A Fateful Encounter Under the Moonlight

Zhang Xiaocha’s delicate body trembled. Her eyes blinked involuntarily, her long lashes fluttering with sheer panic. “Hehe… S-Senior Sister, hello there…”

Her soft, sweet voice was thick with fear.

Simultaneously, she stubbornly tried to rouse her inner spiritual energy once more. However, only silence answered her efforts.

For a moment, Zhang Xiaocha felt like crying, yet no tears would come.

The soft sensation against her chin caused Luo Bingning’s breath to hitch. She swiftly extended her right hand, striking Zhang Xiaocha’s nape.

In that instant, Zhang Xiaocha heard a sharp whoosh of wind by her ear, followed by a piercing pain in her neck. Her eyes widened, and her body involuntarily went limp.

‘You… you ambushed me…’

‘Damn it…’

Mustering her last reserves of strength, she flipped Luo Bingning the middle finger before succumbing completely to unconsciousness.

Luo Bingning’s gaze was tender. Her throat worked with difficulty, and her vermilion lips parted. As if possessed, she lightly caught the slipping middle finger between them.

It was soft and delicate.

Her graceful figure hovered on the flying sword. The wind rushing into her nose and mouth, its icy touch, brought a fleeting moment of clarity to her dazed expression.

Her pretty face flushed crimson, and her beautiful eyes held a hint of disbelief. “What… what am I doing?!”

Just then, a teasing voice drifted from afar.

“Isn’t that Luo Bingning? Planning to leave the sect so late?”

A flicker of panic crossed Luo Bingning’s eyes. Instinctively, she concealed her unconscious junior sister under her dark robe. But then, confusion clouded her gaze, and she murmured inwardly, ‘What… what’s wrong with me…’

‘Even if her soul is male, he would have the right to choose his own partner. Yet I, in a moment of madness, pounced on her…’

‘Why am I so flustered?’

The newcomer wore a cyan silk dress and carried a matching black bamboo oil-paper umbrella. The night was cool, the bright moon hung high, and her skirt swayed gently. With an arrogant expression, she looked at Luo Bingning with dissatisfaction.

“What business is it of yours?”

Luo Bingning’s crisp voice echoed in Ye Wanrou’s ears. Without waiting for a reply, Luo Bingning’s figure swiftly flew into the distance, gradually vanishing into the depths of the night.

“You… you…” Disbelief flickered in Ye Wanrou’s eyes.

“Luo Bingning, you’re a bastard!”

Her small fists clenched. She flung the oil-paper umbrella to the ground, and hot tears streamed down her face. Watching Luo Bingning’s retreating form, she bit her lower lip, her voice tinged with a sob. “Go on, go on! I hope a demonic beast bites you to death!”

“Alas…”

A faint sigh resonated.

A beautiful woman appeared beside Ye Wanrou, holding the discarded oil-paper umbrella. She wiped the tears from Ye Wanrou’s face and advised, “My dear daughter, there are so many disciples in the Jade Maiden Sect! Since she’s unwilling to take the Mother-Child River Water with you to conceive, then simply find someone else!”

A stubborn streak appeared on Ye Wanrou’s pretty face. “No! Since there are no men in this world, then I want her!”

Her voice paused slightly.

She suddenly looked up at Ye Qingqing, her eyes filled with hope. “Mother, why don’t you abduct Luo Bingning for me? Then your daughter can conceive with her!”

“Absolutely not! Luo Bingning is the sect leader’s chosen successor! Not only I, but even your grandmother, cannot touch her! Put away those wicked thoughts in your head, do you hear me!” Ye Qingqing’s voice was stern.

Ye Wanrou nodded, her eyes brimming with unwillingness.

The bright moon hung high, its clear light bathing the secluded valley, and leaves rustled softly.

Within a hidden cave dwelling.

Luo Bingning stumbled, her breathing ragged, and she pushed Zhang Xiaocha onto the stone bed.

Her cheeks were burning, her eyes hazy. Instinctively, she seized a boneless little hand beside her, guiding it to explore her robes.

A tingling sensation immediately coursed through her, making her delicate body tremble. She moaned, “Mmm~”

Her waterfall-like hair cascaded down, scattering wantonly across Zhang Xiaocha’s face. Seemingly uncomfortable, Zhang Xiaocha instinctively pouted, and a strand of hair slipped into her mouth, which she unconsciously chewed.

After a rustle of clothes, Luo Bingning slowly leaned down, her vermilion lips parting. She gently lifted the strand of hair from Zhang Xiaocha’s mouth, her warm breath caressing their chests, a ticklish sensation arising.

“Mmm~” she murmured, a surge of warmth stirring in her heart, causing her delicate body to soften and press against Zhang Xiaocha.

Her face was flushed, her breathing rapid, and her body unconsciously began to rub against the other.

Within the sea of consciousness of the unconscious Zhang Xiaocha, an AI synthesized voice periodically echoed.

[Luo Bingning’s Disgust Value decreased by one point. Current Disgust Value: 72]

[Luo Bingning’s Disgust Value decreased by one point. Current Disgust Value: 65]

[Luo Bingning’s Disgust Value decreased by one point. Current Disgust Value: 60]

Just then, a warm, gentle force slowly rose from Luo Bingning’s dantian. It swiftly coursed through her meridians, spreading throughout her body, and a faint, silvery-white aura began to emanate from her.

A sensation of coolness followed, and her previously dazed and infatuated eyes gradually regained a touch of clarity.

Gazing at her junior sister’s delicate body, now covered in kiss marks, Luo Bingning abruptly recoiled. She first covered Zhang Xiaocha with the black robe, then picked up her wide-sleeved immortal dress from the ground, put it on, and fled out of the cave.

A gentle breeze swept past, making her skirt flutter and outlining a graceful silhouette.

The recent memories replayed like a rapidly spinning lantern in Luo Bingning’s mind. She lightly bit her lower lip, her heart churning like turbulent tides, her eyes filled with regret.

‘How could I do such a thing…’

‘Even if my junior sister were male, he would have the right to choose his own partner. Yet I, in a moment of madness, pounced on her…’

‘How is this behavior any different from that of the demonic path?’

Suddenly, she raised her hand, palm facing her cheek, and her hand, whistling through the air, swiftly slapped herself.

Smack—

A crimson handprint instantly appeared on her cheek. The immense force caused her to collapse to the ground, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her lips, her bangs disheveled.

“Cough, cough—” she coughed.

‘If not for the Tai Shang Pure Heart Art’s automatic protection, my junior sister’s purity would have been ruined by my own hands… Feeling the surging spiritual energy within me, my cultivation actually increased by one level after only a brief contact!’

Luo Bingning’s resolve grew stronger. She absolutely could not let anyone know that her junior sister’s soul was male!

‘The horror of this Nine-Yang Sacred Soul almost made even me, who cultivates the Tai Shang Pure Heart Art, lose myself. Let alone others… My junior sister’s cultivation is still weak. If this is exposed, she will likely be reduced to a cultivation vessel for women for the rest of her life!’

‘Forever without freedom!’

Gazing at the silent valley before her, Luo Bingning pondered, ‘This place is sparsely populated; it’s where I seclude myself for cultivation, and no one in the sect knows about it!’

‘Although it’s three hundred li from the Jade Maiden Sect, it’s still within its sphere of influence. Powerful demonic beasts cannot approach, and with the lush vegetation, it’s perfect for settling my junior sister!’

Just then, within the range of her divine sense, her junior sister on the stone bed showed faint signs of waking.

Panic flashed in Luo Bingning’s eyes, and her figure swiftly darted back into the cave.

On the stone bed.

Zhang Xiaocha’s brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft whimper. Beneath the black robe, her fair calves restlessly kicked a few times, her long lashes trembling as she tried to awaken from her slumber.

Suddenly!

A hand chop landed on her neck. She let out a muffled groan and fell back into a deep sleep.

Luo Bingning’s fingertips trembled slightly. Her usually cool eyes now darted left and right erratically, her lips pressed tightly together. She stood blankly beside the stone bed.

After a long moment, she finally snapped out of it.

Gently, she unveiled the black robe covering Zhang Xiaocha, revealing her delicate body covered in intimate marks. Her originally fair face was now tinged with a fresh blush.

A gentle spiritual energy coiled around her fingertips. She lightly touched Zhang Xiaocha’s body with her thumb, slowly moving upwards, erasing all traces.

Luo Bingning’s throat subtly worked. She slowly picked up the pink undergarment and red phoenix-tail skirt from the ground, dressed Zhang Xiaocha, and then disappeared from the spot in a frantic rush.

Who knew how much time had passed? The morning light filtered through a crevice, spilling onto the stone bed. Zhang Xiaocha, deep in slumber, felt a surge of warmth. Her lips curved upwards, a glistening trace at their corner, and she murmured, “Mmm~”

“Chacha wants more to eat…”

Her fair little hand unconsciously clawed at the air.

Suddenly, her body began to struggle violently, her tender feet thrashing repeatedly under the covers.

Whoosh—

Zhang Xiaocha abruptly sat up. She looked at the stone cave, which was decorated to be exceptionally cozy, and her small head tilted instinctively. “Mmm… Wasn’t I tied up by Senior Sister? How did I get here?”

As if remembering something, she suddenly threw off the covers. “Hmm… Even the ropes that tied me are gone…”

She lowered her head, pondering for a moment, before her eyes suddenly lit up.

“Hahaha~ I know now! Senior Sister must have been scared off by the words of Lord Chacha!”

“Hmph hmph hmph~ Luo Bingning, just wait until you become my servant and warm my bed for me!”

With that, Zhang Xiaocha kicked off the blanket, her fair feet stepping onto the stone bed. With hands on her hips, she threw her head back and laughed heartily. “Hahaha~”

“Prepare to face the wrath of Lord Chacha!”

“Hahaha… hiccup~”

Suddenly!

Zhang Xiaocha’s body froze. Out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to spot a woman. The woman’s face was as cold as frost, and her once pristine wide-sleeved immortal dress was now stained with considerable blood. Even the cave itself seemed to exude a chilling, murderous intent.

Her laughter instantly ceased.