Soon, night fell once more.
At the entrance to Wutong Courtyard.
Summer breezes came in waves, and the cicadas' song was so pleasing to the ear.
Knock, knock!
Knock, knock!
Fang Yang knocked on the door with practiced ease.
Before long, footsteps sounded from inside the courtyard.
The door opened.
One wore billowing black robes, his face expressionless.
The other wore an alluring long dress, her face wreathed in smiles.
Their eyes met.
"You're here?"
"Mm!"
"Shall we go in?"
"Mm!"
"..."
For three nights in a row.
The same time, the same place, the same way of meeting.
They had already developed quite an understanding.
There was no need for needless chatter. Two brief exchanges completed the routine.
They headed inside.
In the bedchamber, lamplight flickered.
The Princess Consort walked ahead, her face pale and her gait a little odd. She had rested for an entire day, yet even now, her legs still felt weak.
She had been wondering whether she could take a day off, but she had never expected the fiend to arrive so early.
He really never missed a single day.
The fiend could not back down, and neither could she.
Moreover, she had to stir up his lust.
Only when he was utterly immersed in it would he lower his guard, giving her that one chance.
Soon, the two entered the bedchamber.
Clothes still hung drying on the rail inside.
They had all been soiled over the previous two days.
Under the glow of the red lantern, the room's atmosphere seemed quite gentle.
Fang Yang stood in the center of the room with his hands clasped behind his back.
With her graceful waist swaying, the Princess Consort brewed tea and lit the lamps for him.
As for the young maid Ling'er, the instant Fang Yang knocked, she had crawled under the bed of her own accord, without needing a reminder from the Princess Consort.
The White Snow Lion Cat, meanwhile, found a comfortable corner and flopped down.
The cat grabbed a scrap of cloth to cover its eyes, then covered its ears with both paws.
Such heartbreaking proficiency.
Fang Yang knew nothing of any of this, but the Princess Consort saw it all clearly.
Beneath the red lantern's glow.
Her exquisitely beautiful profile flushed crimson too, her cheeks burning with shame. She wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Humiliation!
Utter humiliation!
How was what she was doing any different from those seductive vixens in the brothels?
Cleaning the room every day, diligently studying positions.
Then waiting at home for her lover to arrive.
Once he arrived, she even had to serve him tea and water, welcoming him with a smile.
She had stuffed her maid beneath the bed, and even the cat had suffered such indignities.
Every night, the whimpers never stopped.
For some reason, she even felt as though she were giving herself away for nothing.
No! That wasn't it!
She was carrying out her perfect plan without a moment's pause.
She was pleasing the fiend at any cost, making him grow fonder of her and more infatuated.
Ideally, he would fall completely in love, unable to extricate himself.
Only then could she wait for that slim chance to assassinate him.
Yes, that was it.
The Princess Consort secretly clenched her fist.
Her eyes were filled with resolve.
Forcing her trembling legs to hold her up, she turned around and approached Fang Yang with a lantern in her hand.
A seductive smile graced her exquisite face, her beauty enough to steal one's breath.
"Demon Venerable, tonight, let us begin in delight and end fully satisfied. Shall we?"
Her slightly trembling voice kept plucking at Fang Yang's heartstrings.
After two consecutive days of failure, the Princess Consort was ready to stake everything.
She only hoped he would become utterly immersed, giving her a chance to assassinate him.
Fully satisfied?
What did she mean? Hadn't she been satisfied the previous two nights?
Fang Yang froze, stunned and bewildered. He truly had not expected such a response.
Was he really that weak?
Surely not?
In his previous life, he had made even the boss's wife afraid to come looking for him at the office. How was he being scorned now?
He gritted his teeth without the slightest hesitation.
He tipped an entire bottle of pills straight into his mouth.
Without madness, there was no survival.
He refused to believe he could not raise her affection.
Puff!
Inside the room, the candle flame went out.
Beneath the bed curtains.
Two figures drew closer and closer.
Their gazes grew hazy, affectionate smiles on both their faces.
Fang Yang: I've completely mastered the Booklet's second move. Tonight, I'll open up a whole new world for you.
The Princess Consort: I've completely mastered the Booklet's second move. Fiend, I'll give you a little treat first. Just wait for your death!
Both murmured inwardly, each imitating the position shown in the illustrated booklet.
A moment later...
Their eyes widened at the same time.
"Wait, why does this feel so familiar?!"
The results are far behind those of other books released at the same time, and we didn't get an initial trial recommendation. I hope everyone can support the book by keeping up with the latest chapters. We'll try harder again next week.
Chapter 18: Facing the Inner Demon!
Night, in the bamboo grove of the Listening Sword Courtyard.
Ye Qinghong waved his hand, and the withered yellow leaf about to drift onto his clothes instantly shattered.
A gust swept the fine dust away, leaving his blue-green robes as clean as ever.
Only then did he nod in satisfaction.
He brought two fingers together and traced a small circle.
The Azure Shadow Sword he had carried on his back instantly flew up, circling him like a butterfly and tracing beautiful arcs.
His heart was even clearer, like a mirror!
At every moment, it reflected a sword.
This was the glazed sword heart.
The state every sword cultivator dreamed of attaining.
With a glazed sword heart, one could communicate with one's sword at all times, thereby honing one's sword heart.
For others, this was as difficult as ascending to heaven. For Ye Qinghong, it was as simple as eating and drinking.
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