He Was Really Seen Naked

Splash—

Su Wanqing shed her clothes and stepped into the private spring. Small, but room for two or three.

The water’s warmth was perfect for a spring night—not scalding, not chilly, just body-warming.

“So it’s a purifying stone.”

Curious about the mini-spring, she waded to the center and found the secret.
A small array—common for cultivators, miraculous to mortals.

It heated and purified the water. Though called a hot spring, it was mostly ambiance.

What were the odds—an inn built on a spring, in this street, in a bustling night market?

“Truly relaxing—”

She sat, splashing water over herself. The purification array cleansed the scents.

Years in this world—she should be adapted, yet never fully saw herself as a woman.

At least in partner preference, she liked beauties.

But with innate charm bones, she daily feigned aloof detachment. Even then, suppression failed at times.

She dared not imagine fully falling to demonic ways, cultivating dual paths with her charm—progress faster than a rocket.

Few women could resist her charm plus special constitution.

Even original Chen Xueli—ruthless, longevity-obsessed—OOC’d because of her.

Unless perfected Heartless Path, any emotion would succumb to full charm.

Yet her special constitution remained a mystery—original novel mentioned it once; she was minor cannon fodder.

Attempts to understand revealed only amplified charm—no other traits.

Now, she prayed no mishaps with the righteous heroine—at least not like this rebel disciple.

To prevent another Chen Xueli, she’d intervene early—push the destined Heavenly Sword Pavilion heroine elsewhere!

Candidate ready: Red Embroidery Sect offered; gift the trouble to them.

With protagonist talent, they’d enshrine her—sparing Heavenly Sword worries.

Timeline: per Chen Xueli’s disciple mission progress, heroine debuts in three days?

“Heh~”

Three days until Chen Xueli’s nemesis—finally curbing her audacity. Su Wanqing’s mood inexplicably lifted.

If original plot had heroine join another sect, she’d recruit her to balance this rebellious girl.

Just talk—Chen Xueli’s possessiveness? A junior sister might drive her mad.

She couldn’t harm the heroine, but Su Wanqing?

“Chen Xueli, Chen Xueli—I’d love to see you eat dirt one day, truly…”

Thinking of the rebel, she glanced at the door—sarcastic quip ready, but swallowed forcibly.

“?”

The disciple, supposed dead-drunk in bed, stood there—when?!

The closed door was ajar; Chen Xueli gazed fixedly.

Too relaxed—Su Wanqing missed her arrival, her awakening.

“…”
Eyes locked long, time frozen—until Chen Xueli’s gaze drifted below the water…

“!”

Instant heat—Su Wanqing’s face burned maximally!

Mirrors embarrassed her; this was worse.

She’d never closely admired her own body.

But Chen Xueli’s look—she’d been watching, scrutinizing fully!

Absurdly exposed to the rebel?!

Splash—

She yanked a white towel from her spatial ring, wrapping tight—blocking the leering girl’s gaze!

Heart racing like drugged, flush to her neck, clutching desperately.

Good precaution—one ring kept on.

It proved useful.

Wanted to flee—but Chen Xueli blocked the door; towel small.

Any move risked exposure.

Stuck—glaring fiercely.

“Tch—”

Su Wanqing clicked her tongue at the rebel’s cunning. Impression darkened; mind spun conspiracy.

Faking drunk all along? Knowing her habits, anticipating the bath to strike at vulnerability!

But her tolerance was trash—how stand after so much?

From the start? For a day like this?
…

No—too outlandish.

If true, resistance futile—just rot.

Targeted by a long-scheming villainess protagonist? Inescapable tragedy.

Priority: handle this.

“When did you enter?”
“Faking drunk?”
“You… saw everything?”
Three questions—Chen Xueli silent.

“…”
Unbearable gaze—Su Wanqing tried words to shoo her. Useless.

“Get out!”

Chen Xueli’s face still red, eyes hazy—seemed unsober.

Drunk, acting crazy?

Next actions confirmed: drunken behavior.

“Hehe… Mas… Master~”

Unsteady, swaying—smile lost arrogance, wide and goofy.

Plop—

She jumped in, charging Su Wanqing.

“Obstruc… tion—”

Clothes hindering—she ripped them off, leaving undergarments.

The crimson dudou elicited no lust from Su Wanqing—only deeper shame.

“You… drunk—dress, go back!”

Su Wanqing averted eyes—audacious, too audacious!

Drunk hooliganism?

Peripheral vision: approaching—she retreated until cornered, helplessly watching the gap close.

Verbal pleas ignored—zero intellect now.

At least not fully stripped—no eye-needles.

Else, facing the rebel? No courage to speak.

“You… what do you want?”
“Out.”

Soon, tipsy Chen Xueli reached her.

Su Wanqing guarded the towel, fearing tugs.

Hand nearing—grip tightened.

If she acted, a Calming Mantra would sober her.

But unexpected—no excess.

To Chen Xueli, moonlight made Su Wanqing otherworldly—towel-clutching like a fallen immortal, lost in mortal ways.

“Master—”

Her hand merely caressed Su Wanqing’s face, savoring skin, blurting thoughts.

“You’re so beautiful.”