After Cutting Off Love And Emotions, I Was Pestered By The Demon Sect’s Enchantress - Chapter 45

Where the fingertips brushed, layers of clothing were pushed aside. A cold wind poured in through the cracks of the window, bringing a slight chill.

Ning Xu couldn’t help but shrink back. She half-closed her eyes, somewhat afraid to look at the scene before her.

Being bound in such a way, a posture from which there was no retreat, brought her an inexplicable sense of panic and shame, yet deep within her heart, there was a hidden sliver of excitement.

Zhu Shengxi looked down at her, her gaze gradually lowering. Feeling the scrutiny of the person before her, Ning Xu bit her lip, her fair face inevitably flushing a thin shade of red.

That faint, elegant fragrance suddenly drew near, and a stray touch of unfamiliar coolness graced her skin—an ambiguous caress. Ning Xu furrowed her brows slightly, suppressing a soft gasp in her throat.

A cool breeze drifted by, but wherever that person’s hand touched, an inexplicable restlessness welled up—alternating between hot and cold. Just when it became difficult to endure, Ning Xu felt Zhu Shengxi’s hair brush against her cheek; immediately after, a moist sensation came from her earlobe.

A gentle kiss. Ning Xu’s heart trembled slightly. She opened her eyes to look at Zhu Shengxi, but contrary to the softness of her actions, the other woman’s brow was still layered with coldness, and her eyes held not a single trace of tenderness.

Ning Xu stared at her blankly. Zhu Shengxi looked back at her indifferently, her hand pausing in its movement.

Since their reunion, her gaze had been nothing but cold and distant, but at this moment, Ning Xu saw a hint of other emotions in her eyes.

Beneath the indifference lay a concealed, flickering sense of hatred and resentment.

The suspicion in her heart was confirmed at this moment, and a bitter smile blossomed on Ning Xu’s lips.

The hatred in the eyes of the person before her was so obvious; while her heart ached, Ning Xu felt a sense of relief.

At the very least, it was better than having no ripples at all. Resentment and hatred—were they not also a form of caring?

Zhu Shengxi caught the flash of gloom in her eyes but said nothing. Instead, she took a white silk band and covered the eyes of the person beneath her.

By the time Ning Xu realized what was happening, her vision was a world of darkness. Without her sight, her other senses became even more sensitive; she could even feel that hand moving further down.

Fingertips rubbed and kneaded against a certain spot, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Ning Xu let out a pained, rhythmic moan, her knees instinctively trying to press together, but in the next moment, they were blocked by the other person’s leg, interrupting her attempt to close them.

A numbing sensation spread throughout her body. Ning Xu couldn’t help but clench her hands; the Monster-Binding Rope around her wrists tightened further due to the force, bringing a stinging pain to her wrists.

This pain, mixed with the tide-like waves of pleasure, actually created a strange, indescribable sensation.

The skin on her neck turned pink, and her chest heaved gently with her quickened breathing. Zhu Shengxi gazed down at her, a playful intent rising within her.

The kneading motion suddenly accelerated, only to stop abruptly at a certain peak. The gathered sensation dissipated, and Ning Xu pursed her lips tightly, a sense of emptiness rising in her heart.

“Sheng-sheng…” she called out softly, her tone carrying a hint of pleading. Without further words, Zhu Shengxi understood the meaning behind that low call, yet she deliberately continued her unhurried teasing.

She saw Ning Xu turn her face back. Even with the white silk band blocking her view, she knew for certain that those eyes were fixed upon her at this moment.

“Why did you lie to me? Ning Xu, before you plunged the dagger into my heart, was there a single moment of hesitation?”

“I… mng…”

The person before her clearly did not want to hear her answer. Ning Xu’s body tensed for a moment, and the explanation she hadn’t yet voiced turned into a broken, soft hum.

“Sheng-sheng… kiss me.”

Zhu Shengxi ignored her words. The longed-for kiss was slow to arrive, like being tossed high into the sky without being caught in time.

She didn’t know how many times it had been, but Ning Xu was already somewhat unable to bear it, sobbing softly: “No more.”

In the next moment, the white silk band covering her eyes was untied. She instinctively looked at the person before her.

Zhu Shengxi’s clothes were neat; by contrast, she looked extremely disheveled. An unknown sense of grievance welled up in her heart. Just as Ning Xu was about to speak, she saw Zhu Shengxi lightly raise her hand.

Her fair, slender hand had distinct knuckles, and glistening water droplets trickled down from her fingertips. Ning Xu’s heart hammered like a drum, and she hurriedly averted her gaze, not daring to look again.

“No more? That’s not what it says here.”

She had no way to refute it and slowly closed her eyes.

The warm yellow candlelight cast the tangled shadows of the two people; a hidden fragrance wafted through the room, accompanied by the constant, ambiguous sound of water.

As dawn broke, Zhu Shengxi took out a large cloak, wrapped the sleeping person tightly, and carried her toward the warm spring in the back mountains.

She had practiced here since childhood, so no one would come to disturb them. Besides ordinary cleansing, this warm spring also had healing properties.

Zhu Shengxi brought Ning Xu into the warm spring. She held her with one arm and looked down at the crisscrossing whip marks on the woman’s back.

Even in her sleep, Ning Xu seemed to feel the warmth, instinctively nuzzling into the arms of the person beside her.

Sensing her unconscious movement, Zhu Shengxi froze. The woman leaned against her like this, her features reflecting a few hints of trust and dependence.

Zhu Shengxi remained silent and took hold of her wrist.

Having been bound by the Monster-Binding Rope all day, a deep circle of blood-red marks was imprinted on her wrist—a somewhat shocking sight.

The white jade pendant was still hanging around her neck. Zhu Shengxi looked at the drop of blood within it, her gaze complex.

Better to soak in the warm spring a bit longer.

The morning glow pierced the horizon. Li Yishuang flew her sword to the main hall, where a white-haired, snow-skinned woman sat regally in a high position, her gaze slightly lowered as she stroked the white fox nestled in her lap.

Xie Funing was forced to kneel to the side, suppressed by chains covered in talismans that restrained her yin and resentment, binding her tightly.

Li Yishuang did not look sideways, walking straight forward and bowing: “Master.”

“Mhm,” the woman lifted her eyelids slightly. “I allowed you to recover for a few days. I haven’t asked you yet—is Ling Zhuo dead?”

“Your disciple was seriously injured at the time and failed to execute her.”

The woman’s hand stopped. The spiritual fox tactfully jumped down. She slowly shifted her gaze to Xie Funing, saying nothing.

Li Yishuang remained in her bowing posture. Since her Master did not respond, she was clearly being ignored on purpose.

Xie Funing sensed the gaze and gave a grim smile: “Feng Yu, I told you, our next meeting would find my strength sufficient to wound you.”

Hearing this, Li Yishuang’s expression tightened.

Master… was actually injured?

Feng Yu gave her a fleeting glance and gestured for the apprentice to take Xie Funing away.

A moment later, only she and Feng Yu remained in the main hall. Li Yishuang’s gaze was worried: “Master, are you hurt?”

“It’s no matter, a minor wound.” Feng Yu shifted her gaze back to her, the corners of her lips curling slightly. “Why are you still bowing? I have never cared for such hollow formalities.”

Upon hearing this, Li Yishuang straightened up and said, “It was your disciple’s incompetence that failed to kill Ling Zhuo.”

“Zhuo-er used to love you most as her Senior Sister; she likely still does. If you wanted to kill her, it should be an easy task.”

Li Yishuang heard the suspicion in those words. After a moment of silence, she replied, “Master, she is no longer who she used to be. She only sees me as an enemy now.”

“Your disciple will not be soft-hearted. Given any opportunity, I will surely…”

“Now,” Feng Yu smiled and interrupted her. “I know. I am not doubting you. It’s just, Shuang-er, you saw it this time—Ling Zhuo has taken many cultivators’ lives, her hands are stained with the blood of the innocent. If she isn’t eliminated, more and more cultivators will suffer.”

“She was once a disciple under my seat; now she has become this thing that is neither human nor ghost, harming others. If word gets out, it will inevitably damage the reputation of the entire sect.”

Feng Yu had clearly made up her mind to eliminate Ling Zhuo. Li Yishuang never went against her and answered softly:

“Your disciple understands.”

Li Yishuang bowed again, preparing to withdraw. After walking a few steps, she suddenly remembered something and turned back.

“Master, how should Gu Xin be dealt with?”

Previously, Master had only mentioned Ling Zhuo and hadn’t specified anything regarding Gu Xin.

The three of them had originally joined under Feng Yu together. Gu Xin was once Master’s favorite, but later, Master personally acted to strip Gu Xin of her cultivation. She found it difficult to grasp the Master’s attitude and felt compelled to ask.

Silence fell over the hall. Li Yishuang looked at Feng Yu’s half-closed eyelids, thinking she was feeling a lingering reluctance.

To her surprise, the woman’s cold voice rang out in the next moment: “Gu Xin? She isn’t dead yet?”

“I didn’t see her this time, but judging from Ling Zhuo’s reaction, she should still be alive.”

Feng Yu waved her hand dismissively. “Kill her as well, to avoid future troubles.”

Her indifferent attitude made Li Yishuang’s heart turn cold. After a long while, she finally responded: “Yes, Master.”

After Li Yishuang withdrew, Feng Yu nodded slightly, and the apprentice brought Xie Funing back to the hall.

“Purposefully sending me away—are you afraid your ‘good disciple’ will discover your true face?”

“True face?” Feng Yu let out a cold sneer. “Have you forgotten? The Xie family only survives because of the secret protection of the Xuanqing Sect. Likewise, I have the means to make the Xie family disappear instantly.”

Hearing this, Xie Funing stopped speaking, her eyes staring at her coldly.

Seeing this expression, Feng Yu instead began to laugh. “Don’t look at me like that. Tell me, what have you gained?”

The woman before her looked gentle, and her tone was unhurried, but Xie Funing knew how ruthless her methods were.

In this world, the only thing she cared about was the remaining members of the Xie family. Feng Yu saw right through this, certain that she would comply.

Xie Funing looked at her sideways and said gloomily, “You’ve seen it. I practiced the secret technique you gave me and became this state haunted by yin energy. Absorbing the resentment on Bone-Shade Mountain does indeed increase cultivation; the price is falling into the path of evil.”

Feng Yu scrutinized her for a few moments. If nothing was out of the ordinary, her spiritual consciousness should have been completely eroded by the overwhelming resentment and yin energy.

That was not the result she wanted.

Her knuckles tapped the wooden chair one by one. Feng Yu’s eyes narrowed. “What about other methods?”

Xie Funing saw the eagerness in her eyes—it was a hunger for power. Cultivators emphasize gradual progress and following the natural way of the Dao; this person’s actions were the polar opposite.

She despised Feng Yu’s hypocrisy in her heart, but her mouth could only state the truth: “The blood of Zhu Shengxi from the Guiyun Sect can accelerate the speed of cultivation.”

Feng Yu curled her lips into an ambiguous smile.

“Not a bad way to increase one’s realm.”

Taking another’s blood to boost one’s own cultivation—such an act she did not call an evil technique, but rather a “way to increase one’s realm.”

Looking at the smile on her face, Xie Funing felt a chill run through her entire body for the first time.