I Really Need to Get You Under Control!

Squish-

Sitting at his desk, eating the meal brought by Fu Rong-one of the Top Disciples and the sect leader's personal chef-Ma Xianhong tilted his head toward the ceiling, patted his shaft, and sighed in heartfelt satisfaction.

"As expected of the Psychology Representative. I feel so much better already. Bring me another couple of steamed buns to suck on later. I just love flour-based food."

"Squish-Sect Leader, you &#％＼" Rolling her eyes, Fu Rong looked up from beneath the desk, raised her middle finger, and mumbled something indistinct.

Judging by her rosy complexion, she must have been offering some auspicious blessings.

"Don't talk while you're eating. And vice versa-don't eat while you're talking. That's basic manners. Our Jiejiao teaches all without distinction. Come at the third watch, and I'll open the back door to give you some special tutoring."

Fu Rong: (눈益눈)

Why did she feel like she'd been blind yet again? Fuck, why did this feel like such a tiny little grain?

The third watch, huh? Just he wait! She was going back to steep a horse's cock in liquor!!

Having viciously polished off every last drop, Fu Rong briskly stood to leave, only for Ma Xianhong to grab her and pull her back down into her seat.

Reaching out to poke the muscles of Fu Rong's lower abdomen, Ma Xianhong's eyes shone. He liked this sort of vigorous, powerful physique. As expected of a female sword immortal, her figure left nothing to be desired, brimming with strength.

It would have been even better if she were an older woman.

"Stop messing around. A few more people have come to the village wanting to join our Jiejiao. I still have to preside over the Heart-Questioning Formation." Running her hand over Ma Xianhong's abs, Fu Rong was just about to instinctively reach farther down when she suddenly remembered something. Under his teasing gaze, her face reddened, and she slapped away his wandering hand with a coquettish huff.

"All right, Psychology Representative. I'll call you again when I'm feeling troubled." Tilting Fu Rong's chin up, Ma Xianhong smacked his lips and tugged up his waistband.

Although his Jiejiao taught all without distinction, that didn't mean every assorted scoundrel with crooked intentions could join. Their background wasn't an issue; anyone with a destined connection could be accepted. After all, people couldn't choose what they were born with, but what they became afterward depended largely on themselves.

Old Ma in the original story had been far too careless. Sure, Zhao Guizhen's Seven Fiends Gathering in the Body couldn't be detected once mastered, but couldn't he at least have made a few artifacts that could question people's hearts? Letting in a vile bastard like that, then having his artifacts stolen and used to murder people-he was far too trusting.

In any case, Ma Xianhong had now set up a formation. Anyone who wanted to join had to pass through it first. He didn't demand that they be good people; at the very least, they couldn't have committed any grievous wrongs. A clear conscience was enough.

At least he'd added a threshold for entry. But since he was even more unrestrained than in the original story, his operation was already quite substantial, and he had gathered six Top Disciples.

Of course, those six were the only ones who could fight. The villagers weren't even as effective as an artifact he could casually toss out and detonate.

Watching Fu Rong leave, the thoroughly invigorated Ma Xianhong closed his eyes again to conserve his energy.

Qu Tong certainly lived up to her position as president of the Yaoxing Society, one of the largest intelligence organizations in the country. Whether deliberately or not, dragging things out like this really had worked. At the very least, it had unsettled his mind.

Still, Ma Xianhong didn't particularly care. Whatever happened, this sister he'd acquired was bound to venture into this dragon's pool and tiger's den.

The Self-Cultivation Furnace hadn't yet reached its perfect state. His dear sister couldn't bear to fall out with him just yet.

Whether she wanted to brainwash him again or genuinely trusted him, and even regardless of whether she knew he'd laid an ambush, Ma Xianhong was certain that Qu Tong would come sooner or later.

Post-nut clarity really deserved its reputation. His thoughts were genuinely clear-far better than that damned Sage Mode.

It looked like he'd have to call the Psychology Representative over more often to help relieve him. Whatever was troubling him, a little release would take care of it.

Now he just had to see what his dear sister intended to do.

After a while, Ma Xianhong held his breath and focused, quietly circulating Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements and refining his body along the pathways of the Eight Gates Technique. Feeling the changes within him, he smiled faintly.

At the same time, as though his spiritual power had received some feedback, Ma Xianhong opened his eyes slightly. A light screen formed by several mechanical flying insects appeared before him, displaying the area outside Biyou Village.

She's here.

He waved away the insects, snapped his fingers to deactivate the restrictions inside the workshop, and leaned lazily back in his chair to wait.

Only a few minutes later, a series of clicking footsteps reached Ma Xianhong's ears. Opening his eyes, he saw a coldly beautiful woman.

Qu Tong, president of the Yaoxing Society, the country's largest intelligence organization, inheritor of Dual-Handed Manipulation-one of the eight extraordinary skills-and Ma Xianhong's sister in name.

She sported striking, shoulder-length pink hair. Her low-cut gown boldly displayed her full breasts and fair, slender legs, revealing every proud curve of her figure. Thick-soled high heels made her lovely legs look even longer and straighter.

She radiated an unquestionable queenly presence. Even more remarkably, elegance, allure, dignity, and seductiveness blended within her in a wondrous, utterly natural harmony. Merely standing there, she seemed capable of effortlessly plucking the deepest strings of another person's heart.

"Xianhong, I'm here. You've been a little too reckless lately." Qu Tong wrinkled her nose, feeling that there was a strange smell in the air.

"Oh?" Ma Xianhong raised an eyebrow and looked Qu Tong up and down, still lounging lazily in his chair. "What sort of recklessness are you referring to, Sister?"

Qu Tong, who possessed Dual-Handed Manipulation's hands of nature and life, had never been someone to take lightly. Moreover, according to information he theoretically shouldn't have known, she very likely possessed a rudimentary version of Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements now.

That portion of his memories had most likely been erased by Qu Tong. Before awakening his memories, Ma Xianhong hadn't even known how many times he'd been brainwashed. Ultimately, however, the human body was simply too wondrous. Even though Dual-Handed Manipulation's hand of nature could peer into a human soul, a "past life" clearly fell outside the scope of the current one.

Regardless of what Qu Tong intended to do, he had no fondness for this sister.

He did rather want to get his hands on Dual-Handed Manipulation, though. The blue hand could freely extract, process, and inspect memories, while the red hand could regenerate severed limbs, alter every aspect of the body's information, and even bring back the dead or completely remold a person.

Still, barring any surprises, there was a huge pitfall hidden in it. At the very least, anyone of the Lu Family bloodline who wanted to awaken Dual-Handed Manipulation would receive the memories Duanmu Ying had spiked with potent extras back then, winning themselves a dark history capable of instantly shattering their Dao heart.

Heaven only knew whether Qu Tong's version of Dual-Handed Manipulation had any pitfalls of its own.

But more than that, he was curious about what Qu Tong intended to do now. Had she failed to see what he was planning, or was she simply supremely confident?

"Hehe, Xianhong, have you been working too hard lately? Your head's starting to hurt again, isn't it? Come, let your sister give you a proper treatment."

The corners of Qu Tong's lips curved upward as she smiled and slowly approached.

Although his attitude puzzled her somewhat, her good little brother, who had always been rather flighty, had grown increasingly disobedient lately. Now his behavior seemed even more erratic.

Still, she didn't think anything was wrong. She knew Ma Xianhong's temperament. Although he now seemed to know something he shouldn't, it wasn't much of a problem.

She didn't believe he could escape her control. Ma Xianhong had danced in the palm of her hand from beginning to end. Even if she gave him an opportunity, what could he possibly do?

Disobedient? No matter. She could simply modify him again.

You little brat, I really need to get you under control!