Is she the senior sister of the Penglai Immortal Sect? (3)

Lin Qianshuang’s eyes remained tightly shut, her face etched with tension rather than joy. It seemed wounded.

Han Shengyao’s gaze sharpened, and she looked down at Lin Qianshuang’s face, a face she could never tire of seeing. She couldn’t read Lin Qianshuang’s thoughts, but she knew her disciple wasn’t happy.

This was the first time she had fallen for a woman, and she didn’t know how to express her feelings. She relied solely on her demonic instincts, driven by a need to absorb Lin Qianshuang’s warmth and leave her mark on her heart and body.

But Lin Qianshuang’s expression made it clear she didn’t like it.

Han Shengyao released the demonic energy that had been holding Lin Qianshuang captive.

Under the vibrant sycamore tree, Han Shengyao settled Lin Qianshuang on her lap, her hand gripping Lin Qianshuang’s waist. The smooth skin beneath her palm felt incredibly comforting.

Han Shengyao rested her chin on Lin Qianshuang’s warm shoulder. Despite her forceful actions, her eyes trembled with vulnerability. She couldn’t bear to hear another word of rejection from Lin Qianshuang. Only the merging of their bodies could make her feel she truly possessed her, that she had finally tasted love.

“So, in your heart, I’m worth nothing. If you want, you can treat me like a prostitute in a brothel, completely disregarding my wishes.” The disciple’s voice was cold.

Han Shengyao looked up at Lin Qianshuang, her heart involuntarily tugged by those words, a sense of panic rising within her.

“You say you like me, but you can force me, disregarding my safety.”

No, that’s not right. Her intention in doing this was different.

After seeing Lin Qianshuang’s state, Han Shengyao’s expression froze for a moment. Her disciple’s hair was disheveled, tears streaming down her cheeks. The exposed skin beneath her torn clothes was covered in the marks of kisses and pinches, leaving her looking both distressed and ashamed.

When did she manage to turn her disciple into this state?

A heavy slap landed on Han Shengyao’s cheek.

Han Shengyao was taken aback, momentarily stunned.

Lin Qianshuang wiped the blood from her lips, her gaze fixed on Han Shengyao’s head, now tilted to the side. A cold sneer curled her lips. “Han Shengyao, is it my skin or my face that you desire? Tell me, and I will give you what you want, just stop pursuing me.”

To strike a Demon Cultivator of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage was tantamount to courting death. Yet, Lin Qianshuang felt as though she was losing her mind. The thought of her own demise was lost in the maelstrom of her emotions, a torrent of pent-up anger and frustration that had finally broken free. She longed to grab Han Shengyao’s throat, force her to confess what twisted thoughts had led her to this point.

Free from the demonic energy’s restraint, Lin Qianshuang, driven by pure impulse, pressed Han Shengyao against the sycamore tree trunk. Her voice, laced with raw desperation, spilled out. “What must I do to be free? I have told you, we are not suited. I have refused everything. Master, what do you want from me?”

Han Shengyao remained silent. This unusual silence calmed Lin Qianshuang, her body trembling from the fear of her own actions. Her hand, resting on Han Shengyao’s shoulder, shook uncontrollably.

Lin Qianshuang gritted her teeth, forcing out the last words that had been trapped in her heart. Her eyes locked onto Han Shengyao’s. “Master, please, don’t be so cruel. I don’t want to destroy the last vestiges of our master-disciple bond.”

Han Shengyao, lost in a daze, was utterly bewildered by Lin Qianshuang’s words.

Han Shengyao believed that by engaging in intimate acts with her disciple, Lin Qianshuang would eventually come to love her. She was convinced that Lin Qianshuang would grow to reciprocate her feelings through these physical interactions.

Was she wrong? Why did Lin Qianshuang express such disgust and utter those words?

“Domain Lord, the Sect Master of the Beiyou Sect requests an audience. He is waiting in the side hall.”

Right Protector Su Qing, having tracked the Demon Emperor’s demonic aura, finally found her in the Tianmu Cave. He was about to report, but upon witnessing the intimate scene before him, he quickly and awkwardly averted his gaze.

“I understand. Bring me two sets of clothing.”

Han Shengyao, with a calm facade, pulled Lin Qianshuang’s hand into her arms again, shielding her body, and addressed Su Qing.

“This subordinate obeys.”

Su Qing turned and left, swiftly returning with two sets of clothing. He turned his back, and two maids approached to help Han Shengyao change her clothes. Her expression hardened, a mask of cold seriousness settling over her features. She gently pushed Lin Qianshuang away, accepting the garments and standing to dress herself. She no longer looked at Lin Qianshuang, who remained seated on the ground. Her mind was in turmoil, but she couldn’t allow those emotions to be seen in the Demon Palace.

The change of the Demon Emperor, the dwindling of the Holy Lake, and the restless Demon Cultivators plotting rebellion and the theft of the Tourmaline – all of these demanded her immediate attention. Restoring stability to the Demon Realm would take at least a decade. Her duty was paramount, and the affairs of the Demon Realm couldn’t be delayed.

As for her disciple, they had plenty of time. For now, it was best to put it aside.

Han Shengyao, her attire and hair perfectly in place, left with resolute efficiency. She crossed the threshold and walked out of the cave.

Lin Qianshuang watched Han Shengyao depart, her steps bearing the weight of the Demon Emperor’s authority. The tightness in her chest began to loosen, a flicker of relief washing over her.

Han Shengyao’s efforts had not been in vain, and she had finally found her path.

Lin Qianshuang’s vision narrowed as a piece of clothing was thrown over her head. Su Qing, witnessing the tears on her face and her torn clothes, guessed what had transpired. He had intended to eliminate her as a traitor, but her vulnerability moved him.

“The Tianmu Cave is heavily guarded, but the Tinglan Courtyard has the weakest defenses. If you want to escape the Demon Realm, leave from there,” he said.

Lin Qianshuang, clutching the garment, was skeptical. But given her current state, if Su Qing wanted to harm her, he could have already done so. There was no need for such elaborate pretense.

Su Qing, holding his sword, looked at Lin Qianshuang, a former acquaintance. As he departed, he left a message: “Left Protector, take care of yourself.”

Lin Qianshuang tore off the tattered cloth and donned the new garment. As she lowered her gaze, her pupils shifted to black and brown, and her demonic aura completely subsided. She concealed her Demon Infant cultivation level, making her appear like a newly initiated Foundation Establishment cultivator to outsiders.

Lin Qianshuang glanced behind the tree and said, “You’ve been watching the show for so long, Fellow Taoist. Why hide? I know you’re there.”

A woman in pink hesitated for a moment and stepped out from behind the tree.

The moment Lin Qianshuang saw Xiao Lanle, the original character description of Liang Jingxuan’s first meeting with Xiao Lanle popped into her mind, matching perfectly.

The woman before her had a beautiful and fresh appearance, with lively black eyes. When she turned her gaze, it was as if a gurgling blue wave flowed within them, whispering silently. Her figure was tall and graceful, standing upright like a noble pink peony, exuding an elegant and dignified aura.

A purple flower silver crown was elegantly clasped in Xiao Lanle’s misty hair. As the hairpin in the crown moved, the stone green hairband hanging on her temples fluttered slightly, adding a touch of ethereal charm.

Although Lin Qianshuang had seen Xiao Lanle briefly during the Qixi Lantern Festival, this was the first time she had seriously observed her appearance.

Seeing Xiao Lanle in person, Lin Qianshuang finally understood why she was the most frequently “ruined” by the male lead in the original text. Such a beautiful and virtuous woman, with such elegance and grace, was truly in line with modern men’s preferences.

Lin Qianshuang was torn about how to approach Xiao Lanle, wondering if she should reveal her true identity first. She remembered that Xiao Lanle hadn’t recognized Senior Sister Bai Yueguang, and the text made no mention of their meeting.

Just as Lin Qianshuang was about to speak, Xiao Lanle suddenly offered her a silk handkerchief embroidered with orchids.

Looking up at the blushing woman in pink, Lin Qianshuang saw Xiao Lanle avoiding her gaze and speaking in a shy, uncomfortable tone:

“Senior sister, you… encountering such a situation and being treated like a female demon cultivator, it must be very distressing for you. Here, take this and wipe away your tears.”

Xiao Lanle watched as Lin Qianshuang accepted the handkerchief and wiped her cheeks. Her eyes fell upon the red mark on her fellow senior sister’s neck, a mark that couldn’t be concealed, causing a slight twitch of embarrassment at the corner of her mouth.

Recalling the vivid and fragrant scene she had witnessed behind the tree, Xiao Lanle was shocked by seeing her fellow senior sister being kissed, touched, and even forced to do unspeakable things by a female demon cultivator.

The sight of two women engaging in such intimacy, the female demon cultivator’s face flushed with pleasure, was shocking. Xiao Lanle only dared to steal a few glances before averting her eyes, the scene too scandalous, too damaging to the reputation of the Penglai Immortal Sect.

Yet, the image of her fellow senior sister, bearing such a desolate expression beneath the female demon’s touch, remained etched in Xiao Lanle’s mind. What kind of pain could cause such a look of utter abandonment? Her senior sister, so young, yet seemingly weathered by the passage of time, radiating a profound loneliness.

Seeing Lin Qianshuang’s blank expression, Xiao Lanle assumed she was deeply traumatized, both physically and emotionally. Remembering that Lin Qianshuang hadn’t yet revealed her true identity, Xiao Lanle feared she might be suspected of ulterior motives. She quickly offered comfort, “Senior sister, don’t be afraid. I’m also a disciple of the Penglai Immortal Sect, and I wouldn’t harm you. This is all over now. Don’t be sad, everything will be alright. I have a bead that can conceal our presence. Come with me, I’ll get you out of the Demon Realm, and we’ll return to the sect together.”

Lin Qianshuang, unsure how to respond, simply nodded in agreement at Xiao Lanle’s sympathetic gaze.

Xiao Lanle’s thoughts drifted to Senior Sister Lin. She knew that Senior Brother Liang had come to the Demon Realm seeking her, hoping to rescue her. Seeing Lin Qianshuang, seemingly held captive as a concubine for a long time, Xiao Lanle wondered if she might know Senior Sister Lin’s whereabouts.

The thought of Senior Brother Liang’s anxious concern for Senior Sister Lin filled Xiao Lanle with a pang of jealousy.

With a hesitant expression, Xiao Lanle asked Lin Qianshuang, “Senior sister, I have a question. Have you ever heard of a woman named Lin in the Jiuchong Demon Palace? She seems to hold a position of some importance in the Demon Realm and is a disciple of the Holy Maiden of the Demon Realm.”

“…”

Under Xiao Lanle’s inquiring gaze, Lin Qianshuang pointed to herself seriously and said, “The natal spirit sword you hold is the Plain Inquiry Sword. You must be Junior Sister Xiao Lanle. There’s no need to ask, I am Lin Qianshuang. I am the Senior Sister Lin you are looking for.”