Is My Disciple’s Blood Tasty?

“…”
Su Wanqing didn’t hesitate. To dispel the drug, she pressed further.
But after searching, no antidote was found.

Chen Xueli, smug, savored Su Wanqing’s initiative.

She’d hidden it deliberately—to prolong even a moment’s contact.
Despite twists, Su Wanqing finally located and swallowed it.

“Mmm—!”

But Chen Xueli wouldn’t let her escape easily.

The instant Master took it, she switched from passive to active—until swallowed, then bit her lip bloody.

“Hiss—”
“Master, is your disciple’s blood that tasty?”
“Always taking a sip.”

Chen Xueli touched the wound; her finger tipped with blood.

Good reflexes—elsewhere would’ve hurt more.

“Punishment for this unfilial, promise-breaking disciple.”

Su Wanqing huffed, wiping her own blood—excitement bit her tongue too.

The antidote worked as fast as the poison; seconds in, discomfort faded.

Regaining breath, she avoided embarrassment and ruin.

Unnoticed: Chen Xueli’s conditioning succeeded.

Despite intimacy, no rejection—just flushed, thrilled, not ordinary stimulation.

Boundaries eroded repeatedly; anger now only at public rebellion.

Chen Xueli denied all accusations, defending.

“Call me untrustworthy or unfilial—I deny both.”
“I kept my word; Master didn’t endure the time.”
“I placed it on my lips—never promised it stay there. Where’s the breach?”
“Unfilial? Growing old together counts as caring for elders, no?”

“No point in your sophistry.”

Su Wanqing ignored, leaving without looking back.

“Let’s go—Qiao Jinxuan will notice.”

Debate was pointless—waste of breath.

Could it make the rebel abandon her destined marginal master?
Impossible now.

What did Chen Xueli even like about her?

Couldn’t she change?

But prying her true thoughts? Not yet.

“Fine, all yours.”

Chen Xueli paid and followed.

Tracking Qiao Jinxuan’s marks, they found her subduing the suspect.

Seeing them, tense Qiao Jinxuan relaxed.

“Phew—”
“Elder Su and Senior Sister Chen.”

“Mm.”

Su Wanqing nodded, eyeing the bound man—ripples in her heart.

As in the original: wrong direction.

With her variable, would tragedy repeat?

A Heavenly Dao probe—if demon-slaying succeeded, some things changeable; she could live freely.

Backup plan ready—derail plot regardless.

Either way, self-determined, not fated.

True heroine approaching soon.

Composing, flush gone, aloof again, she asked:

“Speak what you know.”

“Yes…”

Knowing answers, just formality.

After Qiao Jinxuan’s report, en route to Elder Yang:

“I see. Not your minor demons—a Golden Core fox demon.”
“Tell Elder Yang clearly—keep disciples safe from it.”

“Oh…”
Qiao Jinxuan blinked, surprised.

“Then disciple returns.”

“Mm, go.”
Qiao Jinxuan left with the man.

“…”

Watching her fade, Su Wanqing glanced at unmoving Chen Xueli—why not follow?

Arms crossed, charm scent normal—no need for concealment—she shooed irritably:

“Aren’t you going?”

“Master driving me away?”

“Mm.”
Facing puppy-abandoned eyes, Su Wanqing’s annoyance unmasked—nodded firmly.

“Can I take it as killing the donkey after unloading?”

“Call it that. Don’t you return with Qiao Jinxuan?”

Expected departure—instead, shamelessness.
Chen Xueli shrugged innocently—flawless logic left Su Wanqing sighing, stumped.

“Elder Yang wants her—why me?”

“…Fair.”
“Then I leave.”

Unwilling to see more, Su Wanqing turned.

Few steps—stopped.

“Hey, Master—getting late. Seeking an inn?”

“So what?”
“What do you want?”

Relaxed Su Wanqing instinctively retreated, wary.

That look never boded well.

“Did Master forget your promise?”

“Uh…”

Embarrassed—would’ve forgotten without reminder.

“No worry—returning with me needs no new room; wasteful.”
“My room has a big~ bed~ for~ two~♡”

Su Wanqing paled.

Recalling the dangerous smile when agreeing to the inn—and now triumphant grin.

Trouble brewed!

Why stress big bed room?

Big… big bed?

What… what did she plan?!