Liao Tingyan had a strong survival instinct and was highly sensitive to danger. So whenever she saw Ancestral Master Sima Jiao, she would act timidly, speak as little as possible, treat him like an ancestor, and be careful to use polite language. But now, when this ancestor was weighing her chest like he was testing pork at the market, her reason instantly went offline. Boldness surged through her, and she reached down to squeeze Sima Jiao’s buttocks.

Sima Jiao: “…”

You can’t touch a tiger’s rear—this saying suddenly came to Liao Tingyan’s mind as she observed his expression. She slowly released her hand, feeling her depleted survival instinct begin to replenish. Her expression changed from anger to calm and then to confusion with a hint of timidity. She leaned against Sima Jiao’s chest, obediently holding her misbehaving left hand, and turned to gaze at the rolling clouds on the horizon.

I’m looking at the sky, I’m looking at the earth, I’m looking anywhere but at you.

Liao Tingyan was waiting for this ill-tempered ancestor to throw her off the moving snake vehicle, even thinking about what to be mindful of when jumping from a moving vehicle. She waited for quite a while, but nothing happened. She glanced sideways and caught Sima Jiao’s eyes. His eyes were cold, chillingly so, piercing enough to make one’s brain hurt. This man was frightening when he was gloomy and irritable, frightening when he laughed maniacally, and still frightening when expressionless like now.

Liao Tingyan: Oh my, why couldn’t I control my hand…

Sima Jiao grasped the hand that had squeezed his buttocks. Her wrist was slender and fair, seeming as if it would break with a single twist in his excessively pale hand. His movement was intimate, his large palm enveloping her hand, his slender fingers slowly caressing her wrist, applying slight pressure—

Liao Tingyan swore on her newly lengthened legs that this ancestor was now preparing to snap her wrist, teaching her a lesson. In this urgent situation, Liao Tingyan’s actions were quicker than her thoughts. She instinctively followed Sima Jiao’s movement, grabbing his hand and firmly pressing it against her chest. “Calm down, please feel free to touch my chest, as much as you like.”

She had guessed correctly. Sima Jiao’s perverse mood could change instantly. When someone merely touched his finger, he wanted to kill them, let alone be squeezed on the buttocks. At first, he was completely stunned—after all, in this world, some people dared to kill him, but none dared to squeeze his buttocks. Once he processed what had happened, his only thought was to teach her a lesson—and this was only because he didn’t feel disgust toward her and found her somewhat interesting. The death penalty could be waived, but punishment was inevitable.

But he hadn’t expected her to pull this move. His hand, about to exert force, was suddenly pressed against something soft, and that force, not withdrawn, happened to squeeze a bundle of cotton, completely dissipating the power.

Liao Tingyan pressed his hand, her expression righteous, like a salesperson. “Try it, it feels especially good.” Who wouldn’t like a fragrant, soft, busty young lady? Both men and women liked it. Even cats, those arrogant creatures, enjoyed kneading. A mere murderous maniac shouldn’t be a problem at all.

Sima Jiao did everything based on impulses. Perhaps because his blood relatives were all lunatics, he was also a lunatic—irritable and bloodthirsty. When he felt displeased, he would seek an outlet, naturally killing. Whoever made him unhappy, he wanted to kill.

The person before him was special. She had survived under his hand many times, the only one who could repeatedly make him abandon his killing intent. Others would typically perish the moment he first felt the urge to kill, but somehow she peculiarly made him quell his irritation and murderous intent time after time. Just like now, the impulse to crush her wrist had disappeared.

Since it was gone, he regained his composure.

“Phew—” Liao Tingyan was drenched in cold sweat. Realizing she was still firmly pressing down on the ancestor’s cold hand, she hastily began to withdraw. Halfway through, Sima Jiao grabbed her hand.

She was now leaning in Sima Jiao’s embrace, circled by one of his arms, and now with the other hand grasping hers, the posture looked extremely undignified—like a couple flaunting their affection in broad daylight.

Although Liao Tingyan considered herself merely an accessory, others would not see it that way.

While Liao Tingyan and Sima Jiao were resolving a potential bloodbath triggered by her chest, the big black snake driver had already transported them to the foot of the mountain, leaving the territory of the Three Sacred Mountains. What the Sect Leader and others waiting there saw was an ancestor in black robes carrying a bewitching, alluring woman, standing atop a ferocious black snake, about to make a tumultuous entrance. This configuration was exactly that of an evil overlord with his favored concubine and henchman.

Generally speaking, it was a cold and cruel villain with a malicious scheming woman and an evil lackey. Many people behind the Sect Leader thought so.

During Liao Tingyan’s absence, the Gengchen Immortal Mansion had been abuzz with discussions about this ancestor who had emerged from seclusion. Most young disciples had never seen him, and even the most beautiful fantasies would change after hearing about this ancestor’s repeated and reckless killings. From initial admiration to current fear, quite a few people privately cursed him as a demon who had fallen into evil ways. If not for his high seniority, many would have already come to cleanse the sect.

Those who knew the inside story each had their thoughts. Initially, those who wanted to kill or control Sima Jiao were the majority. Unclear about the situation, they even led two groups to the Three Sacred Mountains to offer themselves up, none of whom returned. Eventually, Sect Leader Shi Qianlü went against the majority opinion, suppressing all other voices, and respectfully invited this great ancestor down from the mountain. His principle was, that no matter what Sima Jiao did, even if he killed people from the sect, it didn’t matter.

Sect Leader Shi Qianlü was well aware that Sima Jiao still gave him some face only because his own master had once been one of those responsible for caring for Sima Jiao at the Three Sacred Mountains and had prevented his birth mother from killing him. With just this slender and unreliable connection, he could only cautiously attend to Sima Jiao, avoiding triggering his murderous rampages. If he must kill, at least let him kill fewer high-ranking elite disciples.

Sima Jiao, riding the snake and carrying a beauty, emerged from the Three Sacred Mountains without acknowledging anyone and was carefully escorted by the Sect Leader to temporarily reside at White Deer Cliff. This White Deer Cliff was the most spiritually abundant place in the Gengchen Immortal Mansion apart from the Three Sacred Mountains. It had a beautiful scene called White Deer Green Cliff, an excellent spot for stargazing. The palace buildings here were magnificent and exquisite, especially the central multi-storied pavilion, which was particularly imposing.

Upon seeing the place, Liao Tingyan’s mind immediately conjured up the “Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng”—phrases like “flying pavilions with cinnabar” and “cassia halls and orchid palaces.” She had never seen such a beautiful place. Although the Three Sacred Mountains were also grand, they had been abandoned for a long time. Unlike here, with lush flowers and trees, full of vitality, with clouds and cranes flying between mountains, and even herds of snow-white deer on the mountain paths—truly a fairyland, absolutely an excellent vacation spot.

“You like it here?” Sima Jiao suddenly asked.

Liao Tingyan: “I love it!”

The Sect Leader and several specially selected disciples accompanied them, smiling on the surface, thinking that indeed the Ancestral Master had taken a liking to this female disciple. Listening to this calm voice and harmonious conversation, the Sect Leader felt greatly reassured. How rare it was to find someone who could converse normally with Sima Jiao! His approach was correct.

“Ancestral Master and this… lady, please feel free to stay here. Everything has been prepared. If there are any needs, just let us know, and we will surely fulfill all the Ancestral Master’s requirements,” the Sect Leader was very considerate and thorough.

Liao Tingyan: “…” Lady?

Sima Jiao, however, didn’t mind this address and impatiently waved his hand to dismiss him. “Get lost.”

Looking at this Sect Leader who was so respectful before Sima Jiao, Liao Tingyan recalled how she first saw the Sect Leader—lofty and imposing, with a boss-like presence. Now, he was like a chief eunuch of the imperial palace. And Sima Jiao was a tyrant with a terrible temper, seemingly always restraining something, finding it annoying to even hear people speak, directly chasing them away.

She just glanced a bit longer at the Sect Leader’s back, and Sima Jiao noticed. He stared at her, pulling at the corner of his lips, as if seeing through her thoughts, with an ambiguous smile: “Feeling sorry for that old thing Shi Qianlü? Don’t think he’s a good person just because his attitude is good. He… heh, is the most ‘interesting’ person in this Gengchen Immortal Mansion.”

Liao Tingyan felt there was a deeper meaning in Sima Jiao’s words, but he didn’t elaborate, coldly laughing as he walked into the palace. Inside the palace, there were attendants—not humans, but puppets, without emotions, only following orders to serve people. Liao Tingyan followed and found that Sima Jiao had entered the main hall, found a place to sit, and was coldly looking out the window, completely ignoring her.

Liao Tingyan was delighted. Seeing that he didn’t seem to want to treat her as an accessory, she quickly slipped into a side hall to find the room prepared for her, first taking out a mirror to see her current appearance. With one look, her survival instinct reached its historical peak.

What a celestial beauty! She was already very pretty before, but now she had completely transformed, becoming so beautiful that she was almost narcissistic just looking at herself. Liao Tingyan touched her large chest and perky buttocks, feeling that for this body, she could live another hundred years. Which girl wouldn’t want to become a great beauty, to experience the joy of looking in the mirror in the morning and feeling a surge of excitement?

At the same time, Liao Tingyan recalled Sima Jiao’s various reactions and felt that this guy was either impotent or had a different sexual orientation. Faced with such a great beauty, he didn’t show any sign of being captivated by female charm. What was going on? Even she, a woman, was almost captivated.

Being so beautiful, she should change into a prettier dress and style her hair beautifully. Liao Tingyan discovered that the puppet people standing in the corner were especially intelligent. When she just muttered that she had no pretty clothes, they silently brought many sets of dresses. These were true celestial dresses, made of who knows what material, as light as clouds, feeling completely unrestricted when worn, making one seem as ethereal as an immortal. There were dresses of various colors and styles, many, many sets, along with various accessories, jewelry, shoes, etc., continuously being brought in, filling her room.

What a divine life! Liao Tingyan instantly forgot about that difficult ancestor and began her happy dress-up game time, playing the real-life dress-up game with great enthusiasm, forgetting all worldly matters.

She was just about to try on a red gauze dress, had just taken off her clothes, and hadn’t yet put on the dress when the door was kicked open.

That Sima Jiao, who just now seemed to not want to deal with others and wanted to be alone, walked in very irritably, asking coldly: “What are you doing? Who allowed you to run around?”

Liao Tingyan instinctively covered her body, but seeing Sima Jiao’s expression, she felt, why bother covering? This guy seemed to have no interest in women as if he hadn’t even noticed her wonderful curves. He irritably kicked away the beautiful clothes and accessories nearby. “Come with me.”

Liao Tingyan rolled her eyes while silently putting on the red gauze dress.

“Where are you going?”

Sima Jiao smiled coldly, “Didn’t I say, when I come out, everyone will die? Now, of course, I’m going to kill people.”

Liao Tingyan: Sorry to disturb you, I’ll take my leave.

Sima Jiao noticed her expression. “You don’t want to go?”

Liao Tingyan cursed inwardly, damn you, the truth buff was back. Her mouth involuntarily said: “I don’t want to go.”

Sima Jiao’s face darkened: “If you don’t go, I’ll kill you first.”

Liao Tingyan: “I’m fine now, let’s go right away.”

Sima Jiao seemed choked by her words and looked at her with that complex gaze again: “Why don’t you want to go?”

Liao Tingyan: “Afraid of seeing dead people.”

Without the truth buff, Sima Jiao wouldn’t have believed it. A person from the Demon Realm, afraid of dead people? There were far more dead than living in the Demon Realm. People from the Demon Realm were only more cruel than cultivators. How could someone like her be a spy?

He strangely asked: “Could it be that you’ve never killed anyone?”

Liao Tingyan: “Never.”

Sima Jiao truly fell silent. He now genuinely didn’t understand what people from the Demon Realm were like. Sending someone like her over—were they trying to mess with the Gengchen Immortal Mansion? The people of the Gengchen Immortal Mansion messing with themselves were more serious than the Demon Realm.