No…no! Someone will…someone will see us!

“Phew—”

In the end, reason prevailed. No matter how her body screamed for relief, Su Wanqing held firm.
Setting aside the hungry wolf beside her, her Golden Core Venerable dignity alone forbade such degradation.

“…”
She silently recited the Calming Mantra to combat the unbearable craving.
Though barely effective, it at least kept her thoughts from spiraling.

Plip—

A bead of fragrant sweat fell into her teacup.

Su Wanqing could no longer stay composed—her chest heaved, breaths coming in heavy gasps.

Yet to avoid Qiao Jinxuan’s notice, she controlled even her labored breathing.

Thanks to Chen Xueli’s earlier cue, Qiao Jinxuan’s focus stayed on the entrance, easing Su Wanqing’s burden.

Only now did she realize how thoroughly this rebel had her in her grasp.

Even her breaking point was perfectly calculated.

Chen Xueli wouldn’t have redirected Qiao Jinxuan’s attention at the exact moment she was about to crack otherwise.

“Haa— haa—”
Su Wanqing felt like a thief, terrified Qiao Jinxuan would spot her abnormality.

“Heh~”
Chen Xueli had shifted Qiao Jinxuan’s gaze—but not to help conceal.

It was preparation for her next move to torment Master.
Seeing her beauty’s suffering, she knew Su Wanqing couldn’t last until departure.

Without Qiao Jinxuan, Master would’ve begged long ago.
She was likely reciting the Calming Mantra to suppress desire.

Safe, but if she endured, it’d ruin the plan.
This was Chen Xueli’s second time cursing Qiao Jinxuan’s interference.

Imagining the once-aloof immortal lord begging in enchanting delirium thrilled her.
This would shatter Su Wanqing’s rigid boundaries.

Outside—in a red-light brothel—far beyond their Qiongxiao Peak play.
Entering the brothel itself had already lowered her limits.

“?”
Mid-mantra, Su Wanqing felt Chen Xueli grasp her hand.
Opening her eyes instinctively, she met the infuriating smirk.

She knew the rebel didn’t want her enduring smoothly—and tried to shake free.
Though the grip felt comforting, it was a trigger that could break her.

But as she moved, Chen Xueli whispered a warning.

“Master, if you don’t want Qiao Jinxuan noticing, feel free to fling my hand away.”
“You can’t without force—but force will make my hand swing, creating noise to draw her attention.”

“You… shameless…”

Su Wanqing cursed verbally but honestly stopped struggling, letting the rebel hold her.
With tacit permission, Chen Xueli grew bolder.

First fingertips, then the back of her hand, then palm—finally interlacing fingers.

Fearing Chen Xueli would escalate recklessly, Su Wanqing didn’t resist.

She even cooperated, spreading her fingers when the rebel sought to entwine.

But her compliance only fueled Chen Xueli’s audacity.

She encircled Su Wanqing’s willow waist, resting her head on her shoulder, sighing contentedly:

“Master says she hates it, but her body is honest.”
“Such soft, boneless hands—this slender waist fits perfectly in one embrace.”
“Your disciple is truly blessed.”

“Hmph—”
Su Wanqing huffed coldly, refusing response.
She knew it was interference—straightened her back, letting the rebel hold her in an awkward pose, eyes closed, reciting the mantra.

The rebel called her waist soft?
She’d show her hard!

“Pfft—”
Feeling Su Wanqing’s childish defiance, Chen Xueli couldn’t hold back a laugh.

Who knew Master had such an adorable side?

She still had much to learn about this stunning beauty—
Amid their intimacy, Qiao Jinxuan suddenly called back to Chen Xueli.

“Senior Sister! He’s leaving!”
She’d spotted the suspect—eyes locked on the man paying to exit, terrified he’d vanish if she blinked.
Thus, she never glanced behind, missing their closeness—just staring wide-eyed, fixated.

“Mm, Junior Sister, chase him.”

“Yes!”

Overexcited and nervous, Qiao Jinxuan bolted at the command—brain on autopilot.
Only after catching and questioning him did she realize why Su Wanqing and Chen Xueli hadn’t followed.

“Damn it!”

As the suspect left, Qiao Jinxuan pursued—nearly ambushing, but he reacted first.
Left with no choice, she shouted to disrupt him.

“Stop!”

While Qiao Jinxuan raced in a frenzy of speed and passion, her teammates—Chen Xueli and Su Wanqing—remained seated upstairs, unmoving.

“Aiya~ The nuisance is gone~”
“Master, you don’t have to hold back anymore.”
Watching Qiao Jinxuan depart, Chen Xueli smiled satisfactorily—this junior finally did something right.

“Master, keep waiting for your clue. Your disciple will join Junior Sister to catch him.”
She rose to leave.
But before two steps, as she released her hand—denying the antidote—Su Wanqing yanked her back, slamming her against the wall.

“What is Master doing?”
Chen Xueli’s corner seat, shielded by pillars and curtains, kept their actions unseen.

“Give it…”
Su Wanqing couldn’t endure another second—having lasted until their departure, her demand for the antidote was righteous.

“Give you?”
“Is Master that desperate?”
“But here, you’d be seen.”

Chen Xueli played dumb, feigning misunderstanding.
She pressed a hand below Su Wanqing’s navel, head on her shoulder, whispering temptingly:

“Why not rent a room from the madam—for some fish-and-water joy?”
Su Wanqing fumed—she knew it was deliberate.
To stop the nonsense, she suppressed her ragged breathing, barely stating her need.

“You know… it’s not… not that—it’s the antidote.”
“Quick… give it.”
But unexpectedly, Chen Xueli turned rogue, denying the time was up.

“But it’s not time yet?”
“How can Master break her promise?”

“Liar!”
“Qiao Jinxuan left—you were going too. Isn’t that the time?”
Hearing Su Wanqing’s confident argument, Chen Xueli sneered.

“What if your disciple doesn’t chase?”
That shattered Su Wanqing’s defenses—she slumped powerlessly.

She’d have to yield.
From the start, this rebel never intended easy relief.

“What exactly do you want?”
Su Wanqing stopped struggling—she knew there was a goal.

Simple: Chen Xueli held a pill between her lips—meaning clear.

“Antidote’s yours—if you take it yourself.”

“People will see!”
Su Wanqing instinctively scanned around, fearing notice.

But even warned, Chen Xueli wouldn’t budge.
She held the pose, waiting for Master to claim the pill from her lips.

“Right here. If Master doesn’t decide soon—”
“Not only will you be seen, the pill will melt.”

“Fine… fine!”
No choice—Su Wanqing agreed.

Further delay risked spiritual sea damage.

After a pause, she stood shakily—nothing ventured, nothing gained. Eyes closed, heart steeled, she kissed.

“Mmm—”
Her hands interlaced with Chen Xueli’s, pinning her to the wall—to steadily retrieve the pill.

“Mmph?!”
“Heh~”

But Chen Xueli denied her the chance. Her gaze melted with affection, savoring deeply.

Then a faint wicked grin—she’d held the pill in her mouth, not on her lips.

Meaning clear: for the antidote, Su Wanqing must touch lips… and tongue.