Chapter 74 Part 2

He usually seemed so unserious, not at all like someone cultivating the Emotionless Dao. But unexpectedly, when it came to this, he really wasn’t interested in women. The worry in Qi Feibai’s heart settled—most likely, this guy shared his lack of interest.

As long as he didn’t find out.

But late that night, amid red candles and warm bedcurtains, with Qi Feibai’s pants half-off, the door was kicked open from outside. Gu Changqing entered with a cold face, flanked left and right by two enforcers—

Wen Liuhe and Xu Buchan.

A cold gleam flashed. The fierce left enforcer pressed a broken sword to Qi Feibai’s throat.

This broken sword carried a bit of personal grudge. As long as Qi Feibai moved forward even slightly without paying attention, he would probably see blood and become another soul under the sword.

The woman on the bed seemed accustomed to all sorts of dramatic catches in the act. She reacted instantly, rolled her body aside, and calmly shifted to a safe area, refusing to let herself suffer any grievance.

But this time, why were there three men catching her in the act?

Unable to figure it out, Chunqi grew too lazy to think about it. The most important thing right now was to clear her own name first. She extended her slender jade finger and pointed fiercely at the still-dazed Qi Feibai, her eyes brimming with tears. “He forced me!”

Qi Feibai: “…”

The other three: “…”

The thin red gauze draped over her body offered no covering at all. No one knew what special material it was made from, but the more she twisted, the more obvious it became. Her snow-white skin flickered in and out of view beneath it—more tantalizing than wearing nothing at all.

Xu Buchan’s ears turned red. He hurriedly averted his eyes and grabbed a nearby bedsheet to hastily cover the woman.

Wen Liuhe’s eyes narrowed. He pushed the hand gripping the sword hilt forward.

“It’s not—Wen Liuhe, are you trying to kill me?!”

The sharp blade edged slightly closer to his throat, scaring Qi Feibai into flailing his arms and legs as he retreated repeatedly, his face drained of color.

Wen Liuhe glanced at him and said insincerely, “Oh, sorry. Hand slipped.”

Qi Feibai: “…” Slipped my ass!

In this moment of crisis, Qi Feibai hurriedly looked toward the only reliable person present and shouted, “Uncle Master! Save me!”

Gu Changqing’s face remained cold. He raised his hand and smacked the head of this second-most troublesome nephew of his, then signaled Wen Liuhe with his eyes to withdraw the sword.

Wen Liuhe wore an arrogant and unruly expression, refusing to budge.

Gu Changqing turned to this first-most troublesome nephew of his. His mouth twitched. He brought up Shen Yu once more. “Before Junior Brother left, he told me to keep a good eye on you.”

Wen Liuhe’s brows furrowed. He let out a light scoff and reluctantly withdrew the sword.

This trick worked every time. Gu Changqing nodded in satisfaction, thinking that his junior brother was far too modest on a normal day.

This was what he called teaching poorly? Junior Brother, you taught too well!

Far away atop Changliu Mountain, the white-clothed immortal who was drinking snow pear soup couldn’t hold back and let out an elegant sneeze.

Gu Changqing sighed inwardly with relief while his hands didn’t stop moving. He deftly grabbed some nearby clothes and flung them irritably at Qi Feibai, telling him to hurry up and get dressed.

Qi Feibai hurriedly put on his clothes and tidied himself up.

He knew the real punishment was still to come. His face filled with despair. Then Qi Feibai’s eyes darted around. He suddenly noticed Wen Liuhe sheathing the sword. Sensing his gaze, Wen Liuhe turned sideways.

Their eyes met. A wicked arc curved at the corner of Wen Liuhe’s mouth.

Seeing Wen Liuhe’s smile, how could Qi Feibai not understand? Sure enough, Wen Liuhe was the mastermind behind it all!

He had put on that act during the day, but there had been a trap waiting here for him to fall into!

Qi Feibai grew so furious he nearly had a heart attack, his teeth itching with hatred.

The group of four retraced their steps back. Chunqi immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Good thing no slap had landed on her face this time. She patted her chest, only to hear a sound at the window lattice.

The woman’s willow-leaf brows furrowed. She hurriedly turned around and saw the handsome youth who had wielded the broken sword earlier returning. He flipped smoothly through the window.

This sudden return caught her off guard. Chunqi quickly grasped his intent and felt inwardly amazed. She slowly relaxed her brows, exuding boundless charm.

Chunqi’s lips curved into a smile. “Young lord returns after leaving—what might this mean?”

Wen Liuhe rolled his eyes and thrust the sword forward. The sharp, gleaming blade lifted her pointed chin.

“I had wondered what kind of stunning beauty this famed courtesan of the rumors might be. I never expected a mere clam demon. You’ve bewitched all those mortals—who knows what spell you cast? Even my martial uncle couldn’t identify you.”

Demons and devils shared the same origins. If not for the demonic qi in his body, he would have been fooled too.

Upon hearing this, Chunqi’s expression changed. Her hand secretly reached under the pillow.

Wen Liuhe noticed her movement and smiled cruelly. “Keep your hand in check. This sword doesn’t have eyes. I hear that the pearls born from a clam demon’s heart shine brilliantly and are exceedingly rare in the world—truly worthy of the title in Riverside Town’s eleven scenic wonders—”

“Just in time to replace the drum ears on the rattle I bought for my master.”

What? Drum ears??

Chunqi’s expression turned ferocious for an instant. Dignity prevailed for the first time. Unable to hold back, she gnashed her teeth. “I am a grand demon—”

The sharp broken sword pressed against her neck.

Chunqi’s neck jerked back. If she hadn’t retreated quickly enough, she would have had her throat slit.

Chunqi’s eyes darted around as her mind raced even faster. This person had seen through her demonic form at a glance—who knew which pig-in-a-blanket big shot he was.

The wise chose to adapt to the times. Under Wen Liuhe’s terrifying gaze, she suddenly felt that dignity wasn’t so important after all. She immediately changed her tune. “I have a friend, a thousand-year-old clam demon who hasn’t broken her celibacy in a millennium. The pearl heart she produces is top-notch—huge and radiant. Young lord—er, this immortal lord and his master, if you need pearls to make a rattle toy—”

Chunqi still couldn’t help pausing. She wasn’t sure if it was more outrageous that someone wanted to use a clam heart for drum ears, or that men these days still played with rattles.

Her expression grew strange, but in the end, she unhesitatingly sold out her friend. “I’ll fetch it for you tomorrow.”

Clams lived long lives. She hadn’t had her fill yet. For the sake of her own clam heart, Yu Qi, you’d just have to die first.

A thousand miles away at the deep ocean floor, a woman with a full head of silver-white long hair sat on a massive clam shell with her eyes closed in meditation. She couldn’t hold back a fierce sneeze, a puzzled expression appearing on her face.

Wen Liuhe raised a brow. “One clam demon has only one clam heart. You two demons—just right, one heart from each to make a pair. Wouldn’t that be even better?”

Chunqi: “…”

She had only come to experience the joys of the mortal world. How had she run into such a living hell king?

Seeing the clam demon before him fall silent, Wen Liuhe raised a brow slightly. His other hand stroked his chin in thought. “But I’ll be leaving Riverside Town tomorrow. I probably won’t be able to gather a pair. Even one alone wouldn’t look good. My master probably wouldn’t like it.”

Joy surged in Chunqi’s heart. She hurriedly thanked his master inwardly for the dislike.

Wen Liuhe lifted the sword again and said, “However, I think my master would suit this red gauze on you quite well.”

Chunqi froze in place, unable to follow the topic shift.

Bewildered, even her seductive gaze stalled. She slowly threw out three question marks. “???”

Your master was a woman???

Wen Liuhe shook the image from his mind, licked his dry lips, and finally revealed his true intentions. “Where’d you buy it? It doesn’t look like some ordinary mortal trinket. Give me the address?”

Chunqi was a refined demon too. She had seen all sorts of people and, in pursuit of mortal pleasures, had pored over all kinds of explicit erotic manuals.

Master and disciple? She had plenty of those—several right here.

Her eyes turned. How could she not understand this person’s intentions now? She lifted the red gauze draped over her hand.

“This is called pearl gauze, made by grinding red scales shed by merfolk. It’s light as nothing, growing more transparent the more you move. I have a new one in my chest over there. Immortal lord, take it if you want—just spare my life.”

As she spoke, Chunqi cast a spell to open the chest in the corner. The red gauze fell into Wen Liuhe’s hands. She also put on her own clothes.

She gave it readily. After all, in the Cultivation World, the greatest taboo was romance between master and disciple— no different from mortal mother and son.

Those master-disciple erotic manuals of hers circulated only in secret, showing just how forbidden such relationships were in the Cultivation World. Yet this person was handing her the evidence on a platter. From the looks of it, though, he probably didn’t care about such conventions.

It did feel comfortable to the touch. Wen Liuhe stored the red gauze in his storage pouch, sheathed the sword, and turned to leave. After half a step, Chunqi called out to him.

As one woman to another, Chunqi worried whether this hotheaded youth could make his distant sister climax. Unable to hold back, she reached out and grabbed the hem of Wen Liuhe’s clothes.

Wen Liuhe frowned and turned back.

Several books were held in her hands and slowly offered to him. The covers were boldly explicit, with men and women entangled in wild poses that made Wen Liuhe’s mouth twitch. “My master is a man.”

Chunqi blinked. “Ah?”

Wen Liuhe’s eyes darkened. He stroked his chin. “Do you have ones for between men?”

Back then, he had abruptly entered the dream with only a vague urge. He actually wasn’t clear on how things worked between men, and after waking, it grew even fuzzier.

Chunqi’s mind whirled, reacting after three seconds.

Dragon-yang manuals? She seemed to have those too.

Chunqi abruptly got up from the bed and rummaged through her chest. At the bottom, she finally found a few and pulled them all out, handing them to Wen Liuhe. “Take a look.”

Wen Liuhe sat on the edge of the bed and flipped open the first one. The lascivious entanglements made his face grow paler and more disgusted the more he looked. His expression worsened, his stomach churning.

Seeing his expression, Chunqi asked doubtfully, “What’s wrong?”

How could someone look at erotic illustrations and have their face grow worse and worse?

Wen Liuhe frowned and told the truth. “No matter how I look at it—two words: disgusting.”

The tense atmosphere between them shifted from drawn swords to strangely harmonious.

Chunqi blinked slowly and offered advice. “…Try imagining your master’s face in it?”

Wen Liuhe looked down. His gaze fixed on the erotic illustration for two seconds. Then his sharp eyes narrowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and with a sharp snap, he slammed the book shut.

Chunqi gave him dead fish eyes. “Now what?”

“I miss my master.”

Chunqi: “………………”

Wen Liuhe’s finger rested on the cover of the dragon-yang manual. Though closed, the cover was still intensely provocative. The flexibility required for that pose astonished one with the foldability of the human body.

Wen Liuhe furrowed his sharp sword-like brows and asked, “So for the first time, do I need to apply medicine to myself?”

Chunqi’s beautiful eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock. “Y-you—you’re not on top?”

“Though I do want to enter Master and thrust into him until he cries—”

Wen Liuhe stroked his chin, recalling the scene from his earlier dream. A bizarre dark swamp gradually surged in the depths of his seemingly clear eyes.

“But I want even more to see his cold, snow-white abdomen muscles tense up tight, that narrow muscular valley trembling bit by bit, fine beads of sweat seeping out from inside. Below his flat stomach, those bluish veins would tense too, like tree roots buried in snow.”

“My hand pinching his chest, the other on his waist. When I pinch those veins on his waist and abdomen, it feels like I could snap them—but I won’t. Those veins just get blocked. And right when he’s about to reach the peak, I’ll release my hand, press my palm to his waist, and feel his abdominal muscles tremble like they’re sobbing.”

“In that instant, the blood surges back. Then I clench tight around him. In that moment, he’ll release inside my body—like—”

“All his blood has entered my body.”

“We’ve fused as one. He becomes the place that nurtures me.”