Chapter 12: You’re the One Who’s Even Cuter

Qiu Ming slumped against the tree root, fragrant sweat soaking her, so angry she ground her teeth.

Her mature face was flushed, tinged with blood, as if drunk, the aftertaste lingering long.

Alas, the butcher’s knife is in someone else’s hand, and I am just a fish on the chopping board.

Her Nascent Soul cultivation was utterly useless.

Opposite her, the young man in white robes sat cross-legged, quietly refining the Tribulation Spirit, benefiting greatly.

“I wonder who it was, just now holding on so tight, afraid even a single drop would leak out.”

“I…I was under the spell of your wicked art!”

Qiu Ming gritted her teeth in resentment, too ashamed to speak of it.

“Don’t give me that. If we’re talking about devious arts, I learned from you so-called righteous sects. I only sealed your qi sea—I didn’t even use Blood Seduction, and yet the fairy was already arching her back like a red lotus. Looks like you’re always burning with passion. Do you often cultivate by yourself, digging deep into your field?”

Lin Wu mocked softly, deepening the erosion of Blood Enchantment, shaking her resolve and bending her will.

“Shut up!”

Qiu Ming clutched her undergarments, her red robe disheveled and black hair a mess, obviously pierced at her secret, eyes darting away.

The disciples of the Kunlun Snow Lotus Sect were famed for their purity, appearing cold and proud, always cultivating in bitter cold, warming and quenching their thirst with blood.

But their realms advanced too quickly, their Dao hearts suppressed for too long, and the backlash could be terrifying.

Once the icy skin and jade bones melted, it was like a snow avalanche—utterly uncontrollable.

“Still, I didn’t expect that, for all your flirtatious airs, the Red Pellet was still there. I won’t be shy about accepting it.”

The Elder was slightly older, her lush figure newly bathed in the clouds and rain now all the more alluring. Her over-the-knee red socks had several burned holes, the taut white flesh visible, unbearably enticing.

“If you want to kill me, just do it. Why humiliate me like this?”

Qiu Ming shut her eyes, grief rising at such humiliation.

Since her Dao seeking began, let alone desecration, she’d rarely been close to men.

Always hunting geese, and now, today, a goose pecked her eyes out.

To fall to a mere Golden Core brat was something she never expected.

Two hours passed, and the isolating formation’s power faded.

A wave of spiritual energy drifted on the wind. Both sensed someone approaching—one alarmed, one elated.

Lin Wu’s gaze sharpened; a jade ruler flew from his hand like a hidden weapon!

The passing cultivator was so startled she fell out of the air, yelping, and landed on her butt.

A white-haired girl, cute as could be, rubbed her sore spot, face full of innocence.

“It’s me!”

Yao’er, that hurt!

“What are you doing here?”

Lin Wu asked in surprise. Yunmeng Yao stuck out her tongue, muttering in a small voice.

“You went toward the Medicine Garden behind the peak for so long, I got worried.”

And then, upon arriving, she stumbled into this explosive scene. Clearly, something unexpected had happened.

Qiu Ming was overjoyed, hope rekindled, and hurriedly called out, “Meng Yao, he’s a demonic spy who infiltrated our sect! You’re no match for this villain, go quickly to Qinghan Hall and report to the disciplinary Elder—have him executed at once!”

She didn’t expect the little White Lotus to stand still, big eyes staring at her instead. Was she angry at…her?

Lin Wu was amused, spreading his hands.

Qiu Ming’s heart plunged to the bottom again, her eyes full of disbelief.

“You… You already knew? So you two are in cahoots?!”

Yunmeng Yao said with annoyance, “What do you mean in cahoots? I’ve always belonged to him—ah, no, he’s always belonged to me! Elder, bullying the younger generation like this—how shameless!”

?

Lin Wu nearly burst out laughing.

I haven’t even spoken, and this little White Lotus is already shielding me.

“Yunmeng Yao! As the White Lotus direct disciple, you brought an unknown demonic cultivator into the sect. What punishment do you deserve!”

Qiu Ming’s eyes blazed, almost spitting blood in rage.

Piecing the events together, it was obvious someone had invited a wolf into the house, ruining her reputation.

“You’re the one who was greedy and gluttonous. What’s it got to do with him? Was anyone forcing you?”

Yunmeng Yao shook her head, sharp-tongued as ever. Of course she could guess what had happened here.

Besides, Lin Wu wasn’t just a junior disciple. By seniority, he’d have to be called Sect Master Immortal Lord.

Both involved blood-sucking (points)—if he was a demonic cultivator, weren’t they all?

Now she seriously doubted the integrity of her sect!

“I… I…”

Qiu Ming was left red-faced, unable to argue.

“Indeed, I am a disciple of Snow Lotus Sect. How can you call me ‘unknown’? I’ve come back to carry forward our sect’s spirit of unity!”

Lin Wu crouched in front of Qiu Ming, lifting her chin, returning her own tactics against her.

“If the fairy is sensible and serves me well, not only will you come to no harm, you’ll even be granted a stroke of fortune.”

Qiu Ming’s throat bobbed, uncertain and suspicious—just who was this youth?

But such deliciousness was indeed rare.

“Are you… serious?”

“You’re in no position to bargain. Either perish, or acknowledge me as your master.”

“…..”

“Through normal cultivation with the Snow Beauty Sutra, your talent caps out at Nascent Soul. But what Mu Bingxin can’t provide, I can supply all day long.”

“…..”

Qiu Ming hesitated a moment, then nodded in defeat, submitting to the Blood Source Will. Her Jade Palace no longer resisted the searing brand.

Sensing Blood Enchantment’s complete formation, Lin Wu curled his lips.

The drive in the Snow Lotus Sect’s people really was something else.

“Eat up. Only when you’re full will you have strength to work.”

Lin Wu pulled the fairy’s head onto his shoulder, addressing both Qiu Ming and Yunmeng Yao.

“Really… Is it okay?”

Yunmeng Yao watched as Qiu Ming feasted with pleasure, face flushed with bliss, and swallowed nervously.

As the White Lotus direct disciple, partaking in the Elder’s Red Lotus was an enormous taboo. Usually, she only received one paltry serving from the Hall per month.

“Fairy, drooling and panting doesn’t make your argument any more convincing.”

“Gulp, then I’ll start!”

Little White Lotus opened her mouth wide and took a polite bite on the Elder’s arm.

Nom nom nom…

Qiu Ming shot Yunmeng Yao a venomous glare, panting hard in Lin Wu’s embrace.

Since there was no escape, she might as well take in as much as possible.

The three were entwined in a bizarre posture.

After a deep exchange, Lin Wu sent a message, smiling and waving.

“As you command.”

Qiu Ming bowed deeply, sashaying away with a sigh, both reluctant and ashamed.

Her cultivation had indeed progressed rapidly, but now she was bound to another—blessing or curse, she could not say.

A Nascent Soul cultivator’s appetite was no small thing. Lin Wu expended a great deal of blood, leaving him a bit pale.

But Elder Qiu Ming was now thoroughly “infected,” brimming full.

“Hmph! Elder Qiu Ming is the worst. I knew she wouldn’t let you go—still let her get the drop on you. By the way, how did the Red Lotus taste?”

On the way back to the sect, Yunmeng Yao’s voice was sour, clearly displeased at having to share her precious treasure.

Now, not only was Master watching, but even the Elder was eyeing him hungrily.

Hmm, actually, I was the one who deliberately showed a weakness…

Lin Wu didn’t explain. Too lazy to ride a flying tool, he jumped onto the White Lotus girl’s back, nestled against her shoulder, breathing in her soft fragrance and pinching her tender cheek.

This girl just gets cuter every day.

“Average. She’s too loud and annoying. You’re the one who’s even cuter, just like a little piglet.”

“I am not!”

Yunmeng Yao giggled, puffing up her chest, rather proud.

So I really am different in his heart~

Self-capture progress: 80%

“So… do you still want to listen tonight?”

Yunmeng Yao tapped her finger shyly, head lowered.

A girl’s spring heart, as bashful as a young wife, afraid her husband would be stolen away by some wild woman, unwilling to let him leave.

“Listen to what?”

Lin Wu held back his laughter, feigning surprise.

This little lass always acted coy, as hard-mouthed as she was soft-bodied.

He’d ignored her for a while, and now the fairy was fiercely possessive.

Who’s the real captive here!

“You’re so annoying. That one.”

Yunmeng Yao stomped her foot in embarrassment.