Doing Bad Things

“I told you not to touch me!”
“Don’t push your luck!”

Seeing her disciple undo her waistband and even attempt to remove her clothes, Su Wanqing finally snapped.

Heedless of the consequences, she seized the moment of Chen Xueli’s distraction, grabbing her jade hairpin and thrusting it toward her disciple’s neck.

“Hmph—”

But how could Chen Xueli let her guard down completely? With a casual wave, she knocked the hairpin from Su Wanqing’s hand, shattering it on the floor.

“So what if I push my luck? Don’t you still have to beg for mercy?”
“What can you do to me in your state?”

“Hmph, how about this?”

To protect her honor, Su Wanqing threw caution to the wind, revealing her final trump card.

“Unless you kill me right now!”
“Otherwise, I’ll crush the distress signal in my sea of consciousness and summon the sect leader.”
“Even if you get what you want, aren’t you afraid of the consequences?”

This was Su Wanqing’s last resort—not hoping to reform her rebellious disciple, but to intimidate Chen Xueli.

Thankfully, the poison her disciple used differed from the original story.

Unlike the book, where the poison left her conscious but unable to control even her deepest sea of consciousness, this one spared her that fate.

“Afraid? Why would I be afraid?”

Chen Xueli’s response was eerily calm, as if Su Wanqing’s threat meant nothing.

“Your disciple has made thorough preparations for this.”
“Not to mention whether I’d even give you the chance…”

Suddenly, a dangerous smile curled Chen Xueli’s lips, as if certain Su Wanqing would abandon the idea.

“Or does Master wish to see the entire Heavenly Sword Pavilion destroyed?”

With that, Chen Xueli rolled up the sleeve on Su Wanqing’s left arm.

Revealed on her fair skin were a dark purple mark and a faint crimson streak.

Two types of “gu poison”?

At the sight of the dark purple mark, three words flashed in Su Wanqing’s mind: “Fallen Immortal Gu.”

In the cultivation world, anyone bearing this mark would be slain by righteous cultivators without hesitation.

Its presence signified a connection to the legendary demonic arts.

If Chen Xueli implied the entire Heavenly Sword Pavilion was affected, then Su Wanqing wasn’t the only one poisoned.

Though she didn’t know when or how the mark had been concealed, she knew that if discovered, the Heavenly Sword Pavilion would cease to exist.

Even Chen Xueli herself would be exposed—a suicidal gambit.

“Madwoman! You’re truly insane!”

Despite knowing her disciple’s unhinged nature, Su Wanqing was still incredulous at such madness.

Yet Chen Xueli countered with chilling logic.

She gently caressed Su Wanqing’s burning face, her sincerity raw.

“Insane? Isn’t this all because of you, Master?”
“With your innate charm and celestial beauty, how could I not go mad when I can’t have you?”
“Let me tell you plainly.
You taught me the Heartless Path, claiming it was the only shortcut to the great Dao of cultivation.
But how could you know? From the moment I first saw you, that path was never an option for me.”

Chen Xueli’s words held no deceit, but Su Wanqing could no longer hear them.

Tormented by the drug’s effects, she was teetering on the edge of collapse, barely holding herself together.

Noticing Su Wanqing’s near-breaking point, Chen Xueli ceased her sentimentality, baring her fangs once more, goading her master into submission.

“Rebel! Let… let me go…”

“Sigh— no matter what I say, you can’t hear it in this state.”
“I’ll let you go, but only if you beg me, Master. Serve your disciple until I’m satisfied, and I swear I’ll keep my promise.”

“You’re dreaming!”

Clinging to her last shred of reason, Su Wanqing bit her lip, fiercely resisting.

But Chen Xueli was in no hurry now. She released Su Wanqing’s wrists, calmly watching her writhe in agony.

In her current state, Su Wanqing was a fish on the chopping block—a lamb awaiting slaughter. There was no rush; she’d beg eventually.

“Still so stubborn?”
“Let’s see how long you can keep up that lofty air.”
“Just beg me, and you won’t have to endure this torment. Your disciple guarantees you’ll ascend to bliss.”

Faced with her disciple’s relentless temptation to “rush her master,” Su Wanqing clung to her moral底线.

She gripped the blanket tightly, wrapping it around herself, refusing to let go despite the heat and dripping sweat, even sneering with defiance.

“Hmph—never!”

“Rest assured, if Master doesn’t consent, your disciple won’t force you.”
“As long as you can hold out, I won’t lay a hand on you.”

“Then I’ll show you just how long I can endure!”

“Oh, really?”
“Shall your disciple cheer you on?”

Amused by Su Wanqing’s defiance, Chen Xueli couldn’t help but laugh.

Why did her master’s stubbornness feel like a sulky wife’s charm?

But Su Wanqing had no time to care.

“Hah… hah…”

Her breathing grew heavier, her exhales visibly steamy, proving Chen Xueli’s confidence was not misplaced.

Su Wanqing was in agony—*teetering between ecstasy and death* couldn’t even describe her state.

If she were alone, she would have long since “entertained herself” to relieve the torment.

But with a ravenous “wolf” by her side?

Worse, the wolf’s taunting howls kept shaking her already fragile resolve.

Su Wanqing was certain that, despite Chen Xueli’s sweet words, the moment she showed any weakness, she’d be devoured!

In this state, let alone “relieving” herself, she didn’t dare show even a hint of faltering!

“…”

Desperately enduring, Su Wanqing finally succumbed, fainting from the strain.

“She passed out?”

Seeing this, Chen Xueli was both exasperated and amused—she hadn’t expected Su Wanqing to endure until collapse.

But she wasn’t impatient. The most crucial step had already been taken.

With her master so close, she was certain Su Wanqing would be hers alone.

“Sigh—”

Chen Xueli sighed, sitting beside the unconscious Su Wanqing. She slipped an antidote pill into her mouth, letting it dissolve and absorb naturally.

When she awoke, aside from lingering weakness, there’d be no side effects.

Gazing at the utterly defenseless Su Wanqing, Chen Xueli merely chuckled, her jade finger tracing her master’s flushed lips, her tone resolute.

“When you wake, your disciple has a grand surprise for you~”
“Master, you—can’t escape!”

With that, Chen Xueli leaned down, beginning her wicked deeds…