58: A bed warmer? Xi Youqin...is changing clothes?!

"Bed-warming Maidservant?!"

"Whip your... bottom until it's raw?!"

Cold words! Like poison-dipped steel needles, they stabbed ruthlessly into Xi Youqin's Divine Soul! Her almond eyes widened, her pupils dilated, and her small mouth hung open, as if her soul had been snatched away! The sharp pain from her chin and that domineering, unquestionable aura left her body stiff and unable to move! A massive sense of shame swallowed her instantly like a tsunami! Her pink cheeks flushed blood-red, the scorching temperature nearly melting her!

She... the little princess of the Xiyun Sword Sect! An Innate Sword Spirit Body! Early Stage of the Void Tribulation Realm! The darling of thousands! When had she ever suffered such... such... ultimate humiliation?! To... to be held by the chin by a man of the Zhaoshen Realm... and threatened to... have her bottom whipped until it's raw?! And... and to become a... Bed-warming Maidservant?!

"Wu..." Humiliated tears flooded out like a bursting dam, instantly blurring her vision! She bit her lower lip hard until she tasted the thick metallic tang of blood, barely suppressing the broken sob in her throat! In her almond eyes, fear, anger, shame, and resentment... intertwined wildly! Finally... they turned into... a dead, grayish defeat and... a shattered daze!

Resist?

Resist with what?!

That blade of grass... could send her flying! It shattered her star river sword with a flick! It crushed her pride!

Before him... she... wasn't even worth a single blade of grass!

"You... you..." Her voice was hoarse and broken, carrying a sob, each word squeezed through her teeth, "...Don't even think about it... This Young Miss... would rather die..."

"Rather die?" A cold arc curled at the corner of Jiang Linfeng's mouth, and the fingers gripping her chin tightened slightly! The sharp pain made her lose her voice instantly! "Did this Seat... give you permission to die?"

He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, his voice low like a devil's whisper: "Your life... was saved by this Seat."

"Your injuries... were healed by this Seat."

"Your... everything..."

His gaze swept over the snowy-white skin peeking from beneath her torn clothes, over her full, heaving chest, over her slender waist and rounded, perky bottom... and finally... fell back onto her almond eyes, which were brimming with tears of shame and indignation.

"...all belongs to this Seat."

"Including... your... bottom."

Boom—!!!

Xi Youqin's mind went blank! The flames of shame and desperation instantly overthrew her reason! She struggled violently! Like a cat with its fur standing on end! Her hands flailed wildly, slapping at Jiang Linfeng's arms! She screamed, "Let go of me! You bastard! You beast! My father won't let you get away with this! I... I'll kill you—!!!"

However!

Her struggle... before Jiang Linfeng... was like an ant trying to shake a giant tree!

Jiang Linfeng's eyes turned cold! The fingers gripping her chin didn't budge! His other hand shot out like lightning! Precisely... grabbing one of her wildly flailing... slender ankles!

"Ah—!!!" Xi Youqin let out a terrified scream! Her delicate body stiffened instantly! That grabbed ankle... felt as if it were locked by red-hot iron pincers! Cold! Domineering! Impossible to break free! She could even clearly feel... the rough patterns of his palm... and... the scorching temperature!

"It seems..." Jiang Linfeng's voice was cold, carrying a hint of impatience, "You... won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."

He suddenly released the fingers gripping her chin! Xi Youqin felt a moment of relief and tried to retreat, but an irresistible force came from her captured ankle! It hoisted her entire person... like a little chick... into the air!

"Ah—!!!" Xi Youqin let out an even more piercing scream! Her body was suspended in the air! Her torn goose-yellow martial outfit completely lost its constraints! Large patches of snowy-white, delicate skin were exposed to the cold air! Her full chest heaved violently! Her slender waist tightened! Her rounded bottom outlined a heart-stopping curve in her struggle! Between her legs... that shameful watery trace... became even more glaring under the light!

"Let go of me! Let go of me! You beast! You rogue! I'll kill you—!!!" She kicked her other leg frantically! Her hands clawed wildly! Tears mixed with blood smeared her face! She was like a small beast driven into a corner!

"Hmph!" Jiang Linfeng snorted coldly! He swung his arm violently!

"Ah—!!!"

Xi Youqin only felt an irresistible force surge! Her body was thrown out like a tattered sack! The direction... was exactly... the Thatched Cottage!

Bang—!!!

She slammed heavily onto the cold bluestone ground at the entrance of the Thatched Cottage! The intense pain made her vision go dark! Every bone in her body felt like it was falling apart! She curled up on the ground, coughing violently, spitting out saliva tinged with blood. Her torn clothes could barely cover her, her snowy-white skin was covered in dust and bloodstains, and the position of the whip mark on her shoulder that had just healed throbbed with pain. What made her most ashamed was... the cold, wet sensation between her legs... and the faint, pungent scent lingering in the air... It was over... all over... her pride... her dignity... her everything... at this moment... were crushed into powder!

"Ningxue," Jiang Linfeng's cold voice rang out from within the Thatched Cottage.

"Present! Sect Master!" Su Ningxue, holding Star Universe, quickly responded. She looked at Xi Youqin curled on the ground like a broken doll, a flash of complexity in her deer-like eyes, but more of... an... indescribable... sense of relief and... a... hidden sense of superiority.

"Find her... some clothes," Jiang Linfeng's voice was indifferent. "Wash her clean."

"From today onwards..."

"She... is your... maidservant."

"Responsible for... warming the bed."

"Yes! Sect Master!" Su Ningxue nodded vigorously, her voice carrying a trace of imperceptible joy. She carefully handed Star Universe to Luo Yan and walked quickly to Xi Youqin's side, squatting down.

"You... stay away!" Xi Youqin, like a startled hedgehog, suddenly curled up even tighter, her almond eyes filled with vigilance and tears of humiliation, "Don't touch me! Get lost!"

Su Ningxue's gaze was calm, ignoring her screams. She reached out her cold little hand and gently placed it on Xi Youqin's trembling shoulder. A stream of warm, pure Chaos medicinal power mixed with Ice Soul Star Power silently flowed into her body, instantly smoothing her churning blood and intense pain.

"Ah..." Xi Youqin let out a suppressed moan. That warm power was like a spring, instantly dispelling the pain and cold, causing her tense body to relax slightly involuntarily. She looked in shock at the elegant and gentle girl before her, at the warm, flowing Jade Peach Blossom Mark on her chest, at the small, exquisite Peach Blossom Brand on her forehead... an indescribable... sense of self-loathing and... deeper humiliation... instantly surged into her heart!

She... was that... vile maid... who had been branded with a saint rune?! That... Medicine Cauldron?!

"Come with me," Su Ningxue's voice was soft, yet carried an unquestionable force. She supported Xi Youqin's arm and pulled her up from the ground.

Xi Youqin was weak all over, supported by Su Ningxue like a marionette, stumbling into the Thatched Cottage. Every step felt like stepping on red-hot coals! Inside the cottage, the fire was warm, and the scent of tea permeated the air. Luo Yan sat quietly to the side holding Star Universe, her beautiful eyes calmly watching her. That gaze... held no mockery... no pity... only... a kind of... indifferent... clarity that saw through everything. In the cradle, that pure infant opened his starry eyes, curiously observing her. That pure gaze... was like the sharpest knife! Ruthlessly piercing through her tattered self-esteem!

Side room.

Su Ningxue helped Xi Youqin to a simple wooden bed. She turned and took out a neatly folded, washed-out... coarse cloth dress from a rough wooden box in the corner. The dress was simple in style, even... somewhat shabby.

"Put it on," Su Ningxue placed the dress by the bed, her voice calm.

Looking at the coarse cloth dress, humiliated tears instantly welled in Xi Youqin's almond eyes! This... what was this?! Coarse cloth worn by lowly servants?! She... the dignified little princess of the Xiyun Sword Sect! She... actually had to wear this?!

"I... I won't wear it!" She snapped her head away, her voice sobbing, "I'd rather die than wear it!"

Su Ningxue watched her quietly, her deer-like eyes clear and without a ripple. She slowly raised her hand, a wisp of emerald-green Chaos medicinal power quietly condensing at her fingertips, emitting a warm yet... irresistible aura.

"The Sect Master... doesn't like... disobedient maidservants." Her voice was soft, yet like an ice pick piercing the bone, "Especially... those... who warm the bed."

The words "warm the bed" were the final straw! They ruthlessly crushed Xi Youqin's defenses! Her delicate body trembled violently! In her mind, those eyes cold as a starry abyss flashed! That swaying star grass flashed! That... light-whip of grass leaves that could whip her bottom raw... flashed!

Fear! Like a cold venomous snake! Instantly tightened around her heart!

"Wu..." She could no longer suppress it and let out a despairing sob! Tears fell like pearls from a broken string! She reached out tremblingly, as if holding poison... and grabbed that... coarse cloth dress!

The rough fabric rubbed against her tender skin, bringing waves of itching and discomfort. She clumsily unfastened her torn goose-yellow martial outfit, exposing her snowy-white skin to the cool air. The position of the whip mark on her shoulder felt a faint warmth. Gritting her teeth and forcing back humiliated tears, she pulled the coarse cloth dress onto her body. The wide robes concealed her exquisite curves but added a few hints of pitiful dishevelment.

Su Ningxue watched her finish changing, looked at her messy silver hair, the wet tear tracks on her pale face, and those almond eyes that had lost their luster, leaving only a dead, grayish defeat... the Jade Peach Blossom Mark on her chest grew slightly warm.

"Go... wash up." Su Ningxue pointed to a wooden basin filled with clear water and a piece of rough soap in the corner, "Wash away... the scent... on your body."

Xi Youqin froze! As if struck by lightning! She suddenly looked down! Seeing the lingering, wet traces between her legs... a massive sense of shame erupted like magma! Her pink cheeks instantly turned blood-red! She gripped the rough hem of her dress tightly, her knuckles turning white! She wished she could die right now!

"I... I..." Her voice trembled, carrying a sob, but she couldn't say another word.

"Hurry up." Su Ningxue's voice remained calm, but carried a hint of urging, "The Sect Master... doesn't like... dirty things."

The word "dirty" was like a red-hot branding iron! It ruthlessly seared Xi Youqin's heart! She jerked violently! As if all her strength had been drained! She stumbled to the wooden basin. The cold, clear water reflected her pale, disheveled face, reflected that glaring coarse cloth dress... reflected... her shattered pride and... endless humiliation!

Trembling, she picked up the rough soap and, like a walking corpse, mechanically washed her body. The cold water stimulated her skin and her numb nerves. Tears... fell silently... dripping into the water... spreading out circles of... despairing ripples.

Washing away the filth... washing away the pride... washing away... her... Xi Youqin... everything... leaving only... a... Bed-warming... Maidservant... In the main room of the Thatched Cottage.

Jiang Linfeng sat cross-legged, eyes closed in meditation. In his Sea of Consciousness, the System prompts silently refreshed:

[Ding! Successfully subdued Xi Youqin (Bed-warming Maidservant)!]

[Target: Xi Youqin]

[Identity: little princess of the Xiyun Sword Sect]

[Physique: Innate Sword Spirit Body (Unawakened)]

[Cultivation: Early Stage of the Void Tribulation Realm (Origin damaged)]

[Status: Extreme Humiliation! Fear! Despair! Affection: -100% (Hatred Locked)]

[Special: Urinary Incontinence (Shame MAX)]

[Obtained Rewards: Sword Dao Insight Fragments ×15! Star Origin Affinity +10%!]

[Obtained Special Reward: Innate Sword Embryo (Damaged) ×1 (Can be fused into the Source Spirit Body to enhance Sword Dao talent)!]

[Ding! Triggered Hidden Task: Training the Bed-warming Maidservant!]

[Task Goal: Increase Xi Youqin's Affection to 0% (Eliminate Hatred)]

[Task Rewards: sword spirit origin Essence ×1! Nascent Star Domain Fusion +5%!]

[Failure Penalty: None (But the maidservant may self-destruct or backlash)]

A cold arc curled at the corner of Jiang Linfeng's mouth. Training? Interesting.

He slowly opened his eyes. His gaze pierced through the thin wooden door of the side room, falling on that small figure curled by the wooden basin, tremblingly washing her body. The coarse cloth dress couldn't hide those heart-stopping curves, her silver hair was wetly plastered to her pale cheeks, and a crystalline tear was silently sliding down her small chin... dripping onto that... faintly visible... Crimson tear mole on her chest.

"Bed-warming Maidservant..." Jiang Linfeng murmured softly, a wisp of Chaos Star Fire quietly dancing at his fingertips.

"I hope... your sword..."

"...is a bit harder... than your... tears."