Is she the senior sister of the Penglai Immortal Sect? (2)
The Purple Heavenly Sword Ruins were fraught with danger, and Xiao Lanle’s cultivation had only reached the Nascent Heart Stage. She hadn’t yet formed her Golden Core, so Liang Jingxuan didn’t dare expose the Sect Leader’s daughter to such peril. He asked her to wait outside the ruins.
Xiao Lanle found a flat rock in the woods outside the Sword Ruins and sat down. She took out the half-read mental technique manual from her jade slip and flipped through it casually.
She kept a watchful eye on her surroundings, worried that a demonic cultivator might pass by.
This time, she had come to the Demon Realm without permission from her father, the Sect Leader, despite Liang Jingxuan’s attempts to dissuade her.
Xiao Lanle knew that Liang Jingxuan had come to the Jiuchong Demon Palace to rescue Lin Qianshuang, who was trapped there. She was worried that Liang Jingxuan would rekindle his feelings for Lin Qianshuang during the rescue attempt. Therefore, she had insisted on coming along, intending to make her presence known and give Lin Qianshuang a warning.
She wanted Lin Qianshuang to understand that she was the only person truly by Liang Jingxuan’s side.
Lost in thought, Xiao Lanle rested her elbows on the stone surface, her chin in her hand, when she was suddenly drawn to the sound of a fight above.
In the mid-air not far away, a red-clothed female demon was locked in combat with a white-clothed female cultivator. The red-clothed demon casually unleashed demonic energy, relentlessly pressing her attack, while the white-clothed cultivator struggled to defend, forced to retreat step by step.
Xiao Lanle’s attention, initially drawn to the fight, quickly shifted to the white-clothed cultivator’s swordsmanship. Her dark eyes, usually so lively, flickered with surprise. The sword moves were eerily familiar, so much so that Xiao Lanle could anticipate the direction of the next strike before it even happened.
She realized with a jolt that the sword technique was the signature style of the Penglai Immortal Sect’s senior disciples.
Xiao Lanle sprang to her feet, brushing the dust from her clothes. She stood on the ground, her gaze fixed on the white-clothed cultivator in the sky. This must be a fellow disciple, captured and brought to the Demon Palace. For some unknown reason, she had angered the powerful red-clothed demon.
Xiao Lanle couldn’t bear to see a fellow disciple in trouble. As the daughter of the sect leader, remaining indifferent would be the greatest insult.
Xiao Lanle snatched her natal spirit sword from her side and watched as the red-clothed demon cultivator struck the white-clothed woman to the ground with a palm. She planned to follow secretly and find an opportunity to rescue her fellow Penglai Immortal Sect disciple.
The oncoming palm wind knocked Lin Qianshuang’s sword from her grasp, and the wisp of demonic energy lingering on her fingers dissipated.
Lin Qianshuang endured the blow. Using Han Shengyao’s demonic energy, she expelled the beast core Xia had forced her to swallow. Seizing the moment of Han Shengyao’s distraction, she stored the core in the jade slip at her waist.
“You’ve lost, my disciple.”
A low, seductive voice reached her ears as her waist was pulled into a warm embrace.
Han Shengyao clasped Lin Qianshuang tightly, and they transformed into two wisps of demonic energy, plummeting from the sky. In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the Tianmu Cave.
Lin Qianshuang, clutching her zither, was held by Han Shengyao’s shoulders, her back pressed against a lush sycamore tree.
She felt a cool fingertip gently glide over the corner of her lips, wiping away the blood that had seeped out.
Han Shengyao, after licking the sweet blood from her fingertips, her purple eyes deepened. She leaned towards Lin Qianshuang’s lips, extending her tongue to touch the dried blood on her delicate skin, licking it clean bit by bit.
She remembered that Xia seemed to have touched her disciple, and upon witnessing that scene, she was consumed by jealousy.
Lin Qianshuang’s temples throbbed sensitively at the slippery sensation on her face. The blood in her entire body felt like it was being drawn to something, burning slightly.
Han Shengyao’s licking of her cheeks was slow, each lazy movement carrying a seductive allure. Her slightly upturned phoenix eyes, glistening with lust, openly roamed Lin Qianshuang’s body, radiating a blatant, seductive charm.
“Shuang’er, your face is red,” Han Shengyao purred, stroking Lin Qianshuang’s flushed cheeks with a hint of amusement in her eyes. Her voice was calm and unhurried, as if she were simply teaching her swordsmanship or playing the zither. “We have already shared intimacy in the sea of consciousness. You are so restrained with this simple touch. Imagine what would happen if we truly merged, if we practiced dual cultivation. Wouldn’t you cry out on the bed, my disciple?”
Han Shengyao’s suggestive words deepened the blush on Lin Qianshuang’s face, her eyes becoming unreadable. In that moment, she imagined the scene, but not as Han Shengyao had described. Instead, she saw herself pinning down the woman who was trying to seduce her, her delicate body held captive beneath her.
A surge of vengeful desire rose within her, a desire to make this domineering woman, who had threatened and coerced her, reveal her pain and tears through rough caresses and possession, to force her to abandon all her inappropriate desires.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced her mind. Through the fog, she saw a familiar face. Before she could identify it, the face was shrouded in white mist. In a hazy blur, the tormented figure with tears streaming down her face became her own reflection. She was in excruciating pain, yet she craved more, desperately clinging to the other person’s neck, pressing her body against theirs, inseparable.
The image was so real it made her feel both angry and embarrassed.
Lin Qianshuang awkwardly avoided Han Shengyao’s gaze. She knew she was doomed. The moment she could imagine those scenes, she was completely lost, beyond redemption.
“Master, we said we needed to talk.”
Lin Qianshuang took a deep breath, knowing she couldn’t escape Han Shengyao’s hand on her shoulder. She turned her head, avoiding her gaze, letting Han Shengyao know she resisted.
Han Shengyao released her grip, conceding. She stepped back, her eyes deepening as she looked at Lin Qianshuang. “Disciple, I don’t care who you were before, what your connection to the human realm was, or if you colluded with beast cultivators. Your past doesn’t matter to me.”
“I only ask one thing. If you set aside the constraints of this demon realm, are you willing to be my wife? We can cherish each other, be an ordinary couple.”
Lin Qianshuang’s gaze lingered on the ground, a slight sigh escaping her lips. The title of the Demon Realm’s most beautiful woman, coupled with the identity of the Lord of the Demon Realm, made Han Shengyao a highly desirable partner. Anyone in this world who yearned for her position could line up for miles. Yet, Han Shengyao’s affections were directed at her, a stranger who would eventually leave or be erased by the system.
Lin Qianshuang couldn’t offer promises, responses, or even her heart. As she lifted her gaze to meet Han Shengyao’s, she realized the other woman was half a head taller, a statuesque figure. Lin Qianshuang had to tilt her head slightly to look directly at her.
Lin Qianshuang met Han Shengyao’s gaze with a solemn expression, unable to disregard such heartfelt sincerity.
She stared unflinchingly at Han Shengyao, replying with solemn sincerity, “Master, I was born human, bound by a sense of morality and shame, and burdened by the honor and disgrace of my sect. We mortal cultivators cannot tread the path with carefree abandon like demon cultivators. We are constrained in everything we do.”
“Master, you are the ruler of the Demon Realm. You could find any man or woman you desire. Why would you compromise your status for someone who walks a different path, as a Taoist companion?”
Han Shengyao lazily twirled a stray strand of hair, her eyes lifting to meet Lin Qianshuang’s. Her tone was flat, “Disciple, you are refusing then.”
Lin Qianshuang lowered her head, “Master, please allow me to leave the Demon Realm. Even if I am a demon now, I want to return to my sect and see the old friends there.”
“No, I will never let you leave the Demon Realm. You stole my heart and now you want to leave? Nothing in this world is so easy.”
Han Shengyao grabbed Lin Qianshuang’s arm, her purple eyes fixated on her, a touch of paranoia in their depths. “You may not want to be my Taoist companion now, but I won’t force myself upon you. One day, I will make you willingly become my wife, dedicating everything to me.”
“Master, why are you doing this? There are so many people in the world…”
Before Lin Qianshuang could finish her argument, Han Shengyao gently pressed her index finger against her lips. Then another sensation, like a feather tickling her, as if Han Shengyao had taken her earlobe in her mouth. When she pulled away, a faint, but definite, bite mark remained.
“Don’t say another word. Your lips are so restless, it’s alluring. Shuang’er, your body hasn’t fully recovered, and I don’t want to hurt you again.”
Han Shengyao’s suggestive words made Lin Qianshuang instinctively take a step back, her mind flashing with the excruciating pain of their previous encounter. She didn’t want to relive that nightmare.
Unlike their earlier tense standoff, her disciple’s beautiful blue eyes now reflected fear, and her body trembled slightly, as if haunted by the memory of that painful experience.
Han Shengyao found satisfaction in Lin Qianshuang’s rare vulnerability. Wrapping her arms around Lin Qianshuang’s waist, she leaned in, pressing her cheek against hers. Unable to resist, she kissed Lin Qianshuang’s lips.
Lin Qianshuang tried to pull away, grasping Han Shengyao’s hand and pleading, “Master, I don’t want this now. Please don’t do this, it will distress me.”
Her gaze darted past Han Shengyao, catching a glimpse of pink clothing and a head peeking out from behind a tree. She immediately recognized who it was.
Xiao Lanle, known for her fondness for pink, was easily identified by the fleeting glimpse of her face, a face familiar from countless appearances on the system’s favorability interface.
Xiao Lanle, a straightforward woman raised with the belief in the harmony of yin and yang, held Lin Qianshuang in high regard. As a disciple of the revered sword cultivator Fairy Jinghua from the Penglai Immortal Sect, Lin Qianshuang held a special status. According to seniority, Xiao Lanle should address her as Senior Sister.
The sight of Lin Qianshuang being forced by a woman, pressed down and kissed and hugged, was a disaster Lin Qianshuang couldn’t even fathom.
“Shuang’er, last time I didn’t do a good job, and your soul was hurt. This time I won’t rush into your body again. Just touching you, I will make you feel that indescribable happiness.”
“Don’t… really don’t!”
“Master, Shengyao, Yaoyao, listen to me!”
Lin Qianshuang pushed Han Shengyao back with a look of horror, desperately calling out all the titles she could think of. But Han Shengyao remained relentless, pressing her down and pulling down half of her clothes.
The tingling sensation that penetrated deep into her bones and the trembling brought on by the touch made her cry out uncontrollably.
With her lips and tongue completely captured, Lin Qianshuang lay on the ground, her face flushed, her clothes disheveled, and her hair scattered. She almost wanted to faint, to avoid being seen in such a state by the next target of the plan. She couldn’t imagine how she would face Xiao Lanle, with whom she hoped to cooperate, after this.
Lin Qianshuang pushed Han Shengyao’s arm away and closed her eyes, accepting her fate. She felt like a dead fish, utterly lifeless.
It didn’t matter anyway. Xiao Lanle’s favorability towards her was already at zero, and a few more points wouldn’t make a difference.
Unlike the confused Han Shengyao, Lin Qianshuang’s eyes, though slightly closed, were clear as she endured the waves of stimulation. She smiled inwardly. As long as she achieved her goal, Han Shengyao’s perception of her was irrelevant.
In fact, considering Han Shengyao’s behavior, Lin Qianshuang thought it might be beneficial to have Xiao Lanle dislike her.