You traitor!

【Congratulations to the host for successfully achieving a true result once. Reading target data… Reading complete. Simulator panel has unlocked a brand-new module. Please check carefully. Wishing the host an early ascension to immortality.】

When Cao Xueyan noticed this message, her simulator panel had already changed.

Under the “Cultivation Realm” column, the words 【Talisman Crafting】 had appeared.

Thus, her panel now looked like this:

Host: Cao Xueyan

Realm: Qi Refining, Seventh Layer (700/380)

Talisman Crafting: Not yet initiated (1000/15)

Simulation Attempts: 2

Cultivation Points: 390

In other words, she could now allocate cultivation points into the art of talisman crafting?

This was monumental news.

It meant that from now on, talisman crafting would no longer be her weakness.

Instead, it would become a great advantage in her cultivation journey.

As long as she had simulation attempts, as long as she had points, she could infinitely add to it!

Wouldn’t her road to immortality be smooth from now on?

Cao Xueyan had never thought that after being forced by Xiao Menglan, such a benefit would appear.

For a moment, the suffocating knot in her heart eased somewhat.

Now she truly did not know how to face Xiao Menglan.

On one hand, Xiao Menglan was a stable source of simulation attempts.

A dignified, righteous Golden Core Real Person, not the sort to throw someone away after taking them to bed.

On the other hand, Xiao Menglan had taken her body.

Even now, the bedding still bore specks of blood, stinging her eyes.

Recalling Xiao Menglan’s greedy demands last night, her dantian seemed to burn with fire.

Xiao Menglan did not know about the simulator.

She only saw the child staring blankly ahead, soulless, pitiful.

Thinking of her own beastly actions, Xiao Menglan wished she could slap her own beautiful face.

What had she done?

This child was still young, and had to suffer such a thing—by her own elder no less.

Such a matter could not be spoken aloud, no chance for justice.

Anyone would feel helpless, yet Cao Xueyan neither wept nor raged.

That strength of heart alone was rare.

At that thought, Xiao Menglan suddenly felt that taking her as a disciple might not be so bad.

Her talismans were all complete.

Stacking them into a thick bundle, Xiao Menglan, seeing Cao Xueyan unresponsive, pulled her hand and placed them into her palm.

“These talismans, keep them well. When you leave the sect to temper yourself, don’t save them—your life matters most. If you run out, come to me for more. However many you need, I will give them.”

Her voice was tender, more like a lover whispering than a teacher instructing.

After all, they had already shared the reality of husband and wife.

Though forced, the traces on the bedding could not lie.

Cao Xueyan looked at the talismans, but her heart held little excitement.

Now, she could also invest points into talisman arts.

Though one thousand points was steep, with effort she could achieve entry within half a year.

By then, she would be a first-rank talisman master—making these would be effortless.

She placed the bundle into her storage pouch.

That small pouch, given to her when she entered the sect ten years ago, had never been so full.

It felt almost wrong—such a shabby pouch, following such a poor owner, finally seeing real treasures after so long.

Xiao Menglan sat in silence, wondering how to face her from now on.

Truthfully, as a Golden Core Real Person, even if she trifled with an ordinary disciple, few would dare speak.

Some might even envy the one who lay in her bed.

But Xiao Menglan would not treat it so lightly.

Part of it was because Cao Xueyan’s face was so like her deceased Dao companion.

No matter what, she would take responsibility.

Even if Cao Xueyan’s talent was poor, she would spare no effort to teach her.

Only then could her Dao heart remain unashamed before Heaven and Earth.

Thinking thus, Xiao Menglan again raised her handkerchief, wiping away Cao Xueyan’s tear-stains.

This time, Cao Xueyan did not avoid her.

Xiao Menglan’s touch was soft, as though tending a precious artifact.

Yet in her mind, she replayed the weeping, rain-soaked beauty of last night.

Those brows and eyes—soft, yet stubborn.

Those lips—sweet to taste, yielding charming sounds when pressed.

Unknowingly, Xiao Menglan began savoring the memory of that soul-shaking night.

The distance between them shrank, their breaths mingling hot and damp.

She set down the handkerchief, leaning closer, testing.

Cao Xueyan’s face flushed red, every breath full of Xiao Menglan’s scent.

Overwhelming sensations drowned her mind.

Though she wished to forget last night’s humiliation, the memories spun like a lantern reel.

Xiao Menglan, of course, was breathtakingly beautiful.

Surely a rare beauty even before cultivation, and now her immortal grace only heightened it.

Yet such a fairy now bore a timid longing, eyes hazy, seeking her permission.

The atmosphere lingered, taut, until Cao Xueyan lost patience.

She thought of how Xiao Menglan had taken advantage all last night.

Today was her chance to turn the tables!

Without thinking, she acted before reason, leaning forward.

Xiao Menglan did not resist.

Like a powerless mortal, she let herself be embraced and pushed down.

The untouchable fairy fell into the dust of the mortal world.

Cao Xueyan knew nothing of such matters.

After pressing Xiao Menglan down, she was at a loss.

Seeing this, Xiao Menglan smiled faintly, and, taking on her role as teacher, guided her hand by hand.

New knowledge, brazen and shameless, invaded Cao Xueyan’s mind.

Like parched soil, she absorbed it hungrily.

One debt repaid with another—soon Cao Xueyan grew adept.

In that quiet chamber of the Moon-Inviting Palace, the lofty master lay beneath, while the humble disciple took her fill.

“Yan’er…” Xiao Menglan called out tenderly.

“This time, Master finally got my name right,” Cao Xueyan teased between movements.

Xiao Menglan blushed—perhaps at that word, “Master.”

It was like a hidden switch, always igniting forbidden feelings within her.

“From now on, you must always call me that. If you call wrong, Master must obediently accept punishment.”

“You rebellious disciple…!”

Cao Xueyan cared for nothing else.

Today, she would truly trample her master beneath her!