Su Zhuyi was like a bully molesting a virtuous woman.

Her fiery red dress was hiked up to her waist, the layers of skirt covering her waist and hips, but her legs couldn’t be hidden.

Two straight, pale, long legs swayed dazzlingly before his eyes. She knelt there, one hand gripping Qin Jianglan’s chin, the other reaching through his robe’s collar to stroke his collarbone a few times before saying, “Do you still remember how old you were before?”

“Let me tell you, your face was covered in wrinkles, so deep that even ants falling in couldn’t crawl out.”

Yet even with that ancient face, she had watched him for so long, day after day, without feeling tired of it.

Her current cultivation was similar to Qin Jianglan’s from her past life. The influence of the Qing Gu had been completely worn away over time through daily sword competitions.

She now didn’t have that empty feeling. She had heart and emotion, love and resentment.

She had never thought of ascending.

The mortal world was infinitely wonderful—why ascend to become an immortal?

She couldn’t achieve desirelessness, much less treat all beings equally.

In her eyes, those she liked could be spoiled in heaven, those she disliked could be slapped to death. Even if those she favored made mistakes, she would indulge them. Even if strangers were right, if she found them displeasing, she would teach them a lesson. She was just this willful, this flamboyant.

Blinking her eyes, Su Zhuyi pointed at her cheek, “Look at me again—am I still this beautiful?”

Then, that jade finger pointed at Qin Jianglan’s chest, poking several times before saying, “So the one at a loss is me, not you.”

Using the Qingfeng technique, she washed Qin Jianglan from head to toe, then stripped off his upper garments, leaving him completely bare in an instant. She laughed playfully, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, moved closer, and whispered in his ear, “Why aren’t you moving? Can’t move, or don’t dare move?”

While speaking, she even extended her little tongue to lick his earlobe.

Gently holding and sucking twice, the hot breath from her mouth and nose made his ear burn red, and all the blood in his body boiled accordingly. Those flames rushed to a certain place below, making him somewhat unable to control himself.

The blanket was thin, and Su Zhuyi was constantly monitoring Qin Jianglan’s physical condition. She naturally saw the abnormality under the thin blanket and smiled, especially seductively.

“Old Immortal, can’t get close to women?”

She pushed out her chest, almost pressing against Qin Jianglan’s face, looking triumphant, “What happens if you break the abstinence vows?” Her hand slowly slid down, rubbing twice through the blanket, her eyes squinting with laughter, crafty as a fox.

Qin Jianglan smiled helplessly. She had used her aura to suppress him from the start—he simply couldn’t move. Otherwise, how could he let her be so arrogant, twisting and turning on him without getting to business?

He knew she was still very upset inside.

So she had come to make him upset.

“I didn’t become an immortal,” Qin Jianglan said.

“That was just deceiving the Heavenly Dao, seeking a thread of survival.” He was still very weak now, at least his cultivation was inferior to Su Zhuyi’s. If she kept suppressing him like this, he truly wouldn’t be able to move from beginning to end.

If he could just lie back and enjoy it, that would be fine, but she was deliberately trying to torment him. If he didn’t explain clearly, his days would probably be very difficult.

This demoness used to be an expert in the Xueluo Sect—she knew far too many methods.

“Oh?” Su Zhuyi straightened up, untied the silk ribbon binding her hair, removed the hairpin from her hair, letting her black hair cascade down like a waterfall, then slightly raised her chin, indicating for him to continue.

Skin like snow.

Black hair like clouds.

Red dress like fire.

That fire burned to his heart, making his speech rapid and his voice much hoarser.

“I sacrificed my body to the mirror, making time flow backward. I shouldn’t exist between heaven and earth, but because you remembered me, I continued to exist without being devoured and erased by the Liuguang Mirror. Instead, I gradually began to control it and cooperate with it. We all thought the original soul of the Liuguang Mirror had completely shattered, but even if shattered, the original intention remained.”

The original intention to make the Liuguang Mirror a heaven-defying divine artifact remained.

“When you encountered danger, I forcibly emerged to save you. That already tainted the Liuguang Mirror with hostility. If we hadn’t later benefited from the Rebirth Pond, both the mirror and I might not have lasted.”

He originally had a chance to become the Liuguang Mirror’s master, but to emerge early, he lost the opportunity to become its master and remained a sacrificial offering.

“But my heart demons were too heavy, my obsessions too deep. The Rebirth Pond’s cleansing could only provide temporary relief. The appearance of the Qing Gu was like a thorn buried in my heart, making me even more obsessive and crazy. Fortunately, the Reincarnation Path was about to succeed. To preserve both the Reincarnation Path and the Liuguang Mirror, I simply sealed myself and split myself in half, equivalent to a technique that Nascent Soul late-stage cultivators could practice: the division technique.”

“One to accompany you, one to guard the Liuguang Mirror. But the one accompanying you grew stronger and stronger, while the true original became weaker and weaker.”

Su Zhuyi knew about cultivators’ division techniques—creating a body for oneself and controlling it with divine sense for convenience. However, divisions were always weaker than the original, and if the division was injured, the main body would also be affected, so creating divisions was thankless work that generally no one wanted to do. Especially if one had heart demons, if they erupted and backlashed against the master, it would be terrible.

Which cultivator didn’t have some inner knots? Having heart demons was perfectly normal. As long as one could control them, it wasn’t a big problem. But once one created a division that gave heart demons an opening, the consequences were unimaginable.

“When Miaoshe Shiqi died, I was at the place where the Jianmu Tree fell—in that pit, trying to find its remnant soul.”

“He died, you cried, I went mad.”

“Both division and original were me, just one more rational, the other more insane. If I completely fell into demonic madness, the Liuguang Mirror would degenerate into a demonic artifact, the Reincarnation Path would cease to exist, and you, this anomaly of the Heavenly Dao, would also be erased. Everything we had done before would be in vain.”

“When I still had a thread of rationality, the Jianmu Tree’s remnant soul appeared and taught me a method to deceive heaven and cross the sea. Since it concerned your life and death, I listened.”

The Jianmu Tree had fallen, but it still had remaining will. It reminded me of Quicksand River.

It still remembered protecting Quicksand River.

He no longer controlled his emotions, letting heart demons completely grow and strengthen. He would sever ties with relatives, sect, innocent people, disciples—caring nothing for the life and death of all beings under heaven, having only Su Zhuyi left in his eyes.

At that instant, the Jianmu Tree’s remnant soul surged into his body, helping his original maintain a thread of clarity, breaking through cultivation realms and welcoming heavenly tribulation. He was betting on that instant, winning a thread of survival.

The original was in the Liuguang Mirror. When he underwent tribulation, it was like the Liuguang Mirror undergoing tribulation. It was precisely the surging spiritual qi during tribulation that attracted the Breathing Soil in Su Zhuyi’s belly.

He had won the bet.

When Breathing Soil entered the Liuguang Mirror, the Reincarnation Path was already formed.

“I didn’t undergo tribulation to become immortal. I just used that instant’s illusion to attract Breathing Soil inside, making the Liuguang Mirror become a divine artifact.”

“The Heavenly Dao isn’t so easily deceived. I exploited a loophole, and at that time, I indeed had a kind of enlightenment, wanting to ride the wind and depart.” As a result, he deceived the Heavenly Dao and also deceived the countless beings of the True Spirit Realm, deceived Qinghe and Luo Ying, making them all think he had severed his heart demons and ascended to immortality.

“But you also know I was a fake—how could I truly become immortal? If I had truly become immortal, even in a barren land, I could use divine thought to open up an immortal realm.”

But he hadn’t.

There was no immortal realm in heaven either. The original True Spirit Realm had long been devoured by the Liuguang Mirror and had now become part of the Reincarnation Path. Going up now, he could only reach that forbidden land of heavenly punishment with no spiritual qi.

“Almost all my power was in that division. When the division was scattered by lightning, the original was also severely injured.”

“The land of heavenly punishment has no spiritual qi, nothing at all. I was injured and couldn’t move, could only sit there.”

Waiting for you, or waiting to die. He hadn’t expected her to come, which was why he felt like he was dreaming.

He chuckled softly, “I waited for you.”

Su Zhuyi asked blankly, “What if I hadn’t come?”

Qin Jianglan lowered his eyelids slightly, “Not coming would mean you’d forgotten me, fate had changed, you wouldn’t need to constantly hold a Straw Man substitute, worrying about being erased by the Heavenly Dao. You would live very well.”

What he sought was for her to live freely and boldly.

“You left the mirror behind—why didn’t you say a word to me?”

At that time, to deceive the Heavenly Dao, he couldn’t possibly say these things, nor did he have time. The one accompanying Su Zhuyi was a heart demon who had lost all rationality and had only her in his eyes and heart—he couldn’t possibly say these things either.

But Qin Jianglan shook his head, “The Liuguang Mirror is a divine artifact, and I’m not its master. I couldn’t leave it behind.”

Then who left it for her?

Su Zhuyi’s mind conjured the image of that maiden sitting on the Jianmu Tree. She murmured, “It was Quicksand River.”

If she hadn’t gone, or if she had gone too late, thinking of this, Su Zhuyi felt cold all over. Her body went limp and weak, and she unconsciously released her aura suppression of Qin Jianglan. Now slumping in his arms, she felt a wave of retrospective fear.

Was it because she constantly threw and hit the Liuguang Mirror that the mirror told her nothing?

She couldn’t fathom the mirror’s thoughts, only feeling anxious and uneasy, her body trembling slightly. Tightly gripping a corner of the blanket, Su Zhuyi felt she couldn’t catch her breath.

She didn’t know when a hand had already passed through her waist, gently embracing her.

Another hand traced across her neckline, slipping into her undergarment, stopping at her chest.

His dark, low voice came to her ear, “Zhuyi.”

“Mm?”

“Can I move now?” Though phrased as a question, his hands were already dishonestly kneading and pinching gently. He also threw off the blanket with one motion, stuffing her directly under the covers, removing that barrier and pressing them skin to skin.

She lay on her back in his arms.

His hand was inside her clothes.

He lowered his head to kiss her forehead and cheeks, while she raised her head to meet his kisses.

As if they could never kiss enough, clinging together and unwilling to part, their bodies seemed on fire, frighteningly hot. Passion surged, leaving no rationality, completely unaware of the outside world, having only him in their eyes and hearts.

She had no idea when her undergarment was untied, but she clearly remembered wanting to strip off his pants.

Just as they were inseparably entwined, a startled cry came from outside.

Su Zhuyi hadn’t closed the window.

At this moment, Little Hulu stood outside the window holding a plate of fruit, rooted to the spot, dumbstruck.

Little Skull quickly covered her eyes with his hands, “Don’t look, let’s go quickly.”

“What is Master doing?” Little Hulu blinked her eyes. Her eyes were covered too tightly to see anything. “Is Master uncomfortable? She was just twisting like a snake, and she was straining her neck too.”

While speaking, she gestured. Little Hulu had grown up now, with a defined waist and hips. Her twisting was quite graceful.

Little Skull: “…”

Stop twisting, my eyes hurt.

Stop talking, or you’ll be beaten to death.

He had originally only covered Little Hulu’s eyes, but now he had to cover her mouth too.

Her eyelashes lightly brushed his palm, her warm lips restlessly opening and closing as if still wanting to speak. That sensation made Little Skull blush and his voice deepen, “Let’s go first, we’ll talk later.”

Only after leading Little Hulu far away did he breathe a sigh of relief.

But Little Hulu still persistently asked, “What was Master doing?”

“Doing what she wants to do with someone she likes.” After scratching his head and thinking for a long time, Little Skull finally found the words. “I heard that’s how babies come about.”

“Then let’s go do it too.” Little Hulu looked innocently charming, pure and naive.

Little Skull immediately turned bright red.

“Cough, cough, later, later…”