Pushing One’s Luck!

The meeting began—
“First of all…”

Listening to the sect leader’s explanation, Su Wanqing had no need to hear it a second time, already knowing the content.

She pretended to listen, but her mind wandered, lost in thought.

“…”

This meeting revolved around a single issue.

Demons were wreaking havoc in nearby towns, and the city lord had requested their aid in “exterminating the demons.”

Many had already fallen victim to the creature.

Most victims were drained of blood and essence, the unlucky ones left as mere scraps of flesh and stark white bones.

In the cultivation world, still untouched by chaos, this was an exceedingly vile incident.

As a member of the Dao Alliance sects, Heavenly Sword Pavilion couldn’t ignore it.

Moreover, the culprit wasn’t a fellow demonic cultivator but a bloodthirsty demon.

Humans and demons had always been at odds, now irreconcilably so.

According to the original plot, the controlled Su Wanqing would volunteer for this task.

It seemed her rebellious disciple needed a key item from her inheritance.

Heavenly Sword Pavilion’s rules forbade disciples from leaving without a mission, so for convenience, she’d use this opportunity to search.

During this, Chen Xueli would encounter the heroine—her lifelong nemesis.

This was the first clash between the future leaders of the righteous and demonic paths.

Strangely, the top figures of both paths hailed from the obscure little Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

Quite ironic.

Lost in thoughts of the future, Su Wanqing assumed she could endure until the meeting’s end.

But barely a quarter-hour passed before someone couldn’t hold back.

“Hiss—”

With their seats close together, Chen Xueli seized every chance to “accidentally” brush her arm.

Su Wanqing’s wide sleeves slipped down when she leaned on her hand, exposing her fair skin to each touch.

With everyone focused on the meeting, and her disciple’s actions subtle, no one noticed.

“Don’t touch me…”

Su Wanqing, disgusted by the defiance, shook off her hand intolerantly.

But it was futile—Chen Xueli remained brazen.

With no choice, Su Wanqing shifted her posture, leaning the other way.

Now her disciple couldn’t reach her.

Unless she wanted everyone to see.

“…”

It was peaceful for a while, but soon Su Wanqing realized.

Chen Xueli’s hand had stealthily landed on her thigh.

Yet her disciple maintained that icy facade—Su Wanqing wondered how she managed to bully her so expressionlessly.

She didn’t indulge her, clamping her legs together and pressing to the right.

“Ahem!”

But this evasion of her disciple’s “rush” caught Sect Leader Jiang Yi’s eye, who cleared her throat to remind her of decorum.

Hearing the cough, Su Wanqing had no choice but to straighten up, adopting a serious pose despite her loathing for Chen Xueli.

Glancing sidelong at her disciple, she spotted a faint, hidden smile.

“Heh…”

She had every reason to suspect Jiang Yi was in cahoots with the rebel!

Of course, it was just a thought—impossible in reality.

As expected, once she sat properly, Chen Xueli resumed her little antics.

Now at a disadvantage, Su Wanqing could only endure silently.

At Jiang Yi’s current pace, she’d have to bear it for at least another hour!

The thought nearly broke her.

She was curious, though—without Chen Xueli controlling her this time, how would “It” correct the plot?

“Whew…”

Feeling weary from sitting, Su Wanqing craved tea to refresh herself.

But staring at the tea in her cup triggered unpleasant memories.

Her tea preferences matched the sect leader’s, and this brew reminded her of yesterday’s agonizing drug effects.

Glancing at her poker-faced disciple and inhaling the familiar aroma.

Su Wanqing shuddered, abandoning the idea of drinking.

“…”

She probably wouldn’t touch tea for a while.

Especially not any handled by Chen Xueli—she dared not drink it again.

As time passed, Su Wanqing felt her disciple should be satisfied, whispering a reprimand while swatting away her restless hand once more.

“I said, don’t touch my hand…”
“Let go.”

This time, her disciple obeyed, withdrawing her hand after the scolding.

But before Su Wanqing could rejoice, the hand landed on her thigh again.

Thankfully, she wore a long skirt today, or she’d be in trouble.

Even through fabric, Chen Xueli’s touch discomforted her, though far better than direct skin contact.

This time, Su Wanqing didn’t protest, letting her stroke lightly.

She wouldn’t have allowed it if circumstances didn’t force her.

“Tch…”
“Don’t push your luck. Rein it in.”

But seeing no reaction seemed to embolden Chen Xueli further.

Somehow finding an opening, she reached her waist, even touching bare skin.

“That won’t do—Master’s skin feels so good, your disciple can’t bear to let go.”

This time, Chen Xueli responded, firmly rejecting her master’s demand.

“So soft, such a wonderful feel.”

“You…!”
“You rebel…”

Su Wanqing eyed Chen Xueli’s blank expression, swallowing her rebuke.

Cursing aloud would be met with indifference anyway—better not waste breath and focus on future plans. A broken jar breaks further.

“Tch…”

Clicking her tongue, she shot her disciple an exasperated glance.

How did she say such infuriating things with that face?

But with no alternatives, she let her disciple roam her waist.

To maintain composure.

Su Wanqing fiddled with her jade prayer beads, silently reciting a calming mantra.

Yet the odd sensation at her waist still brought a flush to her cheeks.

What could she do?

To avoid exposure, she endured.

Though outwardly calm, as if nothing happened, inwardly she questioned Chen Xueli’s quirks.

Did this rebel have some exhibitionist fetish?

Why grow bolder?

Wasn’t she afraid of discovery?

Indeed, tolerance breeds audacity.

Just as Su Wanqing grew accustomed, Chen Xueli unleashed her big move!

“…Mmm~…”

The hand on her waist, unsatisfied, crept toward her navel, even her lower abdomen.

The sudden stimulation drew an involuntary whimper, though she controlled the volume.

But unluckily, clenching her beads too hard snapped the string.

Beads scattered with a “clatter,” drawing everyone’s attention.

Her flushed face noticed, she died socially.

One thought consumed her:

It’s over! We’ve been caught!