Chapter 68 No need… Absolutely no need…

When the steward saw Mo Qingzhu, he quickly bowed and saluted. Upon hearing her question, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and he stammered: "Re... replying to the Young Lord's wife, the Young Lord is... he is currently, um, inside the inner room... handling some... some private matters."

As he spoke, beads of cold sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

Mo Qingzhu saw his nervous appearance; although she was somewhat suspicious, she did not pay much attention to it. She then changed the subject, her tone calm and indifferent as she said: "In which room is Holy Son Xiao?"

Seeing that she did not pursue the questioning, the steward felt as if he had been granted an amnesty and quickly pointed out the direction of Xiao Ming's location.

Mo Qingzhu nodded and calmly instructed: "Without my order, no one is allowed to approach or disturb the Saint."

Having said that, she walked straight to the room where Xiao Ming was and pushed the door open to enter.

The steward who remained in place was somewhat hesitant, but eventually nodded and went about his own business.

Inside the room, Xiao Ming was leisurely sipping spirit tea. Seeing Mo Qingzhu enter, he put down his teacup, a signature wicked smile appearing on his face, and cupped his hands: "Congratulations, Senior Sister... no... Young Lady, on your Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul realm."

Mo Qingzhu looked at the familiar wicked smile on his face, rolled her eyes at him, and reached back to close the door, the cold demeanor she showed to outsiders instantly vanishing.

She walked to Xiao Ming's side, naturally picked up the teapot to refill his cup, and then sat sideways on Xiao Ming's lap, snuggling into his arms. She picked up the cup and brought it to Xiao Ming's lips, her voice filled with a hint of gratitude and reliance: "It was all thanks to the assistance of the Saint's Medicinal Pill... Thank you, Xiao Ming."

Under her attentive service, Xiao Ming took a sip of tea. His arm skillfully and naturally wrapped around her slender waist, and he felt content as he sensed the warm breath and attachment of the beautiful woman in his arms.

He played with Mo Qingzhu's hair with great interest and teased: "Senior Sister is now a Nascent Soul powerhouse, why are you still acting like such a little girl?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Qingzhu's pretty face flushed slightly, but she hugged him tighter, looked up at him, her eyes filled with deep affection: "In front of the Saint, I will always be your Qingzhu."

She seemed to have completely forgotten that she still had a Dao Companion right next door.

Xiao Ming enjoyed the wholehearted service of the beauty in his arms, and suddenly, a mischievous thought arose. He pointed to the wall nearby, lowered his voice, and said playfully: "Senior Sister, listen... the room next door seems quite lively. Your Dao Companion, Lu Ming, is currently having a deep interaction with a 'beauty' in there."

Mo Qingzhu's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, but then returned to normal. A look of disgust and a hint of curiosity appeared on her face as she tentatively asked: "Lu Ming? Strange, I remember he was not such a dissolute person?"

After speaking, she suddenly became nervous and said with full tenderness: "If the Saint minds the relationship between him and me, I will immediately dissolve my Dao Companion status with him!"

Xiao Ming looked at her eager expression and smiled triumphantly: "No need, there is really no need..."

Then he recounted what had just happened to Mo Qingzhu.

Xiao Ming originally thought that Mo Qingzhu would be angry and unhappy after hearing this, but to his surprise, there was only disdain and disgust on her face.

"Hmph, what kind of person is the Saint? How dare someone of her caliber covet him! And Lu Ming, pretending to be a gentleman on the surface, but in private, isn't he just the same."

Her tone carried obvious detachment and disdain for Lu Ming, as if she were talking about an insignificant stranger.

Xiao Ming was slightly stunned, then smiled, his fingers gently sliding across her straight, slender, jade-like legs: "Senior Sister is quite open-minded. However, do you know that I have more than one woman by my side?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Qingzhu not only did not get angry, but instead pressed her body closer and said submissively: "You are the Saint, with heaven-sent talent, destined to soar in the Nine Heavens in the future. It is only natural to have a few confidantes by your side. As long as... as long as the Saint leaves a place for Qingzhu in your heart, Qingzhu will be content."

Her attitude was so submissive it was almost humble, a complete contrast to her usual indifferent and reserved demeanor.

Xiao Ming looked at her pitiful and obedient appearance, and his heart fluttered slightly. If it weren't for the matter of the black silk stockings still on his mind, as well as the countdown to the sage-time, he might have really taken action.

Seeming to sense Xiao Ming's restlessness, Mo Qingzhu licked her red lips, drank the remaining half cup of tea that Xiao Ming hadn't finished in one gulp, and then passionately offered a sweet kiss, turning to lie on top of Xiao Ming.

That kiss, carrying the fragrance of tea and the calm, indifferent aura unique to Mo Qingzhu, was pressed upon him passionately yet clumsily, instantly igniting the ambiguity in the air.

Although Xiao Ming was in his sage-time, the delicate body pressed tightly against him, especially since the object was such a stunning beauty as Mo Qingzhu, the deliberate suppression and restlessness seemed to be easily stirred up.

His tongue, like a general conquering a city, forcefully pried open her pearly teeth, wantonly chasing and entangling her inescapable, fragrant, and soft tongue, absorbing the fragrance and sweetness from her mouth.

"Mmm..."

Mo Qingzhu let out a muffled nasal sound, her delicate body instantly beginning to soften, almost completely collapsing into Xiao Ming's arms. She responded clumsily yet passionately.

Xiao Ming felt the passion in her eyes and the heat faintly radiating from her body. His breathing became slightly heavy, and under Mo Qingzhu's guidance, his large hand slowly placed itself upon her straight and slender beautiful legs.

Feeling the amazing elasticity and smoothness coming from them, Xiao Ming subconsciously swallowed, took a deep breath, and secretly praised in his heart: 'This woman really knows how to play to her strengths!'

Mo Qingzhu's breathing became increasingly rapid, her originally calm eyes now shimmering with watery light, desire almost overflowing. She took the initiative to hold Xiao Ming's hand and slowly moved it over the long legs she was most proud of.

The scene shifts; Lu Ming in the next room was not having such a pleasant time.

Quite different from the ambiguous warmth on Xiao Ming's side, the air here was hot and sickening, filled with a strong scent of cosmetics and an indescribable, chaotic, strange fragrance.

Lu Ming's face was pale, his forehead covered in fine sweat, and his originally handsome face was slightly distorted at this moment due to suppressed disgust and physical discomfort.

He lay stiffly on the large jade couch covered in soft fabric, his breathing chaotic.

That female cultivator from Yin Yang Peak had long since lost any bit of the reserve she showed outside (although she never really had any).

Her clothes were half-undone, revealing large areas of snowy white skin. She wrapped herself around Lu Ming like a slippery water snake, her hands painted with bright red nail polish moving and groping all over him extremely restlessly, while she made skin-crawling, coquettish sounds and spoke crude, explicit words of seduction.

"Oh my... Young Master Lu, don't be so stiff!"

The female cultivator's voice was coquettish and sticky, with exaggerated panting, "Relax... let Junior Sister 'serve' you properly! Junior Sister's skills are very good! Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Li... oh, and Senior Brother Ming, they have all praised my craft!"

As she spoke, she deliberately rubbed her leg, which was wearing black silk stockings, hard against Lu Ming's thigh. The movements were wild and direct, with no skill to speak of, leaving only naked desire and a craving for conquest.

Lu Ming felt goosebumps all over his body, and his stomach was churning.

The aura on this woman was incredibly chaotic and impure, making him only want to vomit.

He gritted his back teeth tightly, his hands clenched into fists, only then barely suppressing the urge to slap her away with one palm.

He kept admonishing himself in his heart: For the sake of brothers! For the sake of loyalty! Endure! Must endure!

However, this female cultivator was clearly an old hand, and her desires were extremely strong.

Seeing that although Lu Ming was cooperating, he was clearly absent-minded and even resistant, she became dissatisfied.

But then her eyes rolled, and she intensified her efforts, starting to make various excessive demands, and her movements became even more wanton and bold, almost as if she wanted to devour Lu Ming alive.

"Young Master Lu, move a little! How boring it is to be like a dead fish?"

"Come on! Try this position; Junior Sister is very flexible, you know!"