attend to now, and Qin Jianglan probably didn’t have time to pay attention to her. She was just bored, and seeing Qin Jianglan sitting upright made her want to tease him. This was a habit formed over six hundred years, a pleasure carved into her bones that she couldn’t change in a short time, nor was she inclined to change it.

Qin Jianglan’s lips moved slightly, and suddenly he pressed against her finger that was resting on his lips.

Su Zhuyi was immediately stunned. She hadn’t expected Qin Jianglan to respond, and more precisely, his response was so unexpectedly catching her off guard. His warm lips gently sucked on her finger, and where his tongue touched, it seemed like a tremor spread from that point of contact to her body, stimulating her nerves, as if a flame had been ignited on her skin and burned to her heart.

She had always been improper.

Now that Qin Jianglan had suddenly become improper, it surprised Su Zhuyi quite a bit.

She didn’t withdraw her hand. With a swift movement, she flipped from behind him and tumbled into his embrace, lying on her back across his knees. Her clothes had already loosened somewhat during the turn, and Su Zhuyi raised her eyebrows with a smug expression, “Right now? Here?”

The silently flying bed-like Songfeng Sword: “…”

Qin Jianglan had the Liuguang Mirror.

Everything experienced in his previous life in the Rebirth Pond had reappeared again, so he clearly remembered when the Xirang would appear and was not in any hurry. His eyes were bright and clear, with Su Zhuyi’s figure reflected in his pupils, along with the slightly smug and provocative smile on her face.

He sat quietly, calmly reaching out to grasp Su Zhuyi’s hand that was still extended near his lips. Under Su Zhuyi’s slightly astonished gaze, he gently pulled while using wisps of spiritual energy like a spring breeze to support her slender waist. With just this one movement, he had already pulled the reclining Su Zhuyi into his embrace. Su Zhuyi was somewhat surprised. Originally, Qin Jianglan had supported her very steadily, but her rabbit-like movement made her lose her balance. And that moment brought them too close – Qin Jianglan’s lips directly touched her cheek, and as her body tilted to the side, they brushed across her cheek.

Qin Jianglan caught her hand, preventing Su Zhuyi from falling. With her wrist being held, her sleeve slid back, revealing an arm like mutton-fat jade. She giggled twice, her wrist turning in small circles, her fingers still forming a flower shape, “What, you think my suggestion isn’t bad?”

But in the next moment, Su Zhuyi’s smile froze on her face.

Qin Jianglan leaned down, his lips pressing directly down on hers. He used force with his wrist, holding her tightly in his embrace, while his tongue pried open her teeth and began to plunder fiercely in her mouth.

The sun was setting in the west, with evening clouds filling the sky’s edge. The fire clouds burned across the entire sky, also reddening Su Zhuyi’s face.

Her cheeks flushed, and her body became soft and limp.

Even her consciousness became hazy. All her senses disappeared, leaving only the burning heat where their lips met, like heat waves washing over her entire body wave after wave, making her body weak and powerless, her gaze becoming somewhat bewildered.

Su Zhuyi’s hand climbed to his neck, suddenly reaching out to grab, then her consciousness returned slightly, immediately becoming somewhat flustered and exasperated. She, the mighty Heart-Eating Demoness, was kissed by Qin Jianglan until her mind went blank. Feeling indignant, she circulated her spiritual energy and cast a small charm technique. Then the hand resting on his shoulder moved upward, pressing against the back of his head and pushing down with some force. At the same time, she fiercely bit back.

She bit him, clenching his tongue and not letting go. When she finally released him, she puffed out her cheeks and forcefully blew air at him.

Qin Jianglan: “…”

He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse yet surprisingly seductive, making Su Zhuyi feel that her charm technique just now hadn’t been effective at all and was broken by his light laugh, which made her heart itch. Just as she was about to lean in again, Qin Jianglan instead reached out and lightly tapped her forehead, even creating a small red mark on her forehead like a dot of cinnabar.

With her thick skin, she naturally didn’t feel pain, but still covered her forehead and stared at him with wide eyes. Qin Jianglan reached out and scooped her up, holding her horizontally, then lightly floated down to the ground. Only then did Su Zhuyi realize that Songfeng Sword was no longer high in the air but had gradually descended and was now only about ten feet from the ground.

After Qin Jianglan carried her to the ground, Songfeng Sword immediately disappeared. Had it been put away by Qin Jianglan? Or had it hidden itself because it couldn’t bear to watch anymore?

After landing, they were in a sea of flowers.

Qin Jianglan directly set up a barrier, then gently tossed Su Zhuyi from his arms. In the moment of tossing, his outer robe had already slipped off smoothly, the black robe cushioning the ground, and Su Zhuyi landed right on his robe.

Su Zhuyi never expected Qin Jianglan to suddenly act like this. She sat up, with flower petals still clinging to her hair. Among her black hair, there had originally been only a simple hairpin, but now, with fresh flowers adorning it, she looked even more charming.

That hairpin was the one Qin Jianglan had given her. With a slight infusion of spiritual energy, there would be glimmering lights dancing among her hair, like stars shining in her raven-black hair bun. However, she rarely infused spiritual energy into the hairpin, most of the time, so usually, the hairpin only had a faint glow and looked rather ordinary.

He gazed at her quietly, then reached out and drew the jade hairpin from her hair bun. Her black hair, freed from its restraint, cascaded down like a waterfall, long and smooth, spreading another layer over his robe. His fingers threaded through those silky strands, gently pressing against the back of Su Zhuyi’s head, then drawing her into his embrace.

Leaning against his chest, she suddenly felt her heartbeat quicken, thump thump thump, like a sudden storm descending from the sky, pattering down densely and urgently.

Qin Jianglan…

Was he serious?

Su Zhuyi couldn’t help but lick her lips. She just felt suddenly a bit dry-mouthed, inexplicably excited and expectant, yet also a little nervous. Improving cultivation was a good thing, but now that she had been reborn, her body had also changed – this could be considered her first time, right?

Her hair was disheveled, with tiny flower petals scattered in it. Her jade-white cheeks bore two patches of red blush, and her lips, having been fiercely sucked earlier, were now slightly swollen and red, red as if coated with sweet lip rouge. When she stuck out her tongue to lick them, it was both alluring and seductive, like a silent invitation, asking to be plucked.

Qin Jianglan kissed her lips and slowly pressed down.

The slanting sun sank into the mountain ravine, and the world became dim and hazy. Her jade hairpin fell to the side, and because the sky had darkened, the firefly-like glimmering light on the hairpin became more prominent, with tiny points of light dancing around it. Originally drawn to her, they now seemed startled by the commotion and began flying about everywhere.

Clothes scattered in all directions, covering the delicate flower clusters, while she couldn’t suppress herself, letting out one soft moan after another, her delicate voice like that of a charming oriole.

Her slender waist swayed gently, her flower heart bent softly, her tender pistil’s delicate fragrance free for butterflies to gather. Beads of fragrant sweat, white jade turning red, like fish finding water, passion running deep. In this fierce battle of plunder, she was at a disadvantage, losing her armor and becoming completely routed in the blink of an eye.

Su Zhuyi wanted to turn over but was powerless, gradually sinking into it. When wave after wave of this heat tide surged past, she opened her eyes hazily, looking at the person pressing on her, feeling that something was wrong.

What exactly was wrong?

The next moment, she suddenly realized, “Qin Jianglan!”

“Mm!” He lowered his head and lightly pecked her forehead, his hand being improper, still covering her chest, cupping that soft whiteness, reluctant to release that jade-like fragrance.

“I forgot to circulate my cultivation technique just now.” Su Zhuyi wanted to slap herself. Such a great opportunity, and she had forgotten.

Why were you working so hard? Su Zhuyi felt annoyed and lifted her foot to kick him. She was annoyed not only at forgetting, but also that she had been confused by male beauty. The love parasite hadn’t been removed, and she didn’t have deep feelings for him either, but their bodies were incredibly compatible, as if they still retained memories from six hundred years ago, making her intoxicated.

This was still without love.

If she truly loved him, wouldn’t she be completely dominated by him?

She only loved herself. But now, she felt somewhat panicked. She feared that one day, she might value Qin Jianglan more than herself. He could sacrifice himself to the Liuguang Mirror to let her live again. Su Zhuyi felt it was natural for others to sacrifice for him, but she couldn’t accept that she would also be willing to repeatedly compromise for another person.

Therefore, Su Zhuyi’s expression was now displeased, looking somewhat embarrassed and flustered. She kicked out with force, but this kick was caught by Qin Jianglan’s outstretched hand, who then pulled her leg downward.

“Don’t be angry.” He pressed her down again, using some force with his hands to spread her legs apart, then said in what seemed like a very devout and self-reproaching manner: “This time I’ll cooperate with your cultivation.”

Su Zhuyi: “…”

Old Dog Qin!

She wanted to retort but was silenced. The curse words she wanted to say turned over thousands of times in her heart, but never had a chance to come out. That deep kiss nearly suffocated her, and afterward, spiritual energy gradually circulated through their closely joined bodies. A warm current flowed into her limbs and bones, making her feel comfortable throughout, once again becoming intoxicated.

Before she knew it, the bright moon hung in the sky.

Su Zhuyi put on her clothes piece by piece, combing her hair directly with her fingers. Although she hadn’t broken through the Golden Core Great Perfection, she felt that she was about to touch that bottleneck. As for when the tribulation lightning for the Nascent Soul stage would come, she probably wouldn’t have to wait too long.

She wanted to appear more composed, for instance, turning her back on him after eating her fill and wiping clean, especially since in the previous encounter, she had completely lost and barely held any dominant position. Back in the day…

Back in the day, she had controlled the rhythm.

Therefore, Su Zhuyi now dressed with a stern face, then said: “Continue on our way?”

Qin Jianglan didn’t speak. He had his clothes draped over him but hadn’t dressed properly, with his front wide open.

He had a very good physique.

The muscles under his clothes were firm and powerful.

Standing there with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, just looking at him was pleasing and made Su Zhuyi’s legs go weak. Back then, she had lowered her neckline and cut open her skirt to sway before his eyes. Now it was truly feng shui taking turns – this shameless man wasn’t dressing properly and was shamelessly teasing her.

Hmph!

Who knew you were this kind of Qin Jianglan!

Just then, voices suddenly appeared outside the barrier.

“This area has moonlight grass.素心花 is hidden among the moonlight grass and is very difficult to discover.”

“素心花 is a high-grade spiritual herb. If the petals can have seven petals, it can become an immortal grade. Such immortal-grade spiritual herbs must be guarded by high-level spiritual beasts. You saw the moonlit grass somewhere around here?”

“Exactly.”

Unexpectedly, it was people from Yunxiao Sect who had come. Walking in front, carefully approaching this vicinity, was actually her old acquaintance – Elder Hua from Yunxiao Sect.

Su Zhuyi also had some knowledge of spiritual herbs. Sushinhua was extremely high grade, and immortal-grade Sushinhua could refine immortal pills with great benefits for cultivators. When Hua Yining’s flying sword was severed, her sword dao suffered severe damage, and she nearly fell into madness. If she hadn’t died, she would now be little different from a waste. If she could obtain Sushinhua, she might still have a chance to recover. However, Su Zhuyi would never give her this opportunity.

Sushinhua?

Sushinhua guarded by high-level spiritual beasts?

She swept out with her divine consciousness and saw a broken white transparent flower in a patch of crushed flower clusters, immediately speechlessly tugging at the corner of her mouth…

Using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed, they had crushed one immortal herb and countless spiritual herbs. Their battle was truly…

Too unbearable to look at.

Heh heh, Elder Hua, the immortal-grade medicinal herb your daughter wants has been crushed to death by me…

As for the spiritual beast guarding the immortal herb?

Where is it? I don’t see it.

The spiritual beast trapped outside the barrier and trembling: “…”