The fingertip game Jiang Huai played with Fang Moye was inspired by the punishments Chu Xianning had inflicted on her repeatedly. This technique had never failed.
Jiang Huai knew from the system notifications ringing in his ear that Fang Moye was likely acting shy or perhaps annoyed at being toyed with. Jiang Huai decided to push it a bit further this time. He carried Fang Moye to the bed, where she trembled slightly like a trapped beast. But Jiang Huai felt no pity. He lifted the hem of her qipao and effortlessly pulled her underpants down to her knees.
Looking at the damp stain on her underpants, Jiang Huai leaned close to her ear and said, “I haven’t even started yet, and Ancestral Master is already impatient?”
“No, don’t say that…” Fang Moye’s voice trembled and sounded pitiful.
But in the next moment, Jiang Huai flipped her over and slapped her buttocks. “You should have thought of this day when you were teasing me!”
A crisp, pleasant sound echoed in the room.
…
“You… aren’t you going to bully me anymore?”
Half an hour later, Fang Moye’s eyes were dewy, her voice a mournful sob as she looked at him pitifully, yet with a hint of expectation. Jiang Huai muttered, “Didn’t I already tease you with my fingertips?”
“And you’re satisfied?” Fang Moye’s voice was soft.
“Hmph… teasing you is a reward.”
“Then you can continue to endure…” Fang Moye’s eyes were now filled with shame, annoyance, and grievance. Jiang Huai thought for a moment, took out a bottle of crystal flower dew, and turned her body to lie down again.
“Then I’ll borrow Ancestral Master’s body for a bit.”
“No…”
“Ancestral Master also promised me earlier that whenever I wanted something, I should come to Ancestral Master, and Ancestral Master would bear the sin. Promises must be kept. This is the principle Ancestral Master taught Chu Xianning. A teacher must lead by example.”
Fang Moye turned her face away, so ashamed she was about to cry. “If you want to bully me, then bully me, but don’t mention Ningning at a time like this…”
“I never bullied Ningning like this,” Jiang Huai mumbled again. In an instant, he felt a surge of guilt and fell silent.
He placed the flower dew in Fang Moye’s palm and sat aside, watching her. “Apply it yourself.”
“You!”
Despite being extremely ashamed and annoyed at this moment, Fang Moye instinctively opened the bottle of flower dew and slowly poured it onto her collarbone. Under Jiang Huai’s gaze, she painstakingly smeared it on, filled with humiliation.
…
When Jiang Huai returned to his room, Ning Yuzhu was sitting by the bed. Today, she was still wearing her white silk maid dress, her swaying white silk legs subtly revealing her unease. As Jiang Huai pushed the door open and walked in, she rushed up to him and hugged him tightly. Her cheeks were full of cooing and attempts to appease him. She whispered, “Don’t be angry.”
“I’m not angry.” Jiang Huai winked at her.
He wasn’t actually angry; it was just a slight resentment from being teased. He guessed correctly. Only when Ning Yuzhu truly developed feelings for him would she want to test her place in his heart and see if he would easily break their small promise. He had passed the test and should be proud.
The only slight disappointment was that Ning Yuzhu didn’t trust him enough. However, they didn’t know each other well enough, and trust was built through repeated events. How could he expect someone he had only recently met to trust him completely?
“You’re really not angry?” Ning Yuzhu looked into his eyes.
“Really not angry.”
“Really, really?”
“Really, really.”
“Then… how many times did you bully Senior Disciple Sister?”
“Not many times.”
“Hmph, I knew Junior Brother would leave some for me…”
“Huh?” As soon as Jiang Huai finished speaking, Ning Yuzhu bent down. She knelt on the ground in a cross-legged position, her skirt spreading out in a graceful arc.
Her jet-black hair was already neatly tied up. It was unclear if she had prepared this for appeasement.
…
“Senior Disciple Sister, you’re really seductive.” Jiang Huai reached out and poked her cheek.
“Where am I seductive?” Ning Yuzhu’s cheeks flushed, and she snuggled into his embrace, whispering.
“Who taught you to lick your tongue and then swallow it all?”
“It was taught in the Spring Palace Diagrams that Master passed down.”
Jiang Huai was slightly stunned at first, then suddenly realized. “Damn it, did Jiang Ning steal and replicate all those books from my memory?” In his past life, Jiang Ning had thoroughly researched his preferences early on. She knew he liked older women and was almost indifferent to younger women. She knew he liked the maid archetype, which was why Ning Yuzhu always wore maid dresses and white silk, making her exceptionally seductive.
Did she predict that he wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation?
Jiang Huai silently added fifteen slaps to the number of times he would hit Jiang Ning when he met her, then thought of Fang Moye’s existence and added twenty.
“We should go, Senior Disciple Sister,” Jiang Huai said softly.
“We’re leaving tomorrow night?”
“Okay.” Jiang Huai nodded lightly.
Ning Yuzhu looked back at him. “Then do you want to take Senior Disciple Sister to White Dew Mountain with us?”
“This… it depends on Ancestral Master’s wishes?”
“Uh huh? Junior Brother is pretending to be confused again. It’s not about Senior Disciple Sister’s wishes now, it’s about… whether you want her to come along?”
Ning Yuzhu’s eyes were cunning, as if she had seen through the situation entirely.
Jiang Huai’s face turned guilty as he looked away, thinking it was best to leave the choice to Ancestral Master herself.
…
In the evening, Fang Moye slowly woke up from a semiconscious state.
When Jiang Huai left, she had already been sleepy. Her body was exhausted from being played with, and her emotions had been fluctuating. The drowsiness might have been because the story Jiang Huai told her when coaxing her to sleep was too childish and boring, but his voice was too gentle and pleasant.
She slowly opened her eyes. The setting sun outside the window was slowly descending.
She took out the Divine Emperor Pearl Shards that Jiang Huai had left on the table. The last eight shards were enough for her to break through to the Divine Emperor realm. Even Fang Moye herself felt a sense of daze. This was the realm she had always yearned for. Even the Star Soul Domain Lord and Moon Soul Domain Lord were only at the half-step Divine Emperor realm, always one step away from that final breakthrough. Today, she was about to become the second Divine Emperor in these three realms.
However, when she thought about the method of her breakthrough to the Divine Emperor realm, relying on the bad deeds she had done with Jiang Huai, her body tensed up again. She slowly sat up from the bed. The Divine Emperor Pearl Shards turned into streams of light and flowed into her body.
Brilliant streams of light flowed around her, and the clouds above Baiye Mountain seemed to disperse in an instant, turning into a clear sky. In the next moment, she unleashed her domain, and the entire Baiye Mountain suddenly plunged into night.
Within her domain, she comprehended the profound Daoist magic of heaven and earth until she finally touched the core of the primordial Dao source. She opened her eyes.
In the next moment, her figure disappeared from the room and reappeared in the sky.
There was a blood-red rift in the sky, a testament to the existence of the Will of Destruction. Now that her cultivation had reached the Divine Emperor realm, it was no longer difficult to mend this rift for another three to five years. Fang Moye raised her hand, and the worldly spiritual energy surged around her, forming dark talismans that became a formation to seal the Will of Destruction.
The entire Corrupted Domain could sense the flow of heaven and earth spiritual energy. Everyone looked up, sensing the vast and terrifying spiritual energy, knowing that Fang Moye had reached the Divine Emperor realm. Cheers erupted throughout the Corrupted Domain. Countless citizens of the Corrupted Domain knelt on the ground, looking towards the rift in the sky as if in pilgrimage. Fang Moye hovered in the sky, looking down at everything on the ground, her jade-like face expressionless.
She knew the former Divine Emperor was right: people live for a purpose. Without a purpose, the longer they live, the more boring it becomes, and the easier it is to become insane. Jiang Huai was the Divine Emperor’s purpose. What was her purpose? She once wanted to become the Corrupted Domain Lord and protect everything within it. But she had also felt a trace of weariness and fatigue in her long life.
Jiang Huai erased the punctuation she had planned for herself. So what would her future be?
…
When Fang Moye returned to the courtyard, Ning Yuzhu had prepared a table full of dishes and a pot of fine wine, waiting for her quietly.
“Congratulations, Senior Disciple Sister, on reaching the Divine Emperor realm.” Ning Yuzhu’s voice was soft and gentle. Fang Moye came to the table and sat down. She picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of green vegetables. For some reason, she found the taste of the dishes a bit bland today.
Jiang Huai had been waiting for a long time. With Fang Moye back, they could finally eat. He picked up his chopsticks, thought for a moment, then picked up the wine pot and asked Fang Moye if she wanted a drink. Fang Moye nodded slightly, so Jiang Huai poured her a cup.
After eating and drinking their fill, the scent of flowers wafted from the courtyard.
Fang Moye sat on the long bench, her eyes still slightly hazy from drinking. Her gaze shifted to Jiang Huai’s face, and she asked calmly, “When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow night?” Jiang Huai answered truthfully.
“Alright.” Fang Moye nodded lightly and said no more.
So Jiang Huai didn’t need to say anything more.
Ning Yuzhu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing.
The room suddenly fell silent, and the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves became particularly pleasant.
Jiang Huai did not ask Fang Moye if she wanted to travel with him, and Fang Moye did not say that she wanted to go along. The two of them seemed to have no need to say anything further, as if after Fang Moye’s breakthrough to the Divine Emperor realm, they had developed a tacit understanding. They would quietly bury everything that had happened these past few days, and when they returned to the lower realm, matters would be addressed.
At this moment, Jiang Huai suddenly found the Fang Moye who had broken through to the Divine Emperor realm to be incredibly pure. The faint trace of weariness on her face made her more vibrant. The wind gently ruffled the hair by her cheeks. Looking into those jet-black eyes, Jiang Huai’s heart seemed to slowly calm down.
At this moment, he felt not regret or loss, but a sense of relief. He no longer had to do those ridiculous things to save the world. Indeed, doing bad things was only interesting if one wanted to do them. Being forced to do them was painful because it lacked freedom.
The wine on the table was quietly finished. Jiang Huai took out a tea set and brewed hot tea for them. Ning Yuzhu was languid and leisurely, simply leaning back in her chair, watching the falling leaves. Fang Moye, however, only glanced at the teacups on the table, seemingly not in the mood for tea. After a long while, she picked up the teacup, and the tea had already cooled somewhat.
“I’ll brew you a fresh cup, Ancestral Master.” Jiang Huai said softly as he saw her lift the teacup.
“No need.” Fang Moye shook her head. The slightly cool tea was exactly like the current situation, which was quite fitting.
Hot tea was at its most fragrant when it was scalding, but as the scorching temperature gradually cooled, everything seemed to return to its original state, and one could taste the true flavor of the tea. Fang Moye gently sipped the lukewarm tea, and in a daze, she felt as if she had had a very long dream.
This dream was absurd and erotic, causing shame and unrest, yet also stirring up emotions. Now that the dream was over, she still felt as if she were lingering in it, with a sense of unreality.
The slightly cool tea was a bit bitter, but there was a hint of lingering sweetness. That faint sweetness melted the unease in her heart, bringing her peace.
She put down the teacup, raised her head, looked at Jiang Huai, and said, “I want to go to White Dew Mountain too.”
“Huh?” Jiang Huai was startled, not understanding.
“I want to see her. I have something I want to ask.”
“Then let’s go together.” Jiang Huai replied softly.
Ning Yuzhu sat quietly to the side, and seeing the scene before her, she simply smiled.
