The first rays of dawn melted away the winter night’s chill, bringing a faint warmth. The osmanthus tree swayed with its somewhat withered branches, its vitality dimmed.
Inside a rundown little wooden house on Sect Master Peak, two figures lay tangled together in disheveled clothes, their posture strikingly intimate.
If any woman had seen this scene, most would have blushed. Even a man would likely have felt somewhat embarrassed. The two of them looked as though they had just finished that sort of thing—somewhat provocative.
On the bedding, the youth’s slender upper body was exposed. His pale chest served as a pillow for a woman. His face was completely hidden beneath her long black hair, his features obscured, though his complexion looked abnormally pale and somewhat wretched.
The woman was no better off. Her once neat, elegant white dress was now in complete disarray. Her snow-white thighs were laid bare for all to see, their soft, delicate texture almost palpable even without touch.
The position of her skirt hem carried a certain implication—as though lifting it just half a foot higher would reveal that mysterious garden.
From the youth’s angle, a large portion of her fair, tender bosom was also exposed, the deep valley between them faintly visible and radiating a captivating allure. Together, the two of them wove an intensely sensual scene upon the bedding.
An unknown amount of time passed—perhaps an hour, perhaps two. The early winter sun had already risen high, signaling that the hour was no longer early.
The woman was the first to stir. Her beautiful eyes trembled slightly. Supporting her aching head with a jade-like hand, she slowly regained consciousness.
Luo Shuiling’s delicate brows were tightly furrowed. Her entire body ached in ways she could not describe. Still somewhat dazed, she could not clearly grasp her current situation and simply stared blankly for a moment.
A cold draft blew in from the window, raising goosebumps along her jade arm. Her body felt slightly chilled. The winter wind also pulled her consciousness fully back to the present.
“Why is it so cold?”
She was puzzled. She normally kept the windows closed, so why was it open today?
Instinctively, she lowered her head to inspect her clothing—only to discover that her once-neat white dress was in complete disarray, with a large portion of her bosom exposed.
Luo Shuiling closed her eyes briefly, enduring the ache, and was about to get up and change when she suddenly realized something was wrong. This was not her elegant pavilion! How had she ended up here? And in such a state of undress!?
“Mm……”
She gently rubbed her aching head. Memories surged forth like a tide from the depths of her mind, replaying last night’s events before her eyes.
(Dual cultivation…… loss of control…… Yun Hao……?)
That’s right! Where was Yun Hao? She remembered now—she had been dual cultivating with Yun Hao last night, but for some reason she had lost consciousness and fainted first.
She glanced around. This was Yun Hao’s little wooden house. He should be here, so why was there no sign of him?
A trace of instinctive feminine unease rose within Luo Shuiling. She placed a hand down to push herself upright—only for her expression to freeze the moment her palm touched something. What met her hand was not the soft bedding, but the warm, living texture of human skin.
Disbelief flooding her face, she slowly turned her gaze downward.
The youth lay there completely bare, his handsome face wearing an expression of discomfort as he remained deeply asleep.
Luo Shuiling’s pupils contracted violently. Staring at Yun Hao’s exposed body and then at her own disheveled state, a terrible possibility flashed through her mind.
No…… impossible.
She knew her place in the youth’s heart. Even if she had inexplicably lost consciousness last night, he would never have dared to do anything to her—not even if he had ten times the courage. This trust came from deep within her.
Yet an innate sense of suspicion still pointed its spear directly at Yun Hao. She was well aware of her own charm.
Countless proud sons of heaven across the Eastern Spirit Continent pursued her. If such an opportunity had truly presented itself to Yun Hao…… would he have been able to maintain his principles?
Moreover, she had lost consciousness before him. Logically, he should have covered her properly with a blanket. But when she woke, this was the state they were in……
The more Luo Shuiling thought about it, the more uneasy and fearful she became. Possibilities kept spinning through her mind. She lowered her head again. The youth’s currently bare upper body looked all the more suspicious, and the strange ache in her body only reinforced that something was not right.
After every previous dual cultivation session with Yun Hao, her body had felt warm and indescribably comfortable. This time, however, everything felt different……
She dared not think any further. She wanted to believe in the youth’s character, yet she also knew that everyone’s heart contained a dark side…… after all, she herself was living proof of that.
Luo Shuiling’s face turned somewhat pale and gloomy. Gazing at the youth’s handsome features, she recalled their past together. His smile surfaced in her heart. After a moment, she comforted herself.
(Hah…… It’s fine. Yun Hao would never have the courage. I’m just scaring myself.)
Her inner scale tipped toward trusting Yun Hao this once. Without further hesitation, she quickly rose to her feet. She could not let the youth see her in this state—far too exposed and unsightly.
She intended to return to her pavilion, bathe properly, and sort everything out. As for whether her Immortal Foundation had been fully mended, she could deal with that after handling these matters.
At the thought of the cracks in her Immortal Foundation, anxiety once again welled up inside her. The grand competition was approaching. She needed to improve her strength further, and her Immortal Foundation was the most crucial foundation of all.
A few breaths later, she had straightened her dress. The cold wind from outside lifted her long hair. Luo Shuiling’s gaze shifted toward the youth curled up in a ball—he seemed very cold.
She hesitated. She wanted to cover him with a blanket, yet the lingering suspicion toward Yun Hao in the depths of her mind still gnawed at her. Even so, she quickly steadied herself.
(Yun Hao has a kind nature. He would never do such things. I must trust him.)
With a trace of gentleness, she prepared to pull the cotton quilt from the corner and cover him.
But her movement suddenly halted. The gentle expression on her face froze. The rare tenderness had not even lasted two breaths before it was shattered.
In the center of the bedding, a small patch of blood stood out starkly against the fabric……
…………..
Luo Shuiling’s beautiful face twisted with unconcealable panic. Enormous turmoil erupted within her. The fragile trust she had just built toward the youth was effortlessly destroyed by that single bloodstain.
(No…… impossible!)
Rare panic gripped her. Whose blood was that!? She frantically swept her spiritual energy over the youth’s body but found no wounds……
Luo Shuiling refused to believe it. One moment she had been calm, yet the next she was frantic, searching madly for any injury on the youth—yet she could find none……
She panted heavily. After half a quarter-hour of confirmation, she could no longer deny reality…… There were no wounds on the youth’s body…… Then the blood……?
Blood slowly crept into her originally clear eyes. Trembling with endless panic, Luo Shuiling drew a drop of blood from her fingertip with shaking hands. Wrapping it in spiritual energy, she sent it toward the bloodstain on the bedding.
Under the influence of her spiritual energy, the two merged into one……
Luo Shuiling’s body shook uncontrollably. Her legs gave out and she collapsed straight onto the floor. Her mind went blank. That blood…… was her own……
She still could not accept it. Her face deathly pale, she forced her somewhat chaotic spiritual energy deep into her body. She had to find one particular thing. As long as that thing was still there, then nothing was wrong……
But she could not find it……
Unconsciousness…… disheveled clothes…… bloodstain…… vanished primordial yin…… She understood. She understood everything.
“Heh…… heh heh heh……”
Luo Shuiling laughed without reason. Anger twisted her originally beautiful features into something almost ferocious. She felt utterly ridiculous.
After being violated, she had still worried about that person like an idiot—fooled and spun around in circles.
Bloodshot veins filled her eyes. At this moment, the youth’s handsome face lying on the bedding looked utterly repulsive to her. Fury beyond words propelled her to her feet.
She stared coldly at the still-sleeping Yun Hao, her stomach churning.
(Disgusting!)
Without the slightest hesitation, Luo Shuiling seized Yun Hao by the throat and violently hurled him outside.
Boom! Although she had not used spiritual energy, her casual throw was still powerful enough to shatter the wooden wall. Yun Hao was flung out, half-naked, into the freezing snow.
“Ugh……”
The sudden impact drew a pained groan from the youth. Exhausted, he opened his eyes and saw his senior sister walking toward him.
Seeing that she was unharmed, he felt a sudden wave of relief. All the worry from last night vanished, replaced by a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He did not understand what had happened, but as long as Senior Sister had woken up safely, everything was fine.
The youth was about to push himself up and sweetly call out to her when a boot suddenly descended from above and stomped hard onto his face. Yun Hao froze. Struggling to speak, he managed,
“……Senior Sister, what are you doing?”
“What am I doing…… Heh. What do you think?”
Luo Shuiling was so enraged by the youth’s acting that she laughed—a laugh filled with fury.
He really knows how to play innocent. He’s kept this act up for two whole years. I don’t know whether to call him talented or just incredibly persistent. Fine then—keep pretending. Let’s see how long you can keep it up.
“What do you mean……? Senior Sister, did I do something wrong?”
Yun Hao struggled to rise, but Luo Shuiling gave him no chance. She pressed down harder with her foot while her other boot delivered a heavy kick straight into his soft abdomen.
“Uwaaaah!”
The youth’s miserable scream echoed across all of Sect Master Peak. A moment later his voice cut off as he wailed,
“It hurts! It hurts so much! Senior Sister, stop kicking me—stop stepping on me!”
Yun Hao’s cries tugged at Luo Shuiling’s nerves. A sudden wave of reluctance rose within her—she wanted to let him go.
But the moment she remembered that her twenty-four years of chastity had been taken by Yun Hao, uncontrollable rage surged back. She was so furious she even wanted to draw her sword and cut off his head.
Luo Shuiling slowly withdrew her boot. Yun Hao had a brief moment to breathe. He could not understand—why had Senior Sister suddenly started beating and kicking him?
Just as he tried to get up and ask, Luo Shuiling seized him by the throat again and lifted him into the air with one hand.
She gradually increased the pressure. The youth’s face turned from pale to a suffocated purplish-red. Survival instinct drove Yun Hao to struggle against his senior sister, trying to make her release him.
Watching him thrash and gasp for air, Luo Shuiling asked coldly,
“Still acting?”
(Acting……? What does she mean?)
Yun Hao’s eyes were filled with innocent confusion. With the only means left to him—his gaze—he questioned his senior sister. He truly did not understand what was happening.
Luo Shuiling read the message in his eyes. Her heart grew colder and more pained with every passing second.
He’s not even a real man—still refusing to admit it at this point!
She pulled the youth closer until they were face to face, her beautiful eyes staring fixedly at him.
“Still won’t admit it? Heh.”
Yun Hao shook his head in agony. What on earth was wrong with Senior Sister!? The movement only seemed to provoke her further. Her expression twisted.
“How dare you violate me!”
With another burst of force, she hurled the youth back into the wooden house.
“Puh—cough, cough, cough!”
A mouthful of blood sprayed from Yun Hao’s lips as he hit the floor, splattering across the wooden planks.
“Ah—hah—ah—hah—ah—hah～”
Yun Hao curled up on the ground in pain, covered in dirt, gasping desperately. For a moment just now, he had truly felt like he was going to die—strangled to death by his own senior sister……
Confusion and grievance filled him. What did “violate” mean? What exactly had he done wrong to make Senior Sister treat him like this?
Before he could think further, Luo Shuiling’s boots thudded back into the wooden house.
She looked down at Yun Hao, who lay prostrate on the floor struggling to breathe. That wretched appearance brought her both satisfaction and pain…… No—only satisfaction!
Luo Shuiling stared at him with icy eyes and asked,
“Do you admit it now?”
Hearing her words, the youth grew anxious, but Senior Sister’s earlier force had been too great—he could not produce any sound for the moment. Luo Shuiling saw this and forced herself to wait. Beneath her calm expression, volcanic fury still raged.
After a while, the youth recovered his voice. Hoarsely, with tears in his eyes and complete sincerity, he tried to make her believe him.
“Senior Sister, I didn’t violate you……”
(Still lying!!!!)
Luo Shuiling’s face darkened. The youth’s appearance disgusted her to the extreme. She grabbed his hair and, without hesitation, delivered a resounding slap. The blow was so heavy that it left Yun Hao’s ears ringing and his mind blank.
Tears welled in his eyes as he stared at this senior sister who had once treated him so well—now a complete stranger.
“If you didn’t violate me, then why were both of us half-naked when I woke up this morning!?”
“Last night I lost consciousness before you did. You know perfectly well what you did to me while I was unconscious!”
Luo Shuiling could no longer bear the sight of the youth’s innocent face. It disgusted her, yet also brought a trace of heartache. She demanded answers—why had he committed such a despicable, filthy act?
“……I didn’t. Senior Sister, you lost consciousness last night and forced me to continue dual cultivating. I couldn’t resist, and in the end I also passed out.”
(Heh heh heh…… Good. Very good. Now he’s even biting back and claiming I forced him. How ridiculous. How utterly ridiculous!)
Luo Shuiling no longer bothered to argue. She dragged Yun Hao by the hair to the edge of the bedding and forced him to look at the bloodstain on the sheets.
“Then explain this to me—where did this blood come from!?”
Yun Hao stared at the bloodstain and froze. He shook his head weakly, murmuring,
“I don’t know…… I don’t know……”
Watching him shake his head in a daze, Luo Shuiling suppressed the pain in her heart and the urge to kill him with one sword stroke. She kicked him away. Yun Hao tumbled into the corner.
With her back to him, her voice turned ice-cold.
“From today onward, you will leave Sect Master Peak. I am no longer your senior sister, and you are no longer my junior brother. From this moment on, we have nothing to do with each other!”
With that, she turned to leave.
Yun Hao stood there in a daze…… Senior Sister…… no longer wanted him? Endless fear crashed over him. No…… he did not want to leave Senior Sister…… he did not want to! For the first time, he lost control and cried out desperately,
“No…… no…… Senior Sister, believe me—please believe me……”
“I didn’t violate you…… You have to believe me……”
Clang!!!!
As he crawled toward her, an iron sword suddenly thrust in his direction and stabbed viciously into the wooden floor—missing his head by a hair’s breadth.
“Don’t make me say it a second time. Get out!!!!!!!”