Chapter 214: The Wedding Dress Divine Art: Impending Doom!
The beautiful woman’s delicate hand rested on his chest.
They had just bathed in the lake, their bodies clad only in her sheer, white robe, its lapels draped over her arms.
Although the lake water was cool, the Primordial Grotto Heaven, unlike the mortal world, had a constant, spring-like climate, making the coolness refreshing.
Shi Hao could sense a new energy, a subtle vibration, emanating from a point two inches below his solar plexus.
This energy resonated with a similar energy within her, their frequencies perfectly synchronized, a faint echo of their earlier intimacy.
He didn’t dare draw upon her power yet.
With the Holy Jade Immortal’s immense cultivation, her energy, if channeled into him now, would destroy his demonic foundation.
Resting his head on her lap, Shi Hao suddenly remembered something, “Sister Zi Yin, during the last full moon, someone from the Taisu Immortal Pavilion appeared. I was underground at the time and didn’t see her, but I heard her name was Yun Caiyao.
“She single-handedly dispersed the True Dragon energy and stopped the Ghost Extreme Sect’s plan, but I haven’t heard anything about her since.”
Ye Zi Yin’s voice was tinged with a hint of longing, “The Taisu Immortal Pavilion… it’s been a long time. If she’s a descendant of our sect, she must have reached the high ranks before making her debut. We rarely intervene directly, preferring to guide events from the shadows.”
“And from what you’ve described, no matter how much chaos erupts, as long as Lie Zunyi lives, the barbarian court won’t fall easily. If the Taisu Immortal Pavilion wants to influence the situation, they’ll have to deal with him.”
“And that Grandmother Ba you mentioned, her attempt to harness the True Dragon’s energy… she must have some plan. I suspect the Taisu Immortal Pavilion is also aware of this.”
Shi Hao, considering her words, had to admit, her analysis was sound.
In this world, power was paramount.
As long as Lie Zunyi lived, the barbarian court wouldn’t fall. This was an undeniable truth.
That was why, despite the numerous rebellions across the land, with Lie Zunyi still alive, the barbarian court, although struggling, remained standing.
None of the rebel leaders dared to attack the capital. This was a testament to Lie Zunyi’s power and influence.
As long as he lived, the four great barbarian families, and all their allies, would remain loyal, the barbarian court maintaining its control over the central plains.
And although the southern provinces were engulfed in conflict, these rebellions couldn’t truly threaten the barbarian court’s rule.
Their control over the south had always been tenuous, relying on alliances and appeasement rather than direct control. This allowed the local clans and sects to maintain their power and influence, making them quick to rise up in rebellion.
But as long as the barbarian court controlled the central plains and the north, these southern rebellions, even if successful, would only result in further division and infighting, posing no real threat.
That was why the barbarian court had been so determined to crush Fu Shiyuan’s rebellion. He had been the greatest threat to their rule.
And if the Taisu Immortal Pavilion wanted to regain its influence in the martial world, they would have to confront Lie Zunyi directly.
With nothing else to do for now, Shi Hao and Ye Zi Yin discussed the current situation, her insights clarifying many of his doubts and uncertainties.
Shi Hao got dressed and, following her instructions, left the phoenix blood with her.
He left the grotto and walked through the ruins.
Passing the tilted jade pillar, he reached the partially collapsed palace and climbed the stairs to the second floor, calling out, “Master?”
With Little Emerald nearby, he didn’t dare address Su Mei as “wife.”
“Come in,” Su Mei’s voice, playful and seductive, called out.
He entered and saw her sitting at the round, white jade table, dressed in her crimson robe, her hair in a bun, teasing the Emerald Beauty.
As he approached, she glanced at him sideways, her lips curving into a smile, “So, you and your little wife… had fun?”
Shi Hao stammered, “Well…”
Su Mei chuckled, “There’s no point hiding it from me. When you first arrived, you were covered in dirt. Now you’re clean, your clothes freshly washed. The Wedding Dress Divine Art requires skin-to-skin contact. You wouldn’t want to… soil your precious immortal, would you?”
“It’s a pity there’s no incense here, and you didn’t have time. Otherwise, you would have probably performed a cleansing ritual.”
“The connection requires contact between the solar plexus and dantian acupoints. And with a beautiful woman like her, whose figure is far from… flat, and with such close contact, I don’t believe you could have resisted, unless you’re a eunuch.”
Shi Hao thought, She knows everything.
Looking at Su Mei’s beautiful face, her delicate features, he thought that both Ye Zi Yin and Su Mei were incredibly attractive, each with their own unique charm.
Su Mei continued, her voice teasing, “If she had rejected you, your desire unfulfilled, your steps would be heavy, your heart filled with shame and regret. You wouldn’t be so… light and carefree now.
“You look like you’re floating on clouds, clearly enjoying yourself. It seems she indulged you. For Ye Zi Yin, so cold and aloof, to go so far to avoid hurting your feelings… she must be very fond of you.”
Shi Hao thought, She knows everything.
Su Mei, resting her chin on her hand, her other hand tapping the table, smiled, “And you should be thanking me. If not for my little… nudge, you might not have been so lucky.”
Shi Hao quickly said, “Thank you, Master.” Although he suspected she was just trying to provoke them.
Su Mei beckoned him, “Come here.”
As he approached, she spun around, grabbed his robe, and with a gentle push, sent him sprawling onto the bed.
The bed, carved from white jade and covered with layers of red silk, was surprisingly soft.
Silk curtains hung from the canopy above, swaying gently as they fell.
Su Mei, her alluring body pressing down on him, her beauty breathtaking, looked at him, her eyes sparkling, “Now it’s my turn. Are you… excited?”
Shi Hao looked at her, her robe loose, her shoulders bare, her collarbone delicate, a pink, gold-embroidered chest covering peeking out from beneath the sheer fabric, her curves enticing, her eyes sparkling with amusement, her fragrance intoxicating.
He swallowed hard, his heart racing.
He had been anticipating this. The Wedding Dress Divine Art required skin-to-skin contact, which meant…
Su Mei suddenly sneered, “Disobeying your master? Bite him!”
A small figure shot through the air, landing on his shoulder with a sharp bite.
Little Emerald! After I was so nice to you!
He didn’t know how that small, delicate doll had such sharp teeth. Its bite was painful.
“Master, I was wrong! I apologize!” Shi Hao cried out.
Su Mei pinned him down, her face now cold and menacing, “Wrong? How were you wrong?”
Shi Hao said, “I shouldn’t have… those thoughts about you, Master…”
Su Mei sneered, “You had those thoughts about that woman, and you even slept with her. But you shouldn’t have such thoughts about me? Do you think I’m not as beautiful as her, not worthy of your… affections?”
Shi Hao quickly said, “No, no, of course not! I also… have feelings for you, Master. I…”
“Disobeying your master! Little Emerald…”
“Aagh!” Shi Hao yelped.
That damned doll had bitten him again before Su Mei even finished her sentence.
He realized she was just looking for an excuse to punish him, something else clearly bothering her.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, “How have I offended you, Master? Tell me, so I can at least die knowing why.”
Su Mei sneered, “You want to know? Then answer this question. ‘Fine clouds weave their magic, shooting stars carry longing, across the vast Milky Way, a secret crossing; when golden wind meets jade dew, all earthly joys pale in hue…’ What’s the next verse?”
Shi Hao’s heart sank, but he recited, “Tender love, like water flowing, sweet moments, like a dream glowing, as I linger on the bridge of magpies, homeward going; if love be long and true, why should we yearn for constant viewing?”
Su Mei’s sneer vanished, replaced by a sweet, seductive smile, her eyes sparkling, her hand gently caressing his face, her voice soft and alluring, like a bride teasing her new husband, “Tell me, my dear disciple, my dear husband, when did you recite this poem… to that woman?
“Don’t worry, I won’t be angry.”
Shi Hao knew… he was doomed.
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