170: Why can't I wipe it off?

"Revered Master, are you awake?"

Chu Weiwei knelt by the bed, wrapping Su Lin's messy long hair around her fingers and lightly sniffing it at the tip of her nose.

"This is a place Weiwei specially prepared for you."

"There is no Violent Maniac who only knows how to fight, nor is there that female Devil Head who always looks down on people."

"Only Weiwei."

Su Lin took a deep breath. The spiritual power Seal inside him was still firm, and the soreness in his limbs had not only failed to subside but had worsened due to the dissipation of the medicine's effects.

The side effects of that "great tonic" were starting to show.

An indescribable hot current rose from his lower abdomen and rushed straight to his head.

"Chu Weiwei..."

Su Lin's voice was hoarse, carrying a trace of suppressed fury, "You are... courting death."

"Courting death?"

Chu Weiwei giggled, as if she had heard the sweetest declaration of love.

She reached out, her fingertips sliding down from Su Lin's Adam's apple, finally stopping at the first knot button on his collar.

"If I die on Revered Master's body... then Weiwei will be a romantic ghost even in death."

"Clack."

The first button was undone.

"Clack."

The second one.

Su Lin's robe opened, revealing his muscular, pale chest.

And on the side of his collarbone, the dark red Shore Flower mark left by Luo Ximei last night was still bright and striking, as if openly challenging Chu Weiwei.

Chu Weiwei's fingers abruptly stopped.

The moment her originally hazy eyes met the mark, they became cold and twisted.

"Filthy."

She spat out a single word in a low voice.

"Too filthy."

"How dare that woman... leave such a disgusting mark on Revered Master's perfect body!"

She pulled a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve, uncorked it, and poured some transparent liquid with a pungent smell onto a handkerchief.

"Don't be afraid, Revered Master. Weiwei will help you wash it clean right now."

After speaking, she completely ignored Su Lin's objections, took the handkerchief soaked in medicinal liquid, and fiercely rubbed it against the mark.

"Hiss—!"

Su Lin sucked in a cold breath.

That wasn't washing; it was practically scraping bone!

An intense stinging sensation instantly spread throughout his body. The liquid was corroding the Devilish Qi and also burning his skin.

"Stop!"

Su Lin tried to struggle, but the [Lingering] silk ribbon binding him tightened further with his movements.

"Don't move!"

At this moment, Chu Weiwei was like a lunatic possessed. She pressed down hard on Su Lin's shoulder, rubbing harder and harder, as if she intended to scrub off that patch of flesh.

"Why won't it wipe off... Why won't it wipe off!"

"Does Revered Master have her in his heart?! Is Revered Master unwilling to let it go?!"

She wiped and cried simultaneously, large tears dripping onto Su Lin's chest, frighteningly hot.

"Weiwei won't allow it... Weiwei won't allow Revered Master to smell of anyone else!"

His skin was already rubbed raw, red, and swollen, seeping blood, but the Devilish Qi had long penetrated his bones, and external force like this couldn't remove it.

Looking at her frenzied appearance, the anger in Su Lin's heart slowly subsided instead.

"Weiwei."

Su Lin suddenly stopped struggling and called her name, softening his tone as much as possible.

His voice contained a trace of the Divine Soul power he could currently muster, carrying a sense of appeasement.

Chu Weiwei's actions paused.

She raised her head, her small face, tear-streaked like pear blossoms after rain, filled with surprise and panic.

"Ma... Revered Master?"

"It hurts."

Su Lin looked at her and only said that single word.

Chu Weiwei trembled all over, and the handkerchief in her hand dropped to the floor.

She looked at the raw, bloody wound she had created near Su Lin's collarbone, her pupils contracting violently.

"Blood... Revered Master is bleeding..."

She panicked.

The madness that sought to destroy everything instantly faded, replaced by helpless terror.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Revered Master... Weiwei didn't mean to..."

"Weiwei was just too jealous... Weiwei just wanted you to belong only to me..."

She plopped down kneeling beside the bed, held Su Lin's hand, buried her face in his palm, and cried, shaking uncontrollably.

"Hit me... kill me... Weiwei hurt Revered Master... Weiwei deserves death..."

She pulled a dagger from her sleeve.

"Do you want this Revered Master to watch you die here?"

Su Lin spoke coldly.

Chu Weiwei's movements froze.

"Throw the knife away."

"...Yes."

The dagger clattered onto the floor.

"Get up here."

Su Lin spoke again.

Chu Weiwei was stunned, thinking she had misheard, and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.

"I told you to get up here."

Su Lin pointed to the spot beside him with his chin. "Do I have to say it a third time?"

Chu Weiwei nervously climbed onto the Cold Jade Bed, cautiously kneeling beside Su Lin like a child who had made a mistake and was waiting for punishment.

"That mark was formed by Ximei's Origin Devilish Qi. Unless my cultivation recovers, it cannot be wiped off."

Su Lin looked at her and explained calmly.

"All you accomplished by rubbing the skin raw was causing me pain, nothing else."

"Weiwei knows she was wrong..." Chu Weiwei lowered her head, tears still falling.

"Since you know you were wrong, you must be punished."

Su Lin's voice deepened slightly.

Chu Weiwei abruptly raised her head. Instead of fear, a flicker of anticipation flashed in her eyes.

"Please punish me, Revered Master! Weiwei is willing to endure any punishment!"

As long as it was given by Revered Master, even pain would be sweet.

Su Lin's mouth twitched slightly, watching her masochistic demeanor.

This girl truly was beyond saving.

"Put your head closer."

Chu Weiwei obediently moved her head closer, closed her eyes, and waited for a slap or a knuckle rap to descend.

However.

The anticipated pain did not arrive.

A warm hand gently covered the top of her head.

It wasn't a punishing pat, but a somewhat unfamiliar, yet sufficiently gentle, caress.

"Silly girl."

Su Lin sighed.

"Why must you quarrel with that mark?"

"That is her method—overbearing, conspicuous, as if afraid others won't know."

"But you are not her."

Su Lin's fingers slid down her hair and gently pinched her small earlobe.

"You are the Medicine Immortal."

"Does the Medicine Immortal only resort to such crude wiping methods?"

Chu Weiwei opened her eyes, looking at Su Lin blankly, seemingly not understanding his meaning.

"Stupid."

Although Su Lin couldn't move his body, his eyes seemed to hide hooks.

"Since you can't wipe it off, then cover it."

"Use your scent, use your Qi, to cover it up."

"This shouldn't require your Revered Master to teach you, should it?"

This sentence exploded in Chu Weiwei's mind like a bolt of thunder.

Cover it up.

Her eyes gradually lit up. The flame of desire that had been extinguished was reignited, burning even more intensely than before.

"Does Revered Master mean..."

She swallowed, her voice trembling, "Weiwei can mark Revered Master?"

"You can try."