The Immortal Lord of the Path of Ruthlessness Bends for Me - Chapter 21

Chapter 21: “Master, Do You Like This Pressure?”

“Master, do you like this pressure?”

“Are you almost there?” Ling Shu smirked. She intentionally pulled away, propping her face up with one hand as she lay beside her. Her robe slipped from her shoulder, revealing a rounded, milky-white curve.

Zhuang Jinfu gasped, a low sob escaping her. Her eyes were filled with longing, watching Ling Shu with a suppressed desperation—craving more but refusing to utter a single word of plea.

That wicked fox raised her hand, forcing the Immortal to look at the glistening silver threads connecting their fingertips. She leaned in close to her ear. “Do you want it?”

“You are… too cruel.” Zhuang Jinfu pressed Ling Shu’s hand down, her own strength surging as she pinned Ling Shu’s shoulder against the bed. They locked eyes. Ling Shu chuckled, hooking her arms around the Immortal’s neck. “Oh? Revolting already? My dear Master.”

“Ngh…! You’re too impatient, Master.” Ling Shu tilted her head back and kissed her deeply.

After a long, heated exchange, Zhuang Jinfu turned her head away. Ling Shu, unsatisfied, chased after her. Zhuang Jinfu covered Ling Shu’s lips with her hand. “You call me Master, yet in your heart, you have never treated me as such. Ling Shu, teacher and disciple must observe the laws of human relations.”

Ling Shu bit the center of her palm, her enchanting eyes ensnaring the Immortal’s soul. Zhuang Jinfu was bewitched; her hand slowly relaxed.

Ling Shu grinned wickedly. “Zhuang Jinfu, where are those ‘human relations’ you speak of now?”

Zhuang Jinfu had no answer.

“Wake up, Ling Shu.”

A clear, resonant voice echoed in her ear. Was this the past, the present, the future, or still a dream?

A sudden chill swept over her. If it was cold, Zhuang Jinfu must be nearby.

Before Ling Shu’s eyes, there was still a disheveled, flushed Zhuang Jinfu, trapped in a state of boundless, erotic desire. Ling Shu reached for her shoulders, tilting her head up to claim those vermilion lips once more.

But she kissed only coldness.

The coldness of a dry, rough palm.

Bound to the side, Zhao Chi watched Ling Shu’s movements with wide-eyed shock. The Fire Sparrow Fairy was suspended in the air, bound by ice crystals, unable to use a shred of magic.

“Ling Shu, look closely at who I am,” Zhuang Jinfu said coldly.

Ling Shu’s eyes were unfocused. She grabbed the chilly wrist covering her mouth, trying to pull it away, but the wrist remained immovable. “Zhuang Jinfu… you are Zhuang Jinfu.”

Zhuang Jinfu: “…”

Zhuang Jinfu turned her head and sent a slap of spiritual energy toward the Fire Sparrow Fairy. Her voice was freezing. “How do I wake her up?”

The Fairy was sent flying, crashing into the wall of a scorched house before being pulled back by a tether of magic. Covered in ash and soot, the Fairy smirked. “I’ll wake her up if you let me go. How about that for a deal?”

“How do I wake her?” Zhuang Jinfu’s expression did not change.

“Let her achieve what her heart desires in the dream, and she will wake,” the Fairy said, looking on as if enjoying a show.

The next moment, she was sent flying again. A crumbling wall collapsed over her, burying her in debris. Zhao Chi could see that the ice crystals surrounding the Fairy were protecting her vital organs.

“Absurd.” Zhuang Jinfu raised her hand to strike Ling Shu’s neck to knock her unconscious. The Fairy anticipated this and shouted from the ruins, “If she falls unconscious now, she’ll never wake up!”

Zhuang Jinfu questioned her. “If someone dreams of becoming the Sect Leader, do they have to kill the current one to wake up?”

“Exactly,” the Fairy chirped.

Zhao Chi cut in anxiously, “What happens if she doesn’t wake up?”

The Fairy laughed. “She dies.”

Zhao Chi’s pupils dilated. Deep terror and trauma flooded back to her. Her whole body trembled. “Then I… I didn’t… didn’t I…”

The Fairy laughed harder. “Beauty, if you wanted to do it, of course I helped you.”

Zhao Chi looked as if her eyes might burst. She struggled against her bonds. “Why would you help me?! Let me die… just let me die!” She broke into a sob, her voice catching in her throat as tears fell.

“Crying? Why are you crying?” The Fairy looked confused. “Didn’t you want to be free from that family that beat, cursed, and belittled you? Didn’t you dream of killing them? I took you home and let you have your wish. Why are you sad?”

“They were my only two family members left in the world. They loved me,” Zhao Chi wailed. “They loved me!”

The Fairy grew indignant. “They beat you and used ‘your own good’ as an excuse to suck the life out of you. You call that love?”

“That’s control! They used you selfishly! You earned a thousand spirit stones and they took eight hundred. You saved every penny for school and cultivation, and they mocked you, saying education made you stupid and that women should just go work. They hit you to force you to give them money. And you still say they loved you?”

“They loved me…” Zhao Chi’s lips trembled. “They loved me. They couldn’t not love me.”

“Don’t be stupid!” the Fairy roared. “That isn’t love! That’s utilization! That’s devouring a person!”

Zhao Chi’s world shattered. She was twenty-five years old, and it took an evil cultivator to teach her what love was.

Ice crystals silently moved toward the Fairy’s throat. The Fairy immediately called out to Zhuang Jinfu. “Immortal, I’m not lying! Human desire is a bottomless pit. She has many dreams, you just need to fulfill one of them. I know what Ling Shu is dreaming about—she wants to sleep with you.”

A faint blush crept across Zhuang Jinfu’s pale face.

Looking at Ling Shu, who was clinging to her waist and pressing against her, she cursed under her breath, “Rebellious disciple.”

The Fairy was surprisingly “helpful.” “I know you follow the Path of No Emotion and can’t do that. But there is one more way. Usually, I don’t tell people, but if I help you, you have to let me go. A fair trade.”

Zhuang Jinfu seemed at the end of her patience. “Speak.”

“This kind of dream is common,” the Fairy said lazily. “In dreams like this, there’s usually a lot of foreplay. Just kiss her and she’ll wake up. Remember, her kissing you won’t work. You have to kiss her.”

Zhuang Jinfu stared at her with a grim face.

“I’m serious!” the Fairy cried. “I wouldn’t joke about my own life.”

The ice at her throat receded, though the bindings remained. Zhuang Jinfu picked up Ling Shu and walked toward the courtyard gate. The gate swung open with a surge of power, and Auntie Hai stood there, looking at a very grumpy Zhuang Jinfu.

“Ah… you solved it! Haha… welcome home, Immortal!” Auntie Hai stepped aside as Zhuang Jinfu crossed the threshold, with the other two captives being pulled along behind her by magic.

Zhuang Jinfu carried Ling Shu toward the bedroom. “Throw that evil cultivator in the woodshed. Drag the leopard in too and put it in a cage.”

“Where’s the cage?”

Zhuang Jinfu snapped, “Make one yourself!”

Inside the room, the moment Ling Shu was carried past the barrier, Zhao Chi’s bindings fell away. She watched them go, looking down at her black robes in silence. She realized she had become exactly what she hated. She was a person hidden in shadows, as black as the clothes Zhuang Jinfu had given her.

“No one is to enter without my word,” Zhuang Jinfu told them at the bedroom door.

Ling Shu’s gaze was tender. She leaned in to peck the Immortal’s forehead, but a hand caught her chin. Ling Shu resisted, trying to swat the hand away. Demon power clashed with immortal power, and Zhuang Jinfu’s grip left a red mark on Ling Shu’s chin.

“You’re hurting me!” Ling Shu complained.

Zhuang Jinfu immediately let go. Ling Shu pushed her away in a huff, but Zhuang Jinfu was still holding her. The movement caused them both to lose balance and fall. Zhuang Jinfu instinctively reached out to protect Ling Shu’s head.

Their bodies pressed together. Zhuang Jinfu could feel the heat and softness of the girl. For once, the emotionless Immortal felt flustered. She tried to get up, but Ling Shu’s hand pressed against her back, flipping them over. Now, Ling Shu was pinning her down.

How much further does she want to go?! This is preposterous!

Zhuang Jinfu forgot how to react. Ling Shu took advantage of the confusion to lean in and nip at the Immortal’s earlobe. A light lick followed, sending a shiver through Zhuang Jinfu.

“Ling Shu!”

Ice crystals erupted, wrapping around Ling Shu’s waist and lifting her into the air.

“It’s cold! Zhuang Jinfu, put your ice away!” Ling Shu grumbled.

Zhuang Jinfu took a deep breath, suppressing her rage. She dispelled the ice and caught Ling Shu in her arms, carrying her to the bed. When she tried to set her down, Ling Shu hooked her arms around her neck and refused to let go.

“Let go.” “No.” “Behave.” “I won’t.”

Zhuang Jinfu was silent. Ling Shu saw her displeasure and whispered, “If I behave, will you do it with me again?”

Zhuang Jinfu used her strength to pull the girl’s arms down and bind her wrists. “No.”

“But I want to. I want to see Master cry.”

The thought of the Fairy’s words was interrupted by this brazen comment. Zhuang Jinfu practically gnashed her teeth. “Ling Shu! Do not go too far!”

Ling Shu didn’t care. She leaned in and pecked the cold Immortal’s cheek. “Are we going to try something new then?”

Zhuang Jinfu turned to leave in a fit of pique, but stopped at the door and turned back.

“I knew you couldn’t leave me,” Ling Shu laughed, rushing over to pull at the Immortal’s belt.

Zhuang Jinfu stopped her with a sigh. She tried one last time. “Wake up, Ling Shu. I am your Master.”

Ling Shu just looked at her with interest. She wouldn’t wake up.

Must I really kiss her?

A sense of transgression washed over Zhuang Jinfu. For Ling Shu to desire her was an insult to hierarchy; but for her to cross that line was a sin. She had saved Ling Shu from the fire, but she couldn’t save her from the dream of desire.

Yet, this girl’s feelings were so sincere.

“Zhuang Jinfu, I like you so much.”

The person before her had eyes full of unshielded love. What was the crime in loving someone?

Zhuang Jinfu was silent for a long time. She could feel the rapid pulse in Ling Shu’s wrists. Finally, she sighed and cupped Ling Shu’s neck.

“Close your eyes.” “I want to see you.” “For this moment, please close your eyes.”

“Fine,” Ling Shu whispered, closing them. “Are you going to kiss—”

The cold scent of the Immortal surged forward. She didn’t finish her sentence.

The person she loved placed a gentle, tender kiss upon her lips.

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