Sinking into the Land of Tenderness

“Ahem, ahem, Senior Brother, you and the honorable auntie can take your time talking.
I’m just going to go change.”

Seeing Lu Qiancha’s about-to-erupt expression, Gan Tang quickly gave two dry coughs to find a graceful exit and slipped out of the room as if her feet were oiled.

“Sigh, this little junior sister of mine, she’s still such a handful…”

Lu Qiancha watched the hastily retreating figure, shaking her head with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

She then turned to Xun Xue with a slightly apologetic tone, “I’m sorry, you had to see that.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.
In fact, I find it quite interesting.”

Xun Xue’s eyes curved into crescents, her smile sweet, yet her gaze seemed to pass through a hazy mist.

“To have such a lively and playful friend by your side… is a very fortunate thing, you know.”

Within that gentle tone, a trace of sorrow, sealed away by the years, was clearly hidden.

Lu Qiancha keenly caught that fleeting touch of melancholy but did not press the matter.

Everyone has their own past, filled with regret or nostalgia, locked away heavily in the depths of their hearts.

Perhaps in Xun Xue’s long life, there had once been a similar figure, who now remained only in memory.

She was, after all, only a “stranger daughter” who had known Xun Xue for a mere few days.

To offer empathy or deep words on such a shallow acquaintance would only be unwelcome.

Lu Qiancha took a small step, silently retreating towards the old meditation cushion in the corner, wanting to give her some undisturbed space.

But the moment her foot moved—

Xun Xue snapped back to her senses, pouting like a strict parent as she teleported right in front of her.

“At night—absolutely!
No!
Staying up late!”

“Wait—”

Without allowing for any argument, a slender but irresistible hand had already grabbed the back of her collar.

The next second, Lu Qiancha was like a kitten being lifted by the scruff of its neck, instantly deposited onto the hard, straw-stuffed bed.

“Xun…”

Just as Lu Qiancha was about to struggle and explain, she was silenced by a feigned glare from Xun Xue and could only sigh in resignation.

“Ahem, Mother, my disguise earlier consumed a great deal of spiritual energy.
If I wait until tomorrow to replenish it, I’m afraid it might be too late.”

“Hmph, no means no.”

Xun Xue drew her arm back, smoothly wrapping it around Lu Qiancha from behind and pulling her into an embrace.

She rested her chin lightly on the top of Lu Qiancha’s head, her tone carrying an undeniable intimacy.

“Staying up late damages your spirit and your skin.
If I catch you, I’ll spank you.”

A warm breath brushed past her ear, carrying a half-joking, half-serious threat.

“…….”

The mention of a spanking instantly silenced Lu Qiancha.

The eight hundred strikes from Wan Shuang had left a considerable psychological scar…

“Be good, sleep well.
You can cultivate tomorrow during the day.”

Xun Xue spoke to Lu Qiancha in a tone used to coax a child.

As she spoke, a fluffy, soft, blue tail, as luxurious as the finest fox fur, considerately curled over and was gently tucked into her arms.

“Here, hug this while you sleep.
It’s very warm~”

“Sigh…”

Lu Qiancha felt utterly helpless.

She could only close her eyes and drift off to sleep, awaiting the arrival of the next day.

The next morning.

The morning dew had not yet dried, and the peak of Tianquan was wreathed in clouds and mist.

It had been seven or eight years since Xuan Ya had been this happy.

She walked with a light step, the wind catching the corners of her sleeves, humming a half-forgotten tune of the “Rainbow Skirt Melody” she had heard somewhere, her every move overflowing with an unconcealable joy.

As she passed by Lu Qiancha’s cottage, she paused and called inside with a beaming smile, “Qiancha?
Are you cultivating?”

Inside, the figure on the bed jolted violently!

Lu Qiancha was so startled she nearly rolled out of Xun Xue’s arms.

In that split second.

She forced down the frantic beating of her heart, circulated her spiritual energy to hastily adjust her vocal cords, and imitated Lu Qiancha’s deeper voice, calling out the door, “Replying to Master, your disciple is taking a short rest today to quietly recuperate.
I will resume cultivation tomorrow.”

The moment she finished speaking, she scrambled out of Xun Xue’s embrace, preparing to put on her disguise and open the door for her master.

But just then, Xuan Ya chuckled and said, “Resting is good as well.

Your master must also continue her secluded cultivation.”

“You did well this time.
I presume you used your poisons to save Martial Niece Shangguan Yunzhu from Creation Peak.
You have truly brought glory to our Tianquan Peak.”

At this point, Xuan Ya’s tone shifted as she instructed, “However, do not become complacent because of this.

Unorthodox tricks are not the foundation of the Great Dao!

You must understand that your foundation is paramount and your Dao realm is supreme.

Do not double down on your study of poison arts.”

“Disciple understands,” Lu Qiancha quickly replied in a deep voice.

Before the words had even left her mouth, the tip of her tail was once again triumphantly caught and kneaded in Xun Xue’s grasp.

Xuan Ya nodded in satisfaction, then earnestly advised, “Mm, you have just broken through to Spirit Transformation, and your realm is not yet stable.

You must not be greedy for progress and rush to assail the next stage!

Cultivation is like navigating a long river; only by building a solid foundation and advancing step by step can you cross the great barriers.”

“You should rest for now.
I am going into seclusion.”

As soon as Xuan Ya finished, she seemed to remember something else and added, “Gan Tang has also been worried sick about you these past few days and looks quite worn out.
Make sure to comfort her a little.”

“Yes,” Lu Qiancha responded, but her voice carried a suppressed tremor as Xun Xue suddenly increased the pressure on her tail.

Xuan Ya didn’t notice this subtle abnormality.

Feeling that she had said all that was needed, she began humming an even lighter tune and returned to her meditation chamber like a gentle spring breeze.

A short while later, the glow of several formations designed to block out aura and sound quietly lit up around the distant cottage.

Confirming that Xuan Ya had left, Lu Qiancha immediately turned around, pouting as she yelled at Xun Xue, “Stop playing with my tail!!”

She struggled to pull her precious tail from the demonic clutches.

“You have one too!
Why do you always play with mine!”

“Hehe~”

Xun Xue triumphantly raised her own equally beautiful, large blue tail, waving it as if to show it off.

“Little Qiancha, you just don’t get it~ What’s the fun in rubbing your own tail compared to someone else’s~”

Xun Xue was relentless.

Not only did her fingers not stop, but they began to massage with even greater intensity, the corners of her lips curled like a fox that had successfully stolen a fish.

“Ngh… Le-let go…”

Lu Qiancha pushed against the offending hand with both her small paws, using all her might until her face turned red.

“No way.
Mommy has just learned a new set of massage techniques, and only my daughter gets to enjoy it.”

Xun Xue blinked, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

“What massage technique?”

Alarm bells rang in Lu Qiancha’s mind as a sense of foreboding washed over her.

“Hehe, you’ll find out soon enough.”

Xun Xue gave a sly smile, and a faint, silver immortal light suddenly swirled around her fingertips, striking as fast as the wind!

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!

With pinpoint accuracy, she tapped several hidden acupoints on Lu Qiancha’s tail in quick succession!

“Eh?!
Wait!”

Lu Qiancha felt a peculiar, numbing sensation shoot up her tailbone like an electric shock.

But before she could resist—when the third strand of immortal energy entered the acupoint, her entire body went limp, as if all her bones had been removed, and she involuntarily collapsed into Xun Xue’s soft embrace.

“Mm… Wha-what is this…”

An indescribably soothing, warm current spread from the tapped acupoints, gently yet powerfully seeping into the depths of every meridian, washing away the accumulated fatigue and sluggishness of the past days.

Lu Qiancha felt as if she were soaking in a bath of warm milk, dizzy and light.

“Ngh… it feels so good…” she hummed unconsciously, like a kitten being scratched in just the right spot.

“See, see, it feels great, right?
I had to beg that old hag in my family for a long time before she was willing to teach me this massage technique.”

Xun Xue was immensely proud, her fingers dancing even faster, like flowing clouds and water, the silver light at their tips weaving into a net.

She was giving it her all, determined to make her first ‘customer’ feel an unparalleled experience!

“…Mmmrrow…”

Lu Qiancha had completely surrendered.

She lay limp in Xun Xue’s arms, her small face buried in the other’s chest, her entire being intoxicated by this top-tier massage service, a secret art of the wolf clan.

Her remaining consciousness struggled, screaming, “Do not sink into this wicked, gentle trap!”

But her body betrayed her: ‘Ngh… I don’t care anymore… I’m going to become a little fool who only knows pleasure…’

The thought of resistance was utterly submerged by wave after wave of extreme comfort washing over her… the light of reason was rapidly dimming.