Chapter 70

The night was cool as water, the moon like a silver hook. Beneath the gentle glow, the flower trees rustled in the breeze, and ripples danced across the lake’s surface. No one knew of the secret rendezvous hidden beneath the water.

At the deepest part of the lake, a transparent arched barrier propped itself up, isolating almost all the lake water. Only the white sand beneath their feet remained damp.

The small space was filled with a special scent, thick and cloying. Qixue felt as if he had drunk too much wine—his head spun, his face flushed crimson, and his legs grew so weak he could barely stand.

His outer robe and undergarment had been removed, exposing his snow-white, plump shoulders. His body slumped softly against the barrier, breathing white mist onto the cold wall, which quickly vanished.

But two faint milk stains remained, and even milk trickled down along the smooth contours.

A school of fish swimming by noticed the milk and curiously came over to nibble, only to touch the barrier. After several attempts, they seemed to finally understand it was food they couldn’t have and slowly swam away.

Qixue watched the scene and found it utterly absurd. The flush on his cheeks grew even more vivid and alluring. Dao Qing turned his body around and glanced at the milk-stained barrier. “What a pity.”

With that, he lowered his head.

“Mm…”

Qixue’s brows furrowed lightly as he let out a feeble whimper.

This wasn’t the first time Dao Qing had drunk his milk, of course, but it was the first time in human form. Before, he had always been in Rabbit Tuan’s shape, held in Dao Qing’s hand to nurse. But back then, it hadn’t created the illusion that he was nourishing Dao Qing like this.

His eyes were wet and misty, the thin red at the corners of his eyes brimming with allure. But he couldn’t admire himself; he could only gaze at Dao Qing through the foggy tears.

His clothes were in disarray, but Dao Qing remained fully dressed, his silver hair neatly bound in its coronet without a strand out of place. If not for the thin sweat beading on his forehead, the dragon scales emerging on his neck and arms, Qixue might have thought him unmoved.

How could that be? He was the one with experience, while Dao Qing was a complete novice. How could he appear so disheveled in front of Dao Qing? All his earlier boasts would become a joke.

While Dao Qing hadn’t yet lifted his head, Qixue reached up and removed the silver hairpin securing his coronet. Without it, the coronet fell into the white sand, and his long silver hair cascaded down, draping on either side of Dao Qing’s face, making the vermilion mark between his brows appear blood-red.

Seeing Dao Qing’s composure crack, Qixue finally felt pleased. He held the end of the silver hairpin with its jade bead and trailed it over Dao Qing’s chest, playfully parting his robes and prodding his pectoral muscles with the round bead.

He gazed at Dao Qing with amorous eyes. “Virgin dragon, do you know what to do next? If you don’t, just take off your clothes and let me teach you. I promise I’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget everything… Mm!”

Before he finished, Dao Qing sealed his lips with a kiss.

Dao Qing was a quick learner. In mere moments, his kissing technique became masterful. Qixue trembled all over from the kiss, his hand losing strength. The hairpin dropped into the white sand, and he could only cling shakily to Dao Qing’s robes.

As Dao Qing kissed him, he undid the ties of his Daoist robe. Soon after, he took Qixue’s hand and guided him to help remove it.

They undressed each other. Qixue saw silver dragon scales on Dao Qing’s toned body and felt smug, knowing it was he who had driven Dao Qing to such distraction, unleashing his demonic nature without restraint.

But when they fully removed the undergarments and Qixue saw Dao Qing’s body clearly, he froze in shock and cried out in astonishment. “You… how do you have two?!”

“Dragons are like this by nature,” Dao Qing countered. “Didn’t you know?”

Qixue’s breathing nearly stopped. “Of course I didn’t!”

If he had known dragons were built like this, he never would have invited Dao Qing for dual cultivation! Two of them, and so enormous—he would split open, his belly would burst. He really would die… He couldn’t, he couldn’t do it with Dao Qing…

Panic and retreat flickered in his eyes. Dao Qing’s gaze darkened, and he gripped Qixue’s wrist tightly. “Want to back out?”

“I just think there must be other ways to heal you.”

Qixue averted his eyes guiltily. “Dual cultivation isn’t the only option. I can squeeze more rabbit milk for you, and then you…”

“It’s too late for that.”

Dao Qing’s tone was indifferent but unyieldingly firm. “I warned you not to provoke me. You agreed without knowing my true form. That’s your mistake, not mine. I won’t go easy on you.”

His golden vertical pupils locked onto Qixue. Domineeringly, he pulled Qixue’s hand downward and coldly uttered one word from his thin lips.

“Touch.”

Qixue felt bullied to the point of tears. His hand trembled as it was pressed down. At the lightest touch, he panicked and cried out. “No… no! It’ll kill me!”

He transformed into Rabbit Tuan and hopped frantically to escape Dao Qing’s hold. His soft body bounced off the barrier without pain, but the barrier was impregnable; his slight strength couldn’t budge it.

Then he thought of the Earth Escape Technique. If he burrowed underground, he could flee the barrier.

Rabbit Tuan used the Earth Escape Technique and instantly dove into the white sand. Just as he thought he had escaped, the Dragon Tendon Rope bound his rabbit belly and dragged him back from below.

Dao Qing had been too injured to use the Dragon Tendon Rope before, but their long kiss had allowed him to absorb plenty of demon power from Qixue’s saliva. His injuries had improved enough to wield it.

Dao Qing grasped the soft Rabbit Tuan and squeezed lightly. Milk seeped out. “Change back. You know what I’m capable of.”

His tone was almost a command, cold and inhuman. As a powerful carnivorous demon clan like dragons, he possessed an innate savage hunting instinct, which manifested fully in mating—with obsessive, perverse possessiveness toward his partner.

Provoked and indulged by his partner, his ferocity was fully awakened. His golden pupils reflected only the tiny shadow of Rabbit Tuan, tolerating nothing else. If anyone tried to take his partner now, he would tear them apart.

Sensing Dao Qing’s rationality teetering on the edge, Rabbit Tuan didn’t want to provoke him further. He obediently shifted back to human form and threw himself into Dao Qing’s arms. “Brother Dao Qing, please be gentle with me. I’m really scared. I’m afraid I’ll die…”

Dao Qing pinched his chin and lifted his face. “Afraid I’ll fuck you to death?”

Qixue sniffled and squeezed out a tear, looking fragile and pitiful. “Yes, look how skinny I am. How could I possibly take it…”

Dao Qing remained unmoved. “This is all your own doing.”

“It’s your choice, Qixue. Even if you can’t bear it, it’s not my fault.”

Qixue was truly frightened. He hadn’t expected Dao Qing to be so unyielding. He could only plead miserably. “Then can you make those two of yours as small as earthworms? I know you can, so I might be able to…”

“No.”

Dao Qing refused flatly. He picked up the silver hairpin from the white sand, pried open Qixue’s fingers, and taught him how to grip it. “If you can’t take it, stab me with this. It’ll sober me up a bit.”

“You… what do you mean by that?”

Qixue paled. To regain clarity, he needed the pain of piercing flesh? How far would Dao Qing lose control?

“You’ll find out.”

Dao Qing hugged his waist and lifted him. “Come here.”

…

Qixue had never found it so difficult.

Though all his lovers had been overwhelmingly strong, he had never felt this afraid or helpless—not even during his first time with Wei Huai, when he was so inexperienced. Yet now he cried without stopping.

It didn’t hurt, but he still wanted to cry uncontrollably.

Tears slid endlessly from the corners of his eyes. He clutched his belly and pitifully begged Dao Qing. “Baby, don’t hurt our baby…”

“Don’t be afraid.”

Dao Qing’s pupils gradually darkened. Dragon scales emerged on his handsome, aloof face, and his voice grew hoarse. “You and he are both fine. I won’t break you.”

“You’re lying…”

Qixue’s tears flowed like a river; he could barely breathe. “I’m already broken. I don’t want it anymore. No more dual cultivation with you. Get out—”

“Too late.”

Dao Qing said coldly. As punishment, he gripped both of Qixue’s wrists with one hand and raised them above his head. “You’ve taken my virginity.”

As he spoke, the vermilion mark between his brows faded, as if washed away by water, vanishing completely.

Qixue sobbed hard, his shoulders trembling. He couldn’t speak.

If he could, he would retort: How was it him taking it? Dao Qing had forced it on him—he had no choice!

“You have to take responsibility for me, Qixue.”

Dao Qing gazed at him intently. “I despise your promiscuity and hate that I’m not your only one. But I admire you deeply too, so I can tolerate your flaws, even if you…”

He didn’t finish, substituting silence with a kiss.

…

From moonset to sunrise, then sunrise to sunset.

An entire day passed. The caravan searched everywhere for Dao Qing but found no trace of him or his “Madam” Rabbit. If they had left without a word, they hadn’t taken their belongings—it didn’t seem like a sudden departure.

Had they been attacked by demons?

But that didn’t make sense either. Even these ordinary mortals were fine; how could an immortal master with such powerful spells be taken?

Only when the moon rose again did they spot Dao Qing emerging from the lake bottom in astonishment. No wonder they couldn’t find him—he had been cultivating at the lake bottom.

Dao Qing took some food and said calmly to the group, “I need to seclude myself underwater for three days. If you’re not in a hurry, wait for me to emerge, and we’ll travel together.”

“Not hurried at all!”

The leaders responded eagerly. They wouldn’t abandon the immortal master even if they ditched others.

As Dao Qing passed, many noticed the vermilion mark between his brows was gone. Some even saw unnatural red marks on his neck—like scratches and bite marks…

Impossible? How could the immortal master…

They didn’t dare speculate further and respectfully saw him back into the lake.

Dao Qing entered the underwater barrier and looked at the seemingly sleeping Qixue. “Get up. I know you’re not asleep.”

Qixue didn’t respond, feigning sleep. But Dao Qing hugged him from behind, murmuring against his ear. “Let’s continue.”

…

Thud.

Thud thud…

The barrier made faint sounds. Qixue slumped against it, sweetly and pitifully sobbing. “I really can’t anymore…”

His speech was slurred; he breathed through his mouth, unable to close his jaw. Saliva dripped from his chin.

Dao Qing lifted his chin and caught the saliva in his hand. “Don’t waste it.”

He gripped Qixue’s waist, turning him around, and sat down with Qixue on his lap. Now Qixue sat higher; Dao Qing only needed to open his mouth to catch the saliva dripping from Qixue’s, drinking it like nectar.

Qixue couldn’t take it; he thought Dao Qing was too perverse. He weakly slapped at him but was held fast by Dao Qing’s grip on his hands and waist.

“All of you belongs to me,” Dao Qing said. “I won’t yield you to anyone.”

“If you won’t propose divorce to Helan Ji, I’ll do it myself. Once I speak, he can’t keep you.”

Because he was the State Preceptor of Dayong, who had advised generations of rulers, while Helan Ji was merely one. His authority surpassed Helan Ji’s; he couldn’t resist.

He already belonged to Qixue.

So he had to claim all of Qixue too.