On the Wangtian Tree, Su Zhuyi was physically weak while Qin Jianglan was powerful—the world’s number one Sword Master.

Initially, she was wrapped in bandages all over her body. Qin Jianglan changed her medicine bit by bit, dragging her back from the brink of death.

When she got better and could move, she began causing mischief.

She would flirt with Qin Jianglan from time to time, thinking daily about how to take his body, obtaining weak spiritual qi through dual cultivation. During the three hundred years she spent on the Wangtian Tree, the number of times she truly got satisfaction could be counted on one hand.

Now, on Luoxue Peak, Qin Jianglan was physically weak while Su Zhuyi was powerful—she was the world’s number one Sword Master.

“Before, I was the one clinging to you.”

“Now, I’m still the one clinging to you.” Su Zhuyi lowered her head, glanced at where their bodies were entwined, and shook her head, saying, “I still have to do the work. Not only do I move, but I also have to give you spiritual qi. I feel like I’m getting the raw deal no matter what.”

The room’s window remained open.

Cold moonlight filtered through the window lattice, spreading a layer of silver sand on the floor. Su Zhuyi had hot sweat on her body. When the cold wind blew on her, she shrank slightly, also tightening her grip on him.

That slight movement made Qin Jianglan furrow his brow, a barely audible soft grunt escaping his lips.

She had never heard him pant or moan before—at most, there would be muffled grunts during the most intense moments. Now that his body was weak, had his willpower also become fragile? That made sense—at least his primordial spirit wasn’t as powerful as before.

Su Zhuyi found this very interesting.

Like getting a new toy, she began deliberately teasing him, playing with great enjoyment.

“Call out once more for me to hear.”

“Be good, or I won’t let you eat.”

Qin Jianglan hadn’t recovered his strength yet. At the slightest disagreement, Su Zhuyi would cast a binding spell on him, then light the fire without extinguishing it, just adding fuel to the flames from the side, occasionally touching him while asking with satisfaction, “Comfortable? If you call out once, I’ll make you even more comfortable.”

Qin Jianglan: “…”

“Back in the day, who would cast binding spells on me at the slightest disagreement, leaving me unable to move?” She blinked with a smile, looking like a petty person who had achieved success.

“You’re quite vindictive.”

“You just realized?”

Seeing that Qin Jianglan had gone silent, Su Zhuyi became excited again.

She placed her hand beneath him, extended her head to his ear to nibble on it, gently pressing her lips while using her tongue tip to trace his ear, her other hand caressing his back. Feeling his spine tense up, Su Zhuyi finally released her mouth and said in a coquettish voice, “Don’t hold back. If you call out a few times, I can make you even more comfortable.”

Qin Jianglan’s face burned like fire.

After a long while, he slowly said, “Only if you make me comfortable first will I call out.”

Su Zhuyi: “…”

The two rolled into a tangle again. The seductive female voice and deep male voice harmonized into a melody in this quiet night, making even the bright moon in the sky shy enough to hide behind clouds.

The next day at noon, the sunlight was blazing. Su Zhuyi had been tired for most of the night, and in the end, she had given all the benefits from dual cultivation to Qin Jianglan. She slept deeply afterward—even with the midday sun beating down, she hadn’t awakened.

Qin Jianglan was physically weak and had been drained all night, so naturally, he hadn’t woken up either. Their arms and legs were still entangled, and though they had pulled up the blanket, it wasn’t properly covered, leaving most of them exposed.

When Little Hulu came to look, she accidentally saw them again.

She saw Master clinging to Master’s Master like an octopus, and she also saw that Master’s hands and body had many red marks, like mosquito bites.

Little Hulu had lived rather miserably in her early years.

She was often bitten by mosquitoes until her whole body was covered in red dots, with red bumps all over her arms and legs, much like what Master looked like now. No, wait, Master’s bumps were bigger, and the color was deeper.

It must be because Master’s skin was more delicate.

After thinking about it, she ran to the back mountain to gather medicinal herbs, planning to apply medicine to Master. But just as she brought the herbs back, she saw her senior brother coming. She immediately said, “Senior Brother, there are mosquitoes on Luoxue Peak that have bitten Master badly.”

Little Skull became anxious upon hearing this.

He followed along and looked through the window, seeing Elder Sister and Little Uncle snuggled together. Elder Sister’s exposed arms indeed had many red marks, which made him somewhat puzzled, “Are there mosquitoes on Luoxue Peak?”

“The weather here is so cold.”

He swept the area with his divine sense but couldn’t find a single mosquito.

“Then, then what bit her?”

The young man and woman crouched under the window whispering to each other. The two children would occasionally steal glances at the room, both shy and curious, placing their fists beside their cheeks while pondering randomly, “What exactly bit her? Could it be the little white snake?”

“Impossible. How would the little white snake dare bite Elder Sister? It wouldn’t want to break its teeth.”

Little Skull flatly denied this.

“But there’s nothing on Luoxue Peak that would dare bite Master.” Little Hulu looked melancholy—she wanted to catch the bad spirit beast that bit Master.

Little Skull had a sudden inspiration and asked, “Could it be Little Uncle?”

While the two were whispering with their heads together, someone suddenly asked, “What are you two doing?”

“Guessing who bit Elder Sister.”

It was Yi Lian coming out of seclusion. The Golden Sparrow on his shoulder was also bigger than before, holding its head high and standing on one foot on Yi Lian’s shoulder, looking quite majestic.

As soon as he came out of seclusion, he heard that Su Zhuyi had challenged sects worldwide and won the title of the world’s number one sword. He was overjoyed and, caring about nothing else, rushed directly to Luoxue Peak, just in time to see the two children crouching sneakily under the window, chatting.

He strode forward, and as he walked past, his gaze swept into the room.

Yi Lian instantly froze, his face flushing red. What bit Elder Sister? Wasn’t it that man!

How fiercely had he been gnawing for the red marks to still not have healed? Unless, that is, Su Zhuyi did it deliberately and simply didn’t use spiritual qi to protect her body.

Oh my, he couldn’t think about it anymore.

These young people…

He immediately turned his face away, but the Golden Sparrow on his shoulder wouldn’t let it go and began squawking loudly, “Outrageous! In broad daylight, immoral behavior, immoral behavior…”

Su Zhuyi, sleeping deeply, heard the sharp bird cries.

What was all this noise so early in the morning?

She casually grabbed something and threw it out—it was her hairpin.

Her sword skills were superb, with sword qi everywhere. That sharp hairpin shot out like a flying sword, frightening the Golden Sparrow into loud cries. If the Sword Ancestor hadn’t suddenly appeared to block it, the bird might have been injured.

The Qingxia Sword went out and made a big circle.

When it returned, it found Su Zhuyi still sleeping.

It coughed twice, “Go away, go away. Children shouldn’t look—you’ll get styes if you do.”

After shooing everyone away, the Sword Ancestor sighed deeply and secretly cursed, “Shameless behavior.”

But after cursing, the flying sword flew to the windowsill, gently closed the window, then carved a deep sword mark outside the window. Stern sword qi emanated from it, capable of deterring people from far away.

Trespassers will be killed without mercy!

This could also be considered another form of an immortal sword protecting its master.