After a brief hesitation, He Qiu agreed to Nangong Qiongxiao’s proposal.
How could he refuse such a rare opportunity to receive free guidance from Elder Nangong?
This entire All-Books Pavilion housed millions of scrolls from the Longyin Sect, all of them packed with valuable knowledge.
It would be a waste not to learn from them!
Whether he could master it all or not, reading the books and committing the knowledge to memory was always the right thing to do.
“Then, since it’s getting late… this disciple will take his leave.”
“Mhm, good child, go on back.”
Nangong Qiongxiao smiled gently, her beautiful eyes filled with fondness as she looked at He Qiu.
She truly liked students like him—blessed with divine talent yet not arrogant, humble and eager to learn.
In truth, as the Empress hiding her identity and serving as an elder in the Longyin Sect for so many years, half the reason was because she genuinely enjoyed being a teacher.
It was one of her interests.
She liked discovering promising new disciples each year and, depending on the situation, taking them on as students to nurture their talents…
As long as a student was willing to learn and had talent, Nangong Qiongxiao was willing to teach them seriously.
Of course, the talented individuals she trained were later sent to serve her in the Kyushu Heavenly Dynasty through various means and excuses.
In a way, it was like poaching talent from the Longyin Sect, and Nangong Qiongxiao rather enjoyed secretly undermining the sect like this.
After He Qiu left, Nangong Qiongxiao sat quietly in her spot for a while longer, savoring the brief conversation she’d just had with the young man.
She chuckled softly, then put away her book and pulled out an ancient scroll from her sleeve to continue reading…
On the first page of the ancient scroll, several characters were carved in a crooked manner—Immortal Body.
Lately, Nangong Qiongxiao had been researching matters related to the Immortal Realm.
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Zi Menghan had a dream.
It was a utopia far from the flames of war.
Amidst a forest blooming with peach blossoms, a small pavilion stood gracefully.
Under the morning sun, a young man in white practiced his swordplay below.
On the pavilion’s windowsill, a purple-haired girl in plain silk robes watched quietly, her beautiful eyes reflecting a heart-shaped affection.
In her hands, she held a ball of yarn; she was weaving a robe with her own hands for her husband.
Such days were peaceful and beautiful.
But the beautiful dream didn’t last long.
Soon, the scene shifted to night—
Amidst a raging battlefield, the young man in white protected the purple-haired girl in his arms, grievously wounded, blood spilling from his mouth.
The purple-haired girl looked up in terror, only to see a silver-haired woman holding a sword that had pierced her husband’s chest.
Her gaze was cold and sharp, just as it had been when she looked down on the girl years ago, filling her with a fear that chilled her to the soul.
“Zi Menghan, you filthy demon cultivator… how dare you taint my junior brother’s purity…”
“So, die together.”
Swoosh!
The next second, a silver light flashed.
Zi Menghan jolted awake, her eyes flying open as she gasped for breath.
After a moment of rest, Zi Menghan realized the earlier scene had just been a nightmare.
She hurriedly looked around and found herself lying flat on a bed in some bedroom, the room filled with a natural, fresh fragrance.
“Did I… faint?”
Holding her forehead, Zi Menghan began to recall her memories before falling asleep.
Young Master He?
That’s right!
I drank a strange cup of hot tea, then my whole body felt feverish, and I lost consciousness!
She touched her chest, then her cheeks, and hurriedly climbed out of bed.
She got up and went to the full-length mirror nearby to look at herself—
The girl in the mirror still had elegant purple hair, a lovely face, clean robes, slender and shapely long legs, and fair, delicate bare feet.
Because the blanket had been covering her too tightly while she slept, and due to the nightmare, a few drops of sweat trickled down the girl’s neck and collarbone.
Her face was flushed, carrying a somewhat seductive allure, her breathing ragged as if she had just done some strenuous exercise.
Wait…
Strenuous exercise?
Thinking of some indescribable possibilities, Zi Menghan instantly broke out in a cold sweat, her mind thrown into chaos.
Thump!
Her legs gave way, and she knelt before the full-length mirror, her arms trembling as she cautiously reached toward the private area between her legs.
It seemed…
There really was some sticky, unknown fluid.
Was it…
Sweat from the nightmare?
Or was it…
Something left behind by Young Master He while I was asleep…
That thing…
Her little face turned deathly pale.
Zi Menghan didn’t dare think further.
Maintaining her posture—fingers still between her thighs, sitting like a duck—the purple-haired girl in the mirror trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes wide with shock and disbelief, desperately trying to recall her memories from the period she was unconscious.
And right at that moment—
“Meng’er?”
Creak.
The door was pushed open, and the young man in white entered the room carrying a tray of hot tea.
Then, not finding the sleeping girl on the bed, he turned his head and saw a purple-haired girl kneeling before the full-length mirror, her face flushed, breathing rapidly, her right hand still between her legs, in a strange sitting posture.
Miss Meng’er…
What is she doing?
“Uh…”
It’s not that I’m misunderstanding, right?
But Miss Meng’er really is in a weird pose, blushing, panting, sweating profusely, while looking at herself in the mirror…
No way…
Right after waking up, she’s doing that?
And she’s this uninhibited?
He Qiu was speechless.
He seemed to understand something, silently swallowed, then turned his face away and walked into the room, heading to the bedside.
He cleared his throat, feigning composure, and said:
“Meng’er, this is freshly brewed hot tea. If you have nothing else to do later, drink a few more cups.”
Zi Menghan: ????
Y-you…
You’re still telling me to drink it?
Is he dissatisfied with the dosage of the Aphrodisiac Powder?
Does he think I woke up too early, so he wants me to drink three more big cups, become completely , and then, driven by unbearable desire, actively offer myself to him?
For a moment, fear surged in her heart.
Zi Menghan felt a sour pang of grievance in her chest.
She was about to be driven to tears by He Qiu.
Clearly, clearly her first time had been taken from her so ambiguously, and that Young Master He showed not a shred of remorse, let alone any sense of responsibility.
He even had the audacity to deliver three more cups of Aphrodisiac Powder, ordering Zi Menghan to keep drinking!
And what was even more ironic was that in her dream just now, Zi Menghan had actually dreamed of a beautiful life spent with He Qiu…
It was too terrifying.
He Qiu was a heart-devouring demon!
Using underhanded tricks, brutally taking a girl’s body, and then, with his strange constitution, making the girl dream happily about it, slowly falling in love with him, unable to extricate herself…
What a bizarre love curse this was!
“Mhm, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first.”
He Qiu placed the hot tea on the table and turned to say goodbye.
Seeing Miss Meng’er looking at him with such shock and fear, he felt he had probably come at a bad time.
Miss Meng’er had just woken up and was urgently attending to her “business” in front of the mirror, and he had barged in without even knocking…
After all, Miss Meng’er was a girl; she would naturally feel embarrassed.
He Qiu could understand that.
He just never expected this girl’s desires in that area to be so strong, and to have such strange preferences, like doing that in front of a mirror.
Time to make myself scarce…
The child is still young, the child knows nothing of these things~
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PS: Tomorrow will bring some interesting,福利-type scenes.
Hope the monthly tickets are in place.