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April 7 - April 11, 2023
He’d only wanted to humiliate them, because that disgusting relationship of theirs elicited nothing but his contempt, and yet— And yet the, “Come with me,” that left his mouth in that instant was involuntary, and it was addressed to Shen Qingqiu.
They’d barely walked a single step when Luo Binghe said mournfully, “Shizun, is my technique really that awful?” Ah. To be honest, it was indeed awful. Really awful. Regardless of whether it was a matter of kissing, touching, stripping, or rolling around, the difference was far more than a few levels.
More than anything, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t stand just watching Luo Binghe in one of these moods. “This master will treat your arm and leg first, and once they’re healed, we can…do some exploring together,” he said in a coaxing tone. “How about that?”
Luo Binghe nodded, then with two cracks, he slotted his arm and leg back into place. He instantly straightened, using his perfectly whole hands to grasp Shen Qingqiu’s arms, a soft flush rising to his cheeks as his eyes sparkled. “I’m healed! Shizun, let’s…let’s do some exploring?”
Shen Qingqiu capitulated and went to remove his clothes himself. At this point, he could say he had some experience. He couldn’t wait for Luo Binghe to remove them; if he did, those clothes would no longer be in a wearable state. So, it was better to fully strip himself first.
But after undoing his belt and looking down, he saw that thing, already alert and erect, and all thoughts of adorability instantaneously flew off beyond the nine heavens. Fuck. The size! “Absolutely not!” Shen Qingqiu said resolutely.
Whether it was a question of girth, hardness, or temperature, this definitely wasn’t something that belonged on a living organism, right? It’d be more correct to call it a weapon, right?!
No matter how calm Shen Qingqiu kept himself, he couldn’t stop his expression from twisting. Luo Binghe had secretly been paying attention to his face the entire time. At this moment, he carefully said, “Then, Shizun, how about…you do it?” What? Shen Qingqiu thought he’d heard wrong. Luo Binghe was going to let him top? “I’m afraid of hurting Shizun again,” said Luo Binghe. “So it’d be better if Shizun did it.”
“What’s wrong with you now?” he asked helplessly. “Shizun,” Luo Binghe said, “I want to do it from the front…” You want to do me face-to-face?! Shen Qingqiu’s expression was dark. “Don’t be greedy.”
Luo Binghe was on the verge of weeping. Heartbroken, he whined, “Then why does Shizun insist on having his back to me every time?” You’re really thinking about it too much… Where do all these little moods and ideas come from, exactly?!
Cease this weeping. Aren’t you ashamed?” Luo Binghe’s following actions proved that his tears held no value whatsoever. “Oh,” he said, and the moisture vanished as swiftly as it had arrived. He shamelessly pressed his head closer, his hand caressing Shen Qingqiu’s skin.
Why did he need to teach another person how to fuck him? Having to act the master even in this situation! Shen Qingqiu truly wanted to light an entire Cang Qiong Mountain’s worth of candles for himself.
The teardrops pitter-pattered onto Shen Qingqiu’s cheek, pattering until he was left speechless. What are you crying for?! “I’m sorry…I hurt Shizun again…” Luo Binghe said in a trembling voice. Shen Qingqiu didn’t reply. “It’s because this disciple is too stupid…” Two people crying at each other. What the hell kind of situation was this?!
He had no technique at all; he only knew to thrust fervently. But it was precisely this that could strip a person of their last defenses. Shen Qingqiu didn’t know whether he was in pain or taken by bliss.
“Shizun,” murmured Luo Binghe. “Don’t…say that!” Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but plead. To address him properly as a disciple to his master at a time like this! He was going to explode with shame a hundred times over.
“The ‘me’ over there had so many people at his side, but he didn’t have you. Shizun, I searched for a long time, but I still couldn’t find you. The reason ‘I’ became like that…was it because ‘I’ didn’t have you?” A pause. “I…I don’t want to become like that.”
Demons had incredible stamina; this Shen Qingqiu knew. Male leads also had incredible stamina; Shen Qingqiu knew this as well. But that someone who shared both the demonic blood and male lead traits could last this long, that he had such profound stamina—Shen Qingqiu absolutely hadn’t been mentally prepared for that.
“In truth, Shixiong’s only looking out for you. The rumors at the foot of the mountain say these succubi adore beautiful men who are full of vigor, so if Liu-shidi insists on coming, they’ll undoubtedly target him.”
Because of the advantages of their race, succubi often had a pleasing appearance, and they rarely had a chance to encounter such violent treatment. On top of that, these ones were young and had little real-world experience. They promptly started to cry.
Shen Qingqiu rubbed his ears. “Shidi, you have absolutely no idea how to treat women gently.”
This Madam Meiyin was not only a succubus but also stunningly beautiful. Therefore, as was the way of harem novels, she and Luo Binghe had necessarily enjoyed an affair.
Don’t look at me, look that way! He collapsed it! That’s Cang Qiong Mountain’s Director of Demolitions! Want to learn how to blow things up? Bai Zhan Peak is the place to go!
Shen Qingqiu was bubbling over with excitement. Madam Meiyin had a strong preference for pretty boy faces—like those of Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge! Now that she had her sights set on Liu Qingge, would he be able to escape her demonic clutches?
In no time at all, Liu Qingge’s expression would without a doubt be spectacular. Shen Qingqiu was actually (criminally) kind of looking forward to it.
“Does this one have a cultivation partner?” How direct. No human—or other fey—had ever dared to ask Liu Qingge such a question. It was as if he’d been struck by lightning. For a moment, he seemed to be questioning whether he’d misheard her, his lips and brows twitching, his gaze a little dumbfounded; he involuntarily turned to look at Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu had never seen this sort of expression on Liu Qingge’s face before—it was almost outraged in disbelief.
Indeed, in accordance with the canon of the original work, Madam Meiyin’s fortunes and divinations regarding predestined love and foretellings pertaining to marriage were one hundred-percent accurate.
The longer Madam Meiyin looked at the petals, the more solemn her expression became. Finally, she said, distressed, “Sir, about the red thread from your past—my skill is insufficient, so I can’t…see it clearly. At first glance, it seemed like you were alone, but if I look carefully, I can catch a faint glimpse of another thread.” She concluded regretfully, “This thread has been cut… Such a pity.” Shen Jiu had once had a fiancée, but Shen Yuan was a single dog!
At last, Madam Meiyin began to speak. “Ah…the other party…is younger than you,” she stammered. “And their seniority, or perhaps their status…isn’t as high as yours.”
“Your first meeting was unhappy, and there might even have been loathing involved,” said Madam Meiyin. “But after a critical moment, that all began to change, and thoroughly so.”
Madam Meiyin raised an eyebrow. “The two of you are often together. You have both saved each other’s lives.” Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqiu was again confused. Why did it feel like not a single woman in his vicinity seemed to qualify? Ning Yingying? Liu Mingyan? No need to wonder if it was them; they were in Luo Binghe’s harem. Cross them out!
Perhaps he at times dared to think about going to Xian Shu Peak so they could be “often together,” but while he had the wicked intentions, he lacked the courage required to follow through—and he could never commit an act as depraved as stalking. In the end, he couldn’t imagine any romance between himself and Qi Qingqi.
“Your fated person has very little interest in others,” Madam Meiyin went on. “But once they find someone, their devotion is absolute.”
Liu Qingge thought for a while, his expression solemn. Then he asked, “What about appearance-wise?” Shen Qingqiu stared at him, speechless. Even I haven’t asked that! Why are you asking?! And you’re even getting to the important bits straight-on! “A first-class beauty, peerless among all humans.” Madam Meiyin said with certainty.
“What about spiritual energy? Talent?” “Outstanding talent, incredible spiritual energy, and of illust...
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Madam Meiyin nodded. “Perhaps they may endure short periods of separation, but they quickly reunite. And each time, the other party takes the initiative to chase him.” The corner of Liu Qingge’s eyes kept twitching, then he would violently suppress it, like something had greatly disturbed him.
“I’m very jealous,” she said to Shen Qingqiu. “Do you know, Immortal Master? This person is deeply in love with you.” Liu Qingge stiffly swiveled his head toward Shen Qingqiu; he wore a complicated expression that was impossible to describe. It was clearly neither joy nor anger, yet it was intensely tormented.
Liu Qingge jerked his head up and insisted, “Her fortune is inaccurate!”
Madam Meiyin whistled shrilly. Shit, not so fast! I haven’t psychologically prepared myself! At their mistress’s whistle, all of the succubi servants’ clothes exploded off of their bodies. White, white, no matter where he looked, it was all a great sea of nude white bodies…
But Shen Qingqiu was stunned to see that not only did Liu Qingge act like he had seen nothing, he was utterly expressionless as his sword swept in wide arcs, the blade flashing and trailing blood, slaughtering his foes in a frenzy.
Shen Qingqiu was baffled. “Huh?” “That thing before! She was just messing around!” “Don’t be so agitated. I never believed her.” Great Master Liu’s behavior was awfully strange; Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help glancing at him.
The more insistent he became, the more Shen Qingqiu wanted to look at him. Only then did he realize that—whether because of anger or for some other reason—Liu Qingge’s face, from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks, was now dusted pink.
“Liu-shidi, tell Shixiong the truth. Have you dual-cultivated with someone before?” “Why are you asking this.” “Just asking. You know how dual cultivation works, right?” Liu Qingge exhaled, then said through gritted teeth, “Shen. Qing. Qiu.” “All right, I’ll ask something else. Liu-shidi, right now…how do you feel?” Could he endure until they got back…? “Not good,” said Liu Qingge.
Motherfucker, he’s still at it! Liu-shidi, Peak Lord Liu, blood brother! I’m giving you the time and space you need to resolve your problem! Don’t tell me you can’t even take this kind of hint? Have you lived all your years doing nothing? Did your core consume your brain?!
When it came to coaxing others, Shen Qingqiu was an expert. Unfazed, he said, “Liu-shidi, come, come. Do you remember how we first met?”
As they walked, he ground out, “I remember. I hit you at the Twelve Peaks’ sword trials terrace!” Silence.
Shen Qingqiu replied, “Oh,” and led him deeper into the cave before asking, “Did I manage to hit you back after?” Even while running a high fever, Liu Qingge remembered to let out a conceited humph. “Of course not.”
“Then today, Liu-shidi, Shixiong shall get his due.” And then— He kicked Liu Qingge into Madam Meiyin’s rose petal-filled bathing pool.
“Liu-shidi, that was wrong of you,” said Shen Qingqiu. “Shixiong submerged you to remove the Mesmerizing Fragrance; how could you retaliate like that?” “You asked me how I felt, didn’t you?” asked Liu Qingge. “However you feel right now, that’s how I felt.”
“If you want a fight, I’ll give you one. Only losers would blame their spot for their incompetence. You bastard—who’s your Qi-ge? I dare you to say that again!”
According to the orders given to them, Yue Qi should have wailed and wept, but no matter what, he never could manage to cry. Therefore, this task had instead fallen to Shen Jiu, even though he was faking an illness that supposedly left him too feeble to weep. But he was small and his face wasn’t too unsightly to look at, so whenever he sobbed and bawled, the passersby found him pitiful and generously opened their wallets. It would have been no exaggeration to call him a money tree.
