Master, You Smell So Divine~

Another spring rain fell upon Qiongxiao Peak of Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

A celestial maiden, clutching a bamboo scroll, gazed out the window, her heart heavy with unspoken worries.

Her beauty was breathtaking, her expression aloof, with silver-gray hair cascading down, draped in a flowing white gauze robe—she hardly seemed the sentimental type.

Yet now, her brows furrowed tightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

“Alas—ultimately, I cannot escape so-called fate.”

The woman was Su Wanqing, a transmigrator thrust into a trashy heroine web novel, an unfortunate soul who had become the book’s “Queen of All Maidens,” Su Wanqing.

Due to her unique constitution and innate charm, Su Wanqing was practically a human succubus, irresistible to women!

To avoid becoming the legendary “cream puff” or triggering some unspeakable “defeat CG” in this perilous cultivation world, she had nearly perfected the art of seclusion.

Even when communicating with her sect or the outside world, she relied on transmission tokens or sent her disciple to convey her thoughts, rarely handling matters herself.

Though her disciple practiced the Heartless Path, surely immune to her allure, she was, after all, the book’s villainous female lead destined to betray and destroy her master.

As a transmigrator, Su Wanqing was determined to alter her tragic fate—whether it meant being turned into a “puff” or facing betrayal.

But every attempt to change her path was thwarted by this wretched Heavenly Dao, forcing events back on track!

Wasn’t this just denying her any chance to survive?

Bang!

The thought alone ignited her fury, and she slammed her fist on the table, venting her simmering frustration.

After all, today was the day her rebellious disciple would betray and destroy her!

All that awaited her was to accept her fate.

Knock, knock, knock!

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than a sharp knock came at the door, and Su Wanqing knew exactly who it was.

“Enter.”

“Master.”

Pushing open the door was none other than her “dear disciple.”

As the book’s ultimate villain opposing the heroine, Chen Xueli’s beauty was nothing short of stunning, perhaps even surpassing Su Wanqing’s.

Her dark hair fell to her waist, her figure slender and graceful, carrying a tray with tea for her master.

Most captivating were her crimson eyes, a mark of the unique demonic technique she had inherited.

Due to her cultivation of the Heartless Path, her demeanor was even more unapproachable than Su Wanqing’s.

“Your disciple has come to pay respects.”

“Hm.”

“Master, please have some tea.”

“Very well.”

Watching Chen Xueli offer the tea with an obedient air, Su Wanqing knew it was all a facade.

Taking the cup from her disciple, she stared at the poisoned tea within, yet drank it without a hint of hesitation.

One thousand three hundred twenty-one days—her disciple had never once failed to poison her tea over the years.

Heh, quite diligent, aren’t you?

The poison wasn’t fatal, but its effects were excruciatingly painful.

Colorless and odorless, it was nearly impossible for even renowned physicians to detect, a hallmark of Chen Xueli’s demonic technique.

Unless one was familiar with her inherited art, the poison would remain undetectable even as it took effect.

Worse still, the original Su Wanqing, merely a Golden Core elder of the minor Heavenly Sword Pavilion, would never have noticed anything amiss.

Why drink it knowing it was poisoned? Because it was part of her plan.

Even if she refused, this world’s Heavenly Dao would likely “correct” things in some other way.

Besides, a wretched life was better than a noble death.

Drinking the poisoned tea would allow her disciple to control her, turning her into an obedient puppet.

Humiliating as it sounded, it gave her a sliver of hope to survive.

Feign submission, then defy the heavens to find a way out—that was the transmigrator’s way.

If worst came to worst, she’d die without regrets.

“…Ugh…”

As expected, soon after drinking the tea, Su Wanqing felt her body falter—the poison was taking effect.

“Master, are you alright?”

Noticing Su Wanqing’s discomfort, Chen Xueli immediately feigned concern.

But her Heartless Path made genuine emotion nearly impossible, her inquiry cold and detached.

“I’m fine.”

Her disciple’s “concern” stirred no warmth in Su Wanqing’s heart, only resentment.

That feigned worry—as if Chen Xueli didn’t know exactly what she’d done.

Truly a villainous heroine, heartless and ready to betray her master without remorse—

Still, Su Wanqing maintained her composure, sipping the last of her disciple’s tea while listening to her next words.

“Master, your disciple has a question that has long troubled me.”

“Speak.”

“You once said that all cultivators pursue something—some seek immortality, others chase glory, and some merely indulge in pleasure.”

“But if your disciple’s pursuit is deemed unacceptable by the world, would you…”

Before Chen Xueli could finish, Su Wanqing’s heart skipped a beat, sensing the critical moment had arrived.

This was the key reason Chen Xueli didn’t kill her after the poison took effect—one wrong word, and death would follow.

For this rebellious disciple, “betraying her master” was the least of her future crimes.

“Living for others’ opinions is utterly pitiful.”

Su Wanqing’s eyes lowered, her body leaning lightly on her hand, gently swirling the teacup before draining it.

She knew the poison would soon take hold—this was likely their final moment as master and disciple.

“Follow your heart without shame.”

As expected, her words triggered a worsening of her symptoms—her spiritual energy grew chaotic, her strength ebbing away.

Truth be told, drinking this poisoned tea always demanded immense courage, no matter how many times she did it.

What awaited her now was her disciple’s brazen betrayal.

But Chen Xueli’s next words caught her completely off guard, leaving her stunned, her mind blank, her entire being thrown into confusion.

What followed utterly defied the original story, spiraling into something bizarre.

“What if your disciple’s pursuit, her very reason for cultivating, is you, Master?”

“To keep you by my side forever, to claim your heart solely for me, to spend my life entwined with you, or even grow old together…”

“Would you, Master, blame your disciple for this?”

“?”

Su Wanqing froze.

Those words didn’t sound like Chen Xueli at all—not just their strange implications, but their tone was wrong!

The Heartless Path suppressed emotions, yet Chen Xueli’s words brimmed with passion, her voice trembling with fervor, sending shivers through Su Wanqing’s heart.

“Master~ How does the tea taste?”

“You…!”

Looking up, Su Wanqing was dumbstruck!

The once aloof, celestial-like Chen Xueli now wore a crazed, almost deranged expression.

Her eyes sparkled with peach-blossom allure, gazing at Su Wanqing with undeniable affection, her calls of “Master” laced with complex, unspoken emotions.

It was as if she could no longer contain her feelings, unleashing them fully upon Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing’s mind was in chaos.

What was wrong with this disciple?!

Had her cultivation gone awry, driving her to madness?

Before she could process it, she suddenly realized something was off about the “poison.”

“!”

A searing heat surged through her body, as if she were burning from within, her blood racing, her breathing growing rapid.

Thud!

Overwhelmed by the sensation and weakened by her chaotic spiritual energy, Su Wanqing could no longer sit upright, collapsing from her chair toward the floor.

She struggled to prop herself up, barely avoiding the ground, clutching her chest as it heaved rapidly, consumed by discomfort.

“Hah… haah…”

Gone was her usual otherworldly poise—her face flushed, she gasped heavily, confronting Chen Xueli about what she’d done.

“This… this isn’t poison…!”

“What… what did you do?”

“How could I…”

“Hmph~”

Before she could finish, Chen Xueli approached with deliberate, unhurried steps.

The tap-tap of her shoes against the floor felt like a countdown to Su Wanqing’s doom.

Her voice was intoxicating, like a serpent coiling around its prey, leaving no room to breathe, striking straight at her heart.

“Your disciple did nothing, only wished for Master to be less cold toward me.”

“With your innate charm, Master, you were never meant to be an untouchable immortal.”

“This… is how you were always meant to be~”

As she spoke, Chen Xueli’s delicate fingers lifted Su Wanqing’s chin, forcing her to meet her triumphant gaze.

Worse still, Su Wanqing felt her disciple’s hand gently tracing her body!

Though the touch was soft and over her clothes, it felt as if nothing separated them.

Her fingers seemed to caress her bare skin, stirring an unbearable itch in her heart.

Already hypersensitive from the drug, Su Wanqing let out an involuntary whimper, her body going limp.

“Mmm~”

“See, Master? I was right, wasn’t I?”

Chen Xueli’s touch grew bolder, sending shivers of torment through Su Wanqing.

Were it not for her disciple’s presence, the drug’s strange effects might have driven even the once-aloof Su Wanqing to “entertain herself.”

“Outrageous!”

“You rebellious disciple! Don’t touch me!”

To stop Chen Xueli’s actions and prevent further audacity, Su Wanqing mustered all her strength to slap her.

She hadn’t anticipated things would spiral this far.

The emotionless, heartless Chen Xueli—how had she become so unhinged, as if possessed?

Could her unique constitution truly be so potent as to affect even this villainess destined to betray her?

Was her charm really that powerful?

No matter how she racked her brain, Su Wanqing found no answers.

Her resistance only seemed to fuel her disciple’s interest in “rushing” her master.

“Hmph—”

Facing Su Wanqing’s slap, Chen Xueli neither dodged nor flinched, catching her wrist with ease.

She held Su Wanqing’s arm, leaning in to lightly inhale its scent, her words and tone dangerously unhinged.

“Master, you smell so divine~”

“Get away!!”

Su Wanqing was on the verge of collapse—everything had gone completely off the rails—