He Yuzhi noticed the situation and didn’t pursue further questions.
The realm of the Daoist Venerable was something she found hard to grasp. In the eyes of such a supreme being, every plant and tree might carry infinite Daoist Charm. Perhaps there was some special quality sensed from Chen Mo.
"As long as the two of them aren’t in that kind of relationship, it’s fine..."
Chen Mo was a court official, and too deep an involvement with the sect wasn’t a good thing.
Furthermore, Yu Youhan clearly didn’t get along with the Daoist Venerable; if he unintentionally upset the Empress, that would be bad.
Ling Ningzhi said, "Madam, rest assured. Although Master’s personality is somewhat unconstrained, he has his limits and generally doesn’t act recklessly..."
Before she finished speaking, the void fluctuated, followed by the hall doors trembling violently.
The magic seemed to have failed, and vague conversation was heard from inside the room, with a rather odd tone.
The three approached, pressing their ears to the crack in the door, listening attentively.
"Ji Hongxiu, you’re pressing so hard I can’t breathe! No, I must be on top!"
"How dare you say that? You said we’d cultivate for an hour, and now it’s not even over yet. Suddenly, you tied me with a rope; what do you mean by this?"
"Are you clueless? I said cultivation, not Dual Cultivation!"
"Chen Mo, could you move faster? Wait a minute... Where are your hands going!"
"Ha, petty! Chen Mo, go ahead, feel free to touch me."
"Ji Hongxiu, you shameless!"
?
The three exchanged wide-eyed glances, their expressions frozen on their faces.
He Yuzhi’s mouth twitched slightly, "Qingxuan, is this what you meant by not acting recklessly? But this seems far from ordinary recklessness..."
"..."
Ling Ningzhi’s face reddened, cheeks blazing as if on fire.
What on earth was Master doing?
Even Consort Yu got involved, how absurd!
She wanted to rush in to see for herself but lacked the courage, so she lowered her delicate head, silently standing outside the door...
Chen Zhuo was silent, turned around with hands behind his back, and walked away.
"My husband..."
He Yuzhi, understanding Chen Zhuo’s temperament, was about to catch up to offer comforting words, but saw him standing in the courtyard, looking up at the sky and sighing:
"Indeed, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!"
"..."
...
...
The situation inside the hall was tense.
Chen Mo looked at the two bound Ultimate Venerables before him, unsure of what to do for a moment.
After being wrapped in red ribbons, Ji Hongxiu’s cultivation seemed suppressed, the peach tree’s shadow gone, and Chen Mo regained his mobility.
Yet Ji Hongxiu’s condition didn’t improve at all; instead, his gaze grew hotter, with a peculiar sense reminiscent of an obsessed woman.
"Mm~"
"I’m so uncomfortable being bound, could you help untie me? Then you can do whatever you want with me~"
Ji Hongxiu licked his lips, his eyes shimmering with waves of light.
Yu Youhan frowned, "Ji Hongxiu, can you have some dignity? How can you, as a sect leader, act like this? I ought to give you a mirror to see what kind of state you’re in!"
Confronted by Yu Youhan’s taunt, Ji Hongxiu took pride instead of feeling shame, neck raised, saying, "I’m essentially a vessel for the Three Corpses; greed, obsession, and lust are my true nature. Having finally freed from Ji Baixiu’s pretense, of course, I’d do things I love."
Indeed, she had a clear self-awareness.
But it’s not just because of Ji Baixiu’s restraint; the crucial reason is—
The person facing her is Chen Mo.
He possesses both tribulation and Dragon Qi, both calamity and cure.
He even triggers the Peach Tree Dharma, causing dead wood to bloom and Yin Yang to reverse, making even the firm Dao Heart that can defeat Three Disasters, vulnerable.
Besides destiny, Ji Hongxiu couldn’t think of other explanations.
Practicing Karma Path, she deeply believed in fate; since she had recognized the "fruit," pursuing it by any means was normal.
Plus, now influenced by the Three Corpses, her obsession and passion had peaked.
"Hurry up, help me..."
Ji Hongxiu’s eyes glistened, body rubbing uneasily.
Yu Youhan bit her lip, cheeks slightly reddening imperceptibly.
At that moment, the two were face to face, their similar builds making Ji Hongxiu’s every motion distinctly perceivable to Yu Youhan, intensifying that odd sensation...
"Why are you rubbing? Can’t you feel the rope getting tighter?"



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