Chapter 4 The Master's Heart in Turmoil (2)
Inside the sleeping quarters, boundless shame and indignation burned through Luo Li’s limbs and bones like karmic fire. The unbearable scenes from moments ago played back uncontrollably in her mind—from her initial desperate struggle to that shameful hesitation halfway through, and finally... to that clumsy and inexperienced compliance that she herself couldn't even understand!
"Luo Li! How... how could you be so debased! He is your Disciple! He is the Rebellious Disciple who humiliated you!" Her mind lashed out in a frenzy of self-reproach, intertwining with the lingering, trembling numbness deep within her body, nearly tearing her sanity apart.
Amidst this extreme humiliation and Chaos, a faint, almost imperceptible yet undeniably real sensation rippled through her parched Dantian, like a pebble dropped into stagnant water!
Her Qi Sea, which had been as stagnant as ten-thousand-year-old profound ice, actually began to loosen. A wisp of pure and familiar Devilish Qi, like a newly born stream, slowly moistened her long-withered Meridians!
'This... this is?!' Luo Li’s heart shook violently. This Wicked Disciple's method was actually effective? She had thought the Wicked Disciple simply wanted to sleep with her! That he wanted to treat her as a plaything! She hadn't expected that he was actually resolving the "nine nether demon seed"!
This long-lost aura of power, however weak it might be, allowed her to see a glimmer of dawn in the abyss of despair, nearly making her weep with joy. However, immediately following it was an even more surging and majestic tide of anger and killing intent!
Even so, such an unbearable and desecrating act that trampled upon her dignity could never be forgiven! Only by hacking that Wicked Disciple into ten thousand pieces could the hatred in her heart be appeased!
With her killing intent rising, she secretly channeled that wisp of newborn spiritual power. At her fingertips, hidden from view, she condensed a point of chilling light sharp enough to pierce through steel, aiming directly at Xiao Ming’s defenseless heart just inches away! In just an instant, she could...
"Revered Master," Xiao Ming said, as if he had foreseen her move. He shifted just then, slowly reaching out to pry open her clenched, murderous fingers with a gentle yet irresistible force. Then, with natural ease, he brushed the damp strands of hair stuck to her forehead by cold sweat and tears behind her ear.
This sudden, almost intimate gesture caused Luo Li’s prepared fatal strike to freeze instantly.
Xiao Ming’s broad palm slid down, carrying the residual warmth of their encounter as he gently cupped her cheek. His deep eyes gazed at her with a look that seemed to pierce through all her pretenses, reaching the depths of her Soul. His voice was low and magnetic, like a lover’s pillow talk:
"How does it feel, Revered Master? Is your Cultivation... recovering?"
He knew!
He was actually aware of even this minute change!
A chill instantly shot up her spine to the top of her head. The resolute killing intent she had just gathered largely dissolved under his all-seeing gaze.
His fingertips seemed to carry an electric current as they continued to roam slowly, passing over her sensitive collarbone and finally resting upon her full chest, which was still heaving violently from emotion, feeling the frantic, drum-like heartbeat beneath.
He leaned down, pulling her deeper into his embrace. His hot lips were almost pressed against her extremely sensitive ear as he whispered in a seductive, gentle tone: "Watch out for a man named Lin Fan, Revered Master. He might try everything to get close to you, to win your trust, and then..."
He recounted Lin Fan’s despicable plan and its potential outcome in a calm yet thrilling manner. Every word was like a heavy hammer striking Luo Li’s heart.
Having finished, he seemed to suddenly remember something and took her soft, delicate hand. The next moment, a ring appeared in his palm. The band was a deep dark purple, neither metal nor jade, feeling warm yet carrying a hint of coolness. Its design was minimalist yet revealed supreme luxury in the details, set with three tiny crystals that seemed to contain the radiance of stars.
"This object is named the [ring of concealment], a Heaven Rank Magic Treasure," he said, sliding it onto her finger with unquestionable authority. "It can perfectly hide your aura and Cultivation; no one unless they are two Major Realms higher than you can see through it. The storage space inside is also far beyond what you usually use."
Then, he pressed a gentle kiss onto her forehead while she was still in shock and confusion. The movement was calm and fluid.
Luo Li froze in place, her mind in Chaos. The faint hope of her body regaining strength was mixed with the overwhelming humiliation of being desecrated, a sliver of suspicion and fear regarding Lin Fan’s plot, and the complex, strange emotions brought about by this Wicked Disciple’s "protective" warning and gift.
Just as she forced herself to focus and her killing intent rose again, prepared to strike at any cost—
Xiao Ming’s figure had already reached the entrance of the bedchamber. He pushed open the heavy doors, and the dim light from outside silhouetted his tall, lonely, and proud back. He didn't pause for a moment, leaving only a sentence devoid of emotion to drift back on the wind:
"Since Revered Master has recovered, then your Disciple shall take his leave. In the coming days, your Disciple also needs to head out for Training..."
His voice paused slightly before he dropped the final few words with an indescribable meaning:
"...Revered Master, you must protect yourself!"
While his voice still echoed in the hall, he had already vanished into the light and shadows outside, leaving behind a room filled with the lingering scent of intimacy and a Peak Master Luo whose heart was in turmoil, her killing intent and bewilderment intertwined.
"Boom!"
The hall doors closed once more, isolating the inside from the outside.