Wolf King

A sweet, soft moan escaped from the bed curtains, echoing in the dark room… Su Yueling abruptly awoke from her dream, her eyes staring blankly at the pitch-black ceiling, unable to distinguish whether she was dreaming or in reality.
“Huff…” She tried to calm the strange, burning, and weak sensation throughout her body with deep breaths.
She propped herself up, her face and neck covered in sweat in the cold winter night, even her thin clothes were soaked.
Her large, bright, black eyes stared unfocused at the dark wall before her, her mind flashing rapidly through the passionate, erotic scenes from her dream.
After a while, her rapid breathing subsided slightly. She reached up to wipe the sweat from her neck, but in doing so, she touched her swollen, sensitive breasts.
"Mmm..." A soft, seductive moan escaped her red lips.
The sound echoed clearly in the quiet room. Startled by her own strange cry, Su Yueling quickly pressed her delicate lips together.
With trembling hands, she slowly threw back the covers, supporting herself on her weak legs, and shakily got out of bed. She walked to the table in the center of the room in the darkness and fumbled to light the oil lamp.
The soft light instantly illuminated the dark room, reflecting off her smooth, beautiful face. In the lamplight, tiny beads of sweat could be seen on her forehead, neck, and even the exposed skin of her clothes.
Su Yueling blinked her hazy eyes, adjusting to the sudden light, and looked down at her exposed skin.
The sight she saw deepened the blush on her already flushed face, a color amplified by her erotic dream.
Through the open bodice, a delicate pink nipple stood erect, a glistening drop of sweat clinging to it, seemingly about to fall. In the deep cleavage between her breasts, the sweat shimmered in the lamplight.
The completely soaked garment clung tightly to her delicate skin, clearly outlining her full, rounded figure; even the pink nipple hidden beneath the garment was faintly visible.
Her face flushed, she pulled up her bodice, unable to bear the shameful dampness between her legs any longer. She hurried to the wardrobe, picked out a clean garment, and changed out of her soaked clothes.
Behind the screen, she hastily wiped the dampness from her legs with a towel, quickly changing her clothes. She dared not look at her own body again, her mind a jumble of thoughts, utterly bewildered as to why she had such a shameful dream.
She was still a pure and innocent virgin, never having touched a man before, and had never even had the chance to talk to a young man. Yet, for the past two weeks, she had been awakened almost every night by strange passions in her dreams.
Recalling the man in her dreams caressing and touching her with his lips, tongue, and large hands, even her most private parts were not spared his ravages, completely surrendering to his grasp, her heart pounded wildly again.
Su Yueling was both ashamed and afraid, trying to recall the man's appearance in her dreams.
But no matter how hard she tried, just like the past two weeks, every time she woke up from the dream, besides the shameful passion, she only remembered a pair of beautiful, silvery eyes; the man's face was completely blank.
What puzzled her was that no one she knew had such beautiful eyes—if she had seen them, she would never forget them. In all her life, she had never seen anyone with such beautiful eyes!
She had been sitting at the table for quite a while, unable to figure out why she had the erotic dream or recall the man's face, so Su Yueling simply gave up trying. Looking out at the gray sky, she knew it would be quite a while before dawn.
But after all this commotion, she was wide awake and couldn't fall asleep.
So she got up, went to the dressing table, and used the remaining cold water from the night before to groom herself.
She put on a short-sleeved shirt and a warm coat, and after tidying herself up, she decided to go to the kitchen first to prepare the bee jelly cakes she needed to buy at the market early that morning.
She blew out the oil lamp on the table and gently opened the wooden door to the room, immediately feeling the cold outside.
The door had barely opened a crack when a biting, icy wind, accompanied by a few scattered snowflakes, slipped in, hitting her face and exposed hands.
She shivered from the cold. She tucked her small chin into her raised collar to avoid the chilly air. Her breath, upon contact with the cold air, formed a white mist in front of her, indicating it was a freezing day.
She warmed her icy hands with her breath, then quickly stepped out of the room, neatly closing the door behind her. Like an old man, she clasped her hands together in her sleeves and jogged lightly towards the kitchen at the other end of the house.
The sky was still pitch black, occasionally dotted with twinkling stars.
The bright, silvery moon was already setting in the west.
On the rooftop, a pair of deep, dark eyes, following her running figure, shone with a beautiful silver light… ****** Su Yueling deftly lit the fire, first gently warming the stone stove that had cooled all night, allowing it to slowly heat up to prevent it from cracking under sudden heat.
After lighting the fire, she washed her hands, which were covered in soot, and took off the thick coat that was useless in the warm kitchen, draping it over the back of a chair. Then she tied an old but snow-white apron around her slender waist.
Moving her petite frame deftly, she took a large wooden basin for kneading dough from a low cabinet where pots and pans were kept, lifted it onto the work surface, carefully poured flour and oil into the basin, mixed in fine white powdered sugar, and meticulously stirred it all together.
This single task alone brought beads of sweat to her forehead, and her body warmed from the exertion, no longer feeling the morning chill.
Although kneading such a large basin of dough was a bit strenuous for her small frame, in this freezing weather, keeping herself warm was a worthwhile task.
After kneading the oil-based dough, Su Yueling didn't rest for a moment. She quickly kneaded another batch of dough, just water and no oil. While the dough rested, she prepared her father's breakfast.
Without stopping for a second, Su Yueling immediately started cooking a small pot of fragrant, soft porridge on a small charcoal stove.
She squatted on the ground, tending the stove, patiently stirring the fragrant porridge, careful not to burn the bottom.
Once the porridge was cooked, she poured it into a small earthenware pot, tightly covered it, and then wrapped it securely in coarse cotton cloth and an old, worn-out coat. She placed it on the small table furthest from the kitchen doors and windows.
Using the remaining charcoal, she grilled a plump dried fish, served it on a small plate, and placed two kinds of pickled bamboo shoots and green beans beside it. A simple and nutritious breakfast was thus completed.
Looking at the prepared breakfast, Su Yueling smiled sweetly, humming a little tune as she gently placed the small dish next to the tightly wrapped earthenware pot.
Like a little worker bee, she turned back to the cutting board to prepare the pancakes.
Just as she turned to wrap the risen dough and oil paste with honey paste, there was a soft knock on the kitchen door.
"Ah Yue, I'm coming in!" A delicate, cheerful voice followed.
Before Su Yueling could respond, the door was pushed open from the outside.
A pretty girl in a dark red dress nimbly slipped through the small crack in the door.
She entered and quickly slammed the wooden door shut, keeping the chill out.
It wasn't that the girl in red was afraid of the cold, but rather that she was worried Su Yueling inside would get cold, so she hurriedly shut the door.
"Xiao Mo, why are you here so early?"
Su Yueling greeted her from behind the pretty girl's cheerful voice, not having time to look up at Xiao Mo. She was busy turning the wooden basin upside down and using her oily hands to spread the risen dough onto the work surface.
"And you're talking to me! Why did you get up so early today without calling me? If I hadn't needed to pee and seen the kitchen light, I might not have even been able to help you after you finished making the pancakes!"
Xiao Mo complained as she walked to the water vat in the corner, picked up a wooden spoon, broke the thin layer of ice on it, scooped up a spoonful of icy water, washed her hands, and prepared to help Su Yueling make the pancakes.
Busy with her work, Su Yueling heard Xiao Mo tapping on the ice and, fearing Xiao Mo's hands would get cold, quickly said, "Don't use that ice water in the vat! I put a bucket of water by the stove, it should be warmed by the fire by now—"
Before she could finish speaking, she stole a moment to glance at Xiao Mo standing in front of the water vat, and then her nagging voice rose, "Xiao Mo, it's freezing cold, and you're dressed so thinly! Why don't you listen to me?"
It was one thing for Xiao Mo to wash her hands with ice water, but she hadn't expected that she was only wearing the blouse and long skirt she usually wore indoors, and that she had walked all the way here from next door in the biting wind and snow!
She had never seen anyone as unafraid of the cold as Xiao Mo—Xiao Mo was probably the only one in the world as strange as her!
In fact, Xiao Mo's strangeness wasn't just her aversion to the cold; even her appearance was somewhat peculiar.
Fortunately, Su Yueling was naturally simple-minded and sometimes a little absent-minded. Aside from thinking about this question once or twice at the beginning, she stopped thinking about it carefully after becoming familiar with Xiao Mo.
Originally, the family living next door to the Su family was a cloth merchant surnamed Liu.
Several years ago, the entire Liu family moved away, neither selling the house nor entrusting anyone to manage it before leaving, simply letting it remain old and dilapidated.
Then, last autumn, just as the leaves were turning yellow, a large group of workers suddenly arrived next door.
Several carts of workers came and went, carrying a large amount of high-grade timber and exquisite furniture. They spent their days hammering, moving things around, giving the old house a complete makeover and transforming it into a brand new place.
A few days later, Xiao Mo's family moved in—
no, calling them a family isn't quite right, because apart from Xiao Mo, who looked and acted like a rich heiress, no one else had seen her. Only a considerable number of servants moved into the new house with her.
A little girl leading a group of servants, inexplicably moving next door—wasn't that strange?
The Su family and Xiao Mo's family were neighbors, and the two girls were about the same age and got along well. Within a few days, they were like sisters, inseparable all the time. Xiao Mo not only had a good relationship with Su Yueling, but even Su's father liked her very much.
Xiao Mo said that her real name was Ji Yanran, but because she had two older brothers, everyone in the family called her Xiao Mo. Su Yueling also followed suit and called her by her nickname.
When asked about Xiao Mo's parents, she said they had passed away when she was young.
When asked where Xiao Mo was from, she stammered and couldn't give a clear answer, only saying that her hometown was in a very, very far place.
Su Yueling hadn't given Xiao Mo the clear instructions and hadn't thought much about it, so she foolishly accepted her presence.
When Xiao Mo learned that Su Yueling had to get up early every day to prepare honey cakes to sell at the market, she volunteered to help every morning.
At first, Su Yueling refused—how could she let a rich young lady come to her house to do chores? But under Xiao Mo's persistent pleading and coquettish pleas, she had no choice but to surrender and let Xiao Mo do as she pleased.
Anyway, having someone to talk to could help pass the time. And with Xiao Mo's company, making cakes became more interesting. As
soon as she entered the door, she heard Su Yueling's monotonous nagging. Xiao Mo rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and walked to Su Yueling's side. She automatically picked up the honey jar from under the kitchen cabinet, ready to help wrap the cakes.
"She's only a little over a year older than me, and she's so nagging like a little old woman... Don't you find it annoying? When have you ever seen me get sick because I wasn't wearing those heavy coats?"
Xiao Mo took the small dough ball from Su Yueling, skillfully placed it on the work surface, pressed it flat, and then wrapped the prepared bee paste inside.
Soon, a small, delicate, round cake was completed in her hands.
Xiao Mo looked at her perfectly wrapped product with satisfaction, thinking to herself with pride, "She truly deserves to be the most clever little princess in the clan. Look how skillful her hands are!"
Having never done any housework since childhood, her fingers never lifted a finger, she had always been pampered and waited on hand and foot. How could she have had the opportunity to do these things
? Uh—she chose to forget how much of the ingredients Su Yueling had prepared wasted to achieve this level of skill... Turning her head to look at Xiao Mo, seeing her adorable, proud expression as she held the cake, Su Yueling knew that she was definitely admiring her own craftsmanship again.
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m an old woman, I just love to nag,” Su Yueling replied. “I don’t care if you’re cold or not, but if you want to go out with me later, you’ll have to wear your coat.”
“No way—” Xiao Mo wailed, “Wearing such thick clothes makes it hard to move around!” And it’s so stuffy! She added in her mind.
Without stopping her hands, Su Yueling wrapped the dough in oil paste, then divided it into small pieces, and placed them in front of Xiao Mo.
“You have to wear it even if it’s inconvenient. If you really catch a cold, how am I supposed to explain it to your family?”
“They won’t be angry…” And it’s not just her constitution that’s like this, all her clansmen are like this.
But she couldn’t say it out loud, so she could only resist in a low voice—anyway, she knew that in the end she would have to listen to Su Yueling.
Ignoring Xiao Mo’s mutterings, Su Yueling picked up the tray and took the finished products that Xiao Mo had wrapped, brushed each one evenly with diluted egg yolk, and then dipped them in chopped walnuts and dried apricots.
“Regardless of whether your family will be angry, I don’t want to see you sick and cold.” Su Yueying said to Xiao Mo while working. “So, even if it’s inconvenient, you have to wear warm clothes, understand?”
After making enough for one batch, she neatly stuck the round cakes into the stone stove, closed the copper lid, added enough firewood, and returned to the worktable to repeat the steps.
It’s always like this! As long as she uses her gentle charm, Su Yueying is helpless.
Xiao Mo pouted and reluctantly replied, “I understand! It’s always like this…”
“Alright, stop pouting, you could hang a pound of pork. Tomorrow when I go to the market to buy pork, you can follow behind me and help me carry the pork.” Su Yueying poked Xiao Mo’s puffed-up cheek and chuckled.
Hearing this, Xiao Mo couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Come and help me wash the wooden basin.” Su Yueying looked at Xiao Mo’s cute smiling face.
Xiao Mo nodded and stepped forward to help Su Yueling carry the wooden basin to the water vat.
Soon, with Xiao Mo's help, fifty or sixty bee jelly cakes were finished.
By the time Su Yueling extinguished the fire, it was already bright daylight.
They pushed their cart, braving the cold wind, to the market to sell small cakes—****** "Xiao Mo, are you hungry?" Su Yueling asked Xiao Mo, carefully pushing the cart along the slippery road. "You must be hungry, having gotten up so early to help me with chores,"
Xiao Mo, who was happily humming a tune as she swung around Su Yueling, lifted her skirt, tiptoed, and kicked at the pebbles on the road.
"Not hungry yet. But when we get to the market, shall we buy some hot tofu pudding?" Xiao Mo's mouth watered at the thought of the soft tofu pudding.
It wasn't that Xiao Mo was particularly interested in hot food, but she loved the soft, smooth texture of tofu pudding. Even if it was scalding hot, she still loved it.
"You're so funny, you never get tired of tofu pudding... I'm tired of eating it with you every day, how about we try something different today?" Su Yueling chuckled.
"Oh dear, I've never eaten this before!"
Busy replying, Xiao Mo walked on, when she suddenly noticed something strange about the shadow cast by the rising sun on the ground behind Su Yueling.
She quietly moved behind Su Yueling, her round eyes fixed on the shadow.
In the blink of an eye, the shadow that had been following Su Yueling suddenly changed.
The shadow gradually turned into a deep, dark black, and then from its darkest part, eerie black mist, resembling tentacles, slowly extended.
Just as it stretched out its tentacles, about to touch Su Yueling's small feet, Xiao Mo immediately took a step forward and stomped hard on it with her embroidered shoes.
Su Yueling didn't notice anything amiss behind her and continued pushing the cart forward, teasing Xiao Mo about her gluttony.
Strangely, the shadow that Xiao Mo had stepped on didn't move with Su Yueling's steps; instead, it remained rooted to the spot.
It struggled incessantly, seemingly trying to escape Xiao Mo's control.
Xiao Mo, her usually sweet face now as cold as the chilly weather, stood firmly on the shadow, her eyes gleaming with a stern light beyond her years.
She moved her lips, silently reciting a string of unintelligible words, and then a golden-orange light gradually emanated from the area around her small feet, completely obscuring the thick shadow on the ground—Chapter Two. The moment the light appeared, the shadow seemed to endure immense pain.
It rose from the ground, writhing and thrashing, expanding and shrinking. Until its color gradually faded, suppressed by the golden-orange light, it silently vanished from the ground.
With a cold smile, Xiao Mo glanced back at the deep shadows in the alley behind her, a mocking and disdainful smile on her face, before turning to follow Su Yueling.
However, at the same time, she was also speculating in her mind why those low-level demonic beasts were following Su Yueling—hopefully it was because she was near Su Yueling that they were attracted, otherwise any other reason would not be good for Su Yueling.
It seems that besides being playful, she also needs to keep an eye on Su Yueling recently!
After catching up with Su Yueling five steps away, Xiao Mo's expression quickly returned to its original innocent and carefree state, and she continued to bicker and tease Su Yueling.
"Strange, where exactly is your hometown? There's not even tofu pudding here." Isn't this kind of cheap soybean product something everyone can afford?
Could it be that Xiao Mo's family is too rich, so this little thing is simply not worth their attention? That's probably the only possibility!
"My hometown..." Xiao Mo's eyes darted around, thinking of reasons why she had never eaten tofu pudding.
After thinking for a while, she couldn't find any explanation. "Oh, you wouldn't understand even if I told you, anyway, I've never eaten tofu pudding since I was a child." Not knowing how to answer, she simply became cheeky.
As they talked, they reached their usual stall, where the surrounding vendors greeted them warmly.
"Yue'er, Xiaomo'er, you're early today!" came the friendly voice of Granny Liu, who sold rolled pancakes next to Su Yueling.
"Yes! I don't know what's wrong with Yue, she's up earlier than usual… I only came out after seeing the kitchen light when I got up to use the outhouse!"
Xiaomo chimed in, indirectly complaining about Su Yueling's early rise.
"Su'er, being diligent is good, but you need to be careful not to ruin your health," Old Man Chen, who was displaying fresh fruits and vegetables across the street, chimed in.
"Exactly. Like Granny Chen who used to sell fish, she ruined her health through overwork," Granny Jin, who sold tofu pudding, added.
Aunt Jin saw Xiao Mo staring intently at the hot tofu pudding on her stall, her adorable greedy expression quite endearing. So, Aunt Jin beckoned to Xiao Mo, ladled her a full bowl of tofu pudding, and then made Su Yueling a bowl of savory soy milk with an egg, along with two fried dough sticks, to fill their stomachs before starting their day's work.
"Thank you all for your concern, I'll be careful," Su Yueling said with a smile, accepting everyone's kindness and feeling very warm inside.
"Su girl, how's your father lately? I haven't seen him in a while. Tomorrow after we close the stall, I'll go back with you to see him," Granny Liu said with concern.
Su Yueling's father, Su Ziyu, was someone everyone had watched grow up, or even grown up with.
The Su family originally ran a pastry shop on the street. After Su Ziyu came of age, he somehow found a woman as beautiful as a fairy and married her. The young couple then had their pretty daughter, Su Yueling, and their lives were peaceful and fulfilling.
As the old saying goes, beautiful women often have short lives. A few years later, Su Yueling's mother passed away from illness.
Su Ziyu, who had always had a deep affection for his wife, couldn't bear the sudden loss and fell seriously ill. This illness caused them to lose their well-established shop.
For many years, the Su family relied on Su Yueling's pastry-selling business to make a living. It was thanks to her skillful hands and her ability to perfectly inherit the family's recipes that they were able to support themselves while caring for her father.
Upon hearing Granny Liu's suggestion, everyone agreed and planned to visit Su Ziyu at the Su family home after closing their stall the next day.
Su Yueling felt a warmth in her heart as she looked at the kind and warm-hearted people before her. Just as she was about to thank them again, Aunt Jin stopped her.
"Yueling, don't talk so much, fill your stomach first," Aunt Jin said, holding a bowl, and everyone quickly echoed her.
So Su Yueling had no choice but to go along with everyone's wishes and sit down in front of Granny Jin's stall, having breakfast with Xiao Mo.
Although she was drinking salty soy milk, Su Yueling felt as sweet as if she had drunk honey... ****** Although the weather was particularly cold today, Su Yueling's bee jelly cake business was exceptionally good, almost sold out before noon.
Su Yueling kept some cakes, wrapped them in oil paper, and despite Granny Liu and the others' refusing, insisted on giving them the cakes before pushing her cart and taking Xiao Mo home.
When they arrived at the door, Su Yueling handed the remaining bag of cakes to Xiao Mo. "Take these back."
Xiao Mo put her hands behind her back, refusing to take them. "No. These can be sold for money!"
"Anyway, they're all kept. And it's not like we're short a few coins." Even if Xiao Mo didn't eat them, she could share them with the servants at home!
"But..." Xiao Mo was still awkward, refusing to take her hands out from behind her back.
“Xiao Mo, my family isn’t as poor as you think, you can see that! Business is good every day, isn’t it? Just selling pancakes not only helps my father buy good medicine, but I can also save a little money.”
Su Yueling knew that Xiao Mo was trying to save her money, so she refused to accept her giving her something that could be sold for money for free.
"I'll take the cake, but you have to promise me one thing." Clever and quick-witted as Xiao Mo was, she understood Su Yueling's situation perfectly. Now that she'd finally seized the opportunity, she was determined to make Su Yueling accept her kindness.
Seeing Xiao Mo's mischievous expression, Su Yueling knew she was going to bring up the old issue again.
Sure enough, Xiao Mo continued—
"If I take your cake, you have to accept the fairy grass I give you."
"Why are you offering me worthless cakes again? Why should I exchange them for the precious fairy grass?" Su Yueling refused to accept Xiao Mo's kindness, because fairy grass wasn't some common weed!
It was a rare and valuable medicinal herb, even more precious than ginseng and snow lotus.
Although Xiao Mo said she had plenty of it in her hometown, that might be an exaggeration. After all, the fairy grass was a treasure even the imperial palace considered precious. Even if Xiao Mo's family was incredibly wealthy, they couldn't just give it away so casually.
"Ah Yue, you've rejected me five times since we met. If you don't accept this time, I think we can stop being friends from today onwards. You're just being distant with me anyway!" Xiao Mo rarely put on a stern face in front of Su Yue Ling.
Su Yue Ling, hearing this, hurriedly tried to explain.
"You're not allowed to speak," Xiao Mo said coldly, raising a hand to stop Su Yue Ling. “I’ve told you before, in my hometown, there’s never a shortage of fairy grass. Besides, given our friendship, would I begrudge a few sprigs?”
Xiao Mo’s expression was incredibly mature, and she even started lecturing Su Yueling. “Old Man Su’s illness has dragged on for nearly ten years. If he doesn’t get proper treatment soon, are you going to let your only remaining family member leave us prematurely just for your pride?”
Honestly, even if she and Su Yueling hadn’t become good friends, their clansmen wouldn’t abandon their seriously ill father! After all,
he had not only cared for the clan’s Purple-Robed Saintess but also raised Su Yueling. Even if he hadn’t done anything particularly meritorious, he had certainly put in the effort. Of course, they were willing to provide Old Man Su with fairy grass without limit.
Yet, there was this stubborn person, Su Yueling, who refused such a good opportunity to treat her father and insisted on arguing about the preciousness of the fairy grass.
“Xiao Mo…” Su Yueling’s eyes reddened. She had never seen Xiao Mo so angry before, and she couldn’t help but feel sad.
She understood that what Xiao Mo said wasn’t without reason; she was also very worried about her father’s health!
"Give it to me!" Suddenly, Xiao Mo stretched out her hand and said to Su Yueling.
"Ah," Su Yueling was about to let herself wallow in her sadness when Xiao Mo suddenly said something out of the blue. She stared blankly at Xiao Mo.
"Give me the cake in your hand!" Xiao Mo glanced at the dazed Su Yueling and commanded.
"Okay!" Su Yueling obeyed Xiao Mo's command and handed her the bee jelly cake.
After receiving the cake, Xiao Mo's expression changed, and she smiled sweetly again. "I'll bring the fairy herb this evening. Goodbye!"
Before Su Yueling could react, Xiao Mo turned and ran home with a smile.
She told Su Yueling it would be evening because many people didn't know that the fairy herb could only fully exert its effects after sunset.
Su Yueling watched Xiao Mo's figure disappear into the house like a little ball until she could no longer see her. Only then did she understand what Xiao Mo meant before she left.
Slowly, a smile appeared on Su Yueling's face.
She decided to cast aside her unnecessary reservations and accept Xiao Mo's kindness without hesitation.
Swiftly turning around, Su Yueling pushed open her family's worn wooden door and walked into the house.
"Dad!" Su Yueling put the cart back outside the kitchen, went into the front hall to peek in, and seeing no one, called out to her father's room.
Seeing no response, she lifted the heavy, warm curtain and peeked into the room. She saw the sheets on the bed neatly folded, but her father was nowhere to be seen.
She turned and left the room, walked out of the front hall, around the house, and headed towards the small garden at the back.
Just as she turned the corner, unsurprisingly, she saw her father squatting on the ground, turning the soil with a small shovel.
She walked up to him and called softly, "Dad, how long have you been doing this?"
Hearing his daughter's voice, her father turned around, smiling as he looked at Su Yueling squatting beside him.
"Not long ago. I just went for a walk outside and came back not long ago." Old Man Su looked at his daughter with heartache. "Lingling, you've worked so hard. It's all my fault, dragging this frail body around..."
It was all his fault, making his delicate little daughter get up early every morning to work hard to make a living, and he, her father, couldn't even help her.
Thinking about it, Old Man Su's heart ached. Looking at his beautiful daughter standing tall and graceful before him, he couldn't help but think of his beloved wife who had passed away early.
"Dad, don't say that. I really enjoy going to the market to sell pancakes. I'm so happy to see Granny Liu and Aunt Jin every day. By the way, they said they're coming to visit you after they close up shop tomorrow!"
Seeing her father getting sentimental, Su Yueling quickly changed the subject to prevent the sad atmosphere from continuing.
"Really? How can I trouble them? I can't accept having them make such a trip!" Old Man Su said politely, but he was actually very happy inside.
After all, they'd known each other for decades. Everyone was usually busy with their businesses, and he didn't have the energy to go to the market. Now that he could see his old friends, how could he not be happy?
Seeing her father's smiling face, Su Yueling also became cheerful. "I won't go out to sell pancakes tomorrow. I'll go to the market to buy some good vegetables and cook something delicious for everyone, okay?"
"Okay, okay, that's what we should do. You usually rely on them to take care of you so you can sell things safely at the market... I've saved the pocket money you usually give me. I'll give it to you later so you can buy some good things."
"Dad, I don't need your money. I have plenty on me. Don't worry, I'll manage it."
Su Yueling picked up another small shovel and helped her father turn the soil.
Although her father wasn't in good health, he couldn't be left lying down all the time, so he had cleared a small plot of land behind the house so he could grow vegetables and exercise when he had time and energy.
It's the dead of winter now, and this small patch of soil can only grow winter vegetables like radishes. They harvested a batch a few days ago, and there are no plans to plant anything else for the time being. But Old Man Su still comes to the backyard occasionally to turn the soil, preparing for replanting in the spring.
Father and daughter chatted about this and that, and Su Yueling suddenly remembered Xiao Mo, so she told her father about the fairy grass.
"Fairy grass is more precious than gold!" Old Man Su wasn't ignorant; he knew how valuable fairy grass was as a medicinal herb.
"Xiao Mo said it grows everywhere in her hometown..." Su Yueling said, a little hesitantly. How could fairy grass grow everywhere
? "Xiao Mo, you're not saying this just to cure my illness, are you?" This Xiao Jiu often came to their house, calling Old Man Su this and that sweetly. He loved her very much, treating her like a daughter.
"I thought so too, but Xiao Mo got angry today..." Su Yueling struggled to shovel up the hard, icy soil, then used the tip of the shovel to loosen it.
"Angry?" Old Man Su was surprised, because Xiao Mo was always lively and cheerful, and he had never seen her unhappy.
"Yes!" Su Yueling nodded. "Actually, she has mentioned it to me several times, but I have refused. Because we can't afford the fairy herb..."
Although the father and daughter made a decent living by selling pancakes, they were not rich enough to buy the fairy herb.
“Anyway, Xiao Mo said that if we don’t accept her fairy grass, she won’t talk to me anymore…” Su Yueling told her father what Xiao Mo had said.
Old Man Su sighed, “How are we going to repay this favor?”
At this moment, Su Yueling suddenly remembered something Xiao Mo had once said, so she asked, “Dad, have you ever met Xiao Mo before?”
“No! Why do you ask that?” Old Man Su asked curiously.
“Once, Xiao Mo said this was something they should do for you… Isn’t that strange?”
Su Yueling looked at her father; the father and daughter couldn’t understand why Xiao Mo would say such a thing… ****** The sun set.
The sky had already turned dark early.
Su Yueling dug out two small radishes covered with straw from a small hole in the back garden. She was about to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner when she heard Xiao Mo’s shouts coming from the front yard.
“Ah Yue, Old Man Su, I’m here!” Xiao Mo had barely pushed open the bamboo fence when she eagerly announced her arrival.
Hearing her voice, Su Yueling, carrying a water radish in her apron, hurried towards the front yard.
"Coming, coming!"
Turning the corner, Su Yueling saw Xiao Mo running towards the house and called out, "Xiao Mo!"
Xiao Mo stopped abruptly, and seeing Su Yueling, she waved a long, thin, green object in her hand and ran towards her.
"A-Yue, look, this is fairy grass, top-grade!" Xiao Mo reached Su Yueling, hastily shoving the fairy grass into her arms, then turned and shouted towards the bamboo fence, "Big brother, hurry up!"
Su Yueling, still dizzy from Xiao Mo's antics, hadn't even had a chance to properly examine the fairy grass in her arms before Xiao Mo's words drew her attention.
Su Yueling, whose older brother had never appeared before, couldn't help but peek over the bamboo fence, waiting to see Xiao Mo's family.
"You unruly girl!" A deep, mellow male voice responded to Xiao Mo's call with a smile before the person had even stepped over the high wall next door.
Just hearing such a pleasant voice captivated Su Yueling, who eagerly awaited its owner.
In the blink of an eye, a tall figure appeared from next door. Xiao Mo's older brother walked steadily and lightly towards Xiao Mo and Su Yueling.
The sun had already set, and the dim light prevented Su Yueling from clearly seeing the tall man's face. But the moment he entered, Su Yueling saw those beautiful, gentle eyes from her memory. She almost forgot to breathe, gazing at those pupils that occasionally flashed with a silvery light.
Seeing Su Yueling's expression, Xiao Mo mischievously winked at her older brother, then lifted her skirt and ran into the house.
Su Yueling blinked in confusion, looking at the handsome man standing before her. Her head unconsciously lifted as he approached—she wasn't even as tall as his shoulder.
She saw his lips moving, as if he were saying something, and it took her a while to truly come to her senses. Blushing, she quickly looked away, no longer daring to stare at him.
"You don't remember me?" Ji Rutian repeated his words with a charmingly masculine smile. He knew Su Yueling hadn't listened to his question.
Hearing his question, Su Yueling looked up, but upon seeing his smile, she immediately lowered her head in panic, instinctively shaking her head.
Apart from the eyes that appeared in her dream and were so vividly etched in her memory, she couldn't recall ever seeing him before. Dazzled by his smile, she couldn't even be sure if his eyes were the same as those in her dream.
"No wonder you don't remember. When I first met you, you were just a baby sucking your thumb!" A deep laugh came from his mouth as he recounted the first time he saw her.
"You really saw me?" She slightly raised her head, glanced at him shyly, and asked softly, looking again into his deep eyes.
Having overheard their conversation, Su Yueling finally understood the relationship between her family and Xiao Mo, and couldn't help but look at Xiao Mo with a hurt expression.
It seemed Xiao Mo already knew about their relationship; why had she kept it from her
? Seeing Su Yueling's reproachful expression, Xiao Mo quickly stepped forward, took Su Yueling's hand, and explained, "A-Yue, don't be angry, I didn't mean to hide it from you..."
Although she was eager to explain, Xiao Mo didn't know where to begin, and didn't dare to rashly reveal the whole truth, afraid of frightening Su Yueling and her father.
She truly considered Su Yueling her best friend; even back in their hometown, she hadn't been this close to any other girls her age.
“Ah Yue, I can’t explain the details right now, but we will definitely tell you everything in the future. You have to believe me, I absolutely did not mean to hurt you or deceive you.”
Xiao Mo took a breath and then said, “If you don’t believe me, I can swear—”
It was clear that Xiao Mo was sincere, and Su Yue Ling pulled down Xiao Mo’s raised hand. "Alright, alright, I believe you. But you can't keep things from me like this anymore."
Xiao Mo nodded vigorously with joy when she heard Su Yueling forgive her. "I won't! I'll tell you everything from now on!"
Seeing the two girls' intimate appearance, Ji Rutian gave Su Yueling a meaningful look before turning to Su's father and saying, "Uncle, I came because of the promise I made back then. You haven't forgotten, have you?"
"Yes! Look at me, I'm getting old, and my memory is fading... If I hadn't seen you, I would have completely forgotten about it."
Su's father regained his cheerful mood and beckoned to Su Yueling, "Lingling, come here."
After his daughter obediently walked to his side, Su's father stroked her head, "Rutian was the husband your mother arranged for you. Since your mother passed away, I've forgotten about it too..."
Su's father's words ignited a huge spark in Su Yueling's heart.
She couldn't hear anything her father said afterward, and could only stare speechlessly at Ji Rutian, who was still smiling at her.
"Your father has always been worried about your marriage, but now that Rutian is here, I can finally entrust you to him with peace of mind..."
Old Man Su didn't realize that his daughter was already stunned by him, and kept talking happily.
Only after Old Man Su finished speaking did Ji Rutian call out to Su Yueling, who was dumbfounded by this marriage, "Yue'er."
Ji Rutian saw Su Yueling blink in confusion because of his call, and he knew it was because no one had ever called her that before, so he continued to explain, "No one has ever called you that before, but when you were just a little kid, that's what I called you."
"Really?" Su Yueling asked unconsciously.
"Yes! Back then, when you heard me call you Yue'er, you were so happy that you would drool." He teased her deliberately.
Ji Rutian didn't hold back his smiles at all, making full use of his handsome appearance, ready to firmly capture Su Yueling's heart.
"I didn't do that..." Su Yueling said coquettishly, turning her flushed little face to the side, embarrassed to look at his handsome face.
While Ji Rutian was talking to Su Yueling, Xiao Mo tugged at Su's father's sleeve and whispered, "Uncle, shall we go to the dining room first? Our housekeeper has already prepared the food... Let's ignore them and go fill our stomachs first."
Now that her elder brother had revealed his identity, she should naturally follow suit and call Su's father "Uncle."
Su's father looked at Ji Rutian and his daughter, nodded in agreement, and went to eat with Xiao Mo, leaving the two young people behind to have their own thoughts.
******
It wasn't until Old Man Su and Xiao Mo had almost finished their meal that Ji Rutian and Su Yueling entered the dining room.
Xiao Mo, unable to contain her tongue, saw her older brother walk in with Su Yueshao and couldn't help but tease, "Ah Yue—no, from now on, I should call you sister-in-law!"
Embarrassed by Xiao Mo's teasing, Su Yueling stomped her foot and spat at her, "You brat, I'll pinch your mouth!"
Su Yueling lifted her skirt and ran forward, ready to teach Xiao Mo a lesson for teasing her.
Xiao Mo quickly put down her chopsticks and ran along the table, still shouting incessantly.
"I didn't call you wrong! You're going to marry—ah…" She almost let Su Yueling touch her clothes, screamed, and quickened her pace, passing behind Old Man Su again, continuing to run around the table.
"You stop right there…" Su Yueling wasn't as stamina as Xiao Mo; she was already panting after just two or three laps.
"I'm not stupid, why should I stop?" Xiao Mo turned back and made a face at Su Yueling. "Unless you call me 'Little Aunt'!"
Su Yueling, easily embarrassed, couldn't stand her younger sister's teasing. Hearing her father's laughter, she quickened her pace, trying to cover her sister's loose tongue.
The younger sister turned and saw Su Yueling's serious expression, then noticed her older brother who had been standing there watching them play since entering. Her eyes darted around, and she deliberately slowed her pace. Just as Su Yueling lunged at her, she nimbly turned and cleverly moved behind her brother.
Caught off guard by the younger sister's feint, Su Yueling couldn't stop her momentum and cried out as she fell into Ji Rutian's broad embrace.
Ji Rutian gently protected the soft body in his arms, ignoring Su Yueling's struggles, trapping her in his embrace. He whispered to stop the younger sister, who was giggling behind him.
"Young sister, stop fooling around! Come out!"
Hearing the seriousness in her brother's tone, the younger sister smiled, covered her mouth, and quickly walked back to sit beside their father.
Fearing that Su Yueling might faint from embarrassment, Ji Rutian released his arm from hers as she wished, and gently said, "Don't mind Xiao Mo, hurry up and finish your dinner so I can treat your uncle."
Because of his words, Su Yueling forgot her shyness and raised her blushing face, "You're going to treat my father?" Was he a doctor? Before Ji
Rutian could answer, Xiao Mo chimed in, "Yes!
To maximize the medicinal effect of the Immortal Herb, someone with profound internal strength is needed to help open up the meridians throughout the body, and that person is none other than my eldest brother!"
"Stop talking nonsense! After you've eaten, go and boil the fairy grass, white sesame, and red banana together with three bowls of water until it becomes a simmering liquid, and give it to your uncle."
Ji Rutian instructed Xiao Mo to boil the medicine because only their clan knew that the truly effective part of the fairy grass was the part of the plant without lotus patterns, and the best fairy grass had the most and most complex patterns, requiring an experienced person to skillfully extract the usable parts.
Hearing her elder brother's instructions, Xiao Mo didn't dare to delay at all. She quickly shoveled the last two mouthfuls of rice into her mouth, then grabbed the handful of fairy grass from the table and ran to the kitchen.
"I'll go help too!" Su Yueling didn't even bother to eat her rice and wanted to follow Xiao Mo to the kitchen.
Ji Rutian reached out and stopped her, taking her arm and gently leading her to the dining table, pressing her down to sit. "You can't help. Fill your stomach first, then you'll have to come in and help me later."
Hearing his words, Su Yueling had no choice but to obediently sit down, pick up her bowl and chopsticks, and try to swallow her rice while listening to Ji Rutian's instructions to her father... ****** After the meal, Old Man Su finished bathing, drank the medicine prepared by Xiao Mo, and fell into a deep sleep due to its effects.
Because Ji Rutian was unable to protect himself while clearing Old Man Su's long-standing blocked meridians, Xiao Mo was ordered to guard outside the room.
Su Yueling, who followed Ji Rutian into the room, reached out and took the stack of cloths he handed her. Just as she was about to look up to ask him what the cloths were for, she saw him with his back to her, brazenly undressing.
"You... what are you doing?" She hurriedly covered her face with the cloths, but his muscular back and shoulders were already completely imprinted in her mind, and his strong and powerful figure made her blush and her heart race.
Turning around, he saw her face completely buried in the cloth. Ji Rutian's chest trembled with laughter, his deep chuckle reaching Su Yueling's ears.
"Yue'er, even if I were to take off all my clothes, I wouldn't choose this time. Although your father is unconscious, I don't want to be in his room..." Ji Rutian didn't say anything too explicit.
Su Yueling slightly moved the cloth aside, glancing in his direction. Seeing that he had only taken off his upper garments, leaving his lower garments intact, she felt relieved and lifted her face from the cloth.
Forcing herself to ignore the obvious smile on his face, she casually asked, "What do I need to do?"
"Come here!" Ji Rutian stretched out his large hand, gesturing for her to come forward.
Without much hesitation, Su Yueling placed her small hand in his broad, warm palm, letting him pull her closer.
"Later, I'll help your father unblock all his meridians. You need to help me wipe away the sweat that's coming out of my body, okay?" Ji Rutian explained what she needed to do.
Su Yueling hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.
“Good girl! Until my hand leaves your father’s body, no matter what happens, you can’t talk to me, can you do that?”
Looking at his serious expression, even though she didn’t understand these things, she knew how important his instructions were, so she nodded firmly. “I can do it.” Hearing
her answer, Ji Rutian smiled at her, then reached out to help Su’s father, who was lying on the bed, sit up.
He climbed onto the bed, quickly sat cross-legged behind Su’s father, took a deep breath, and placed one hand on Su’s father’s back. He channeled his inner energy, drawing upon his powerful internal force, and began to treat Su’s father.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Ji Rutian’s hand on Su’s father’s back began to emit a faint warmth, which, upon encountering the cold air, turned into a misty white fog that slowly dissipated into the air.
His bare upper body was covered in beads of sweat, with sweat constantly dripping from his forehead and neck. Seeing this, Su Yueling sat on the edge of the bed, kneeling beside Ji Rutian, and used a cloth in her hand to wipe away the sweat from his body.
Not only had she never been so close to a man before, but she had also never seen a man shirtless. Her girlish modesty made her carefully hold the cloth, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead and neck, not daring to touch him.
Su Yueling, who hadn't dared to look directly at his body, looked at his handsome face, making sure his eyes were truly closed, before blushing and placing her small hand holding the cloth on his firm chest, wiping the glistening sweat from his chest.
She changed the cloth four or five times, but he was still sweating profusely.
Unable to stop the blush on her face or the pounding of her heart, Su Yueling moved her body, wiping him from front to back.
On the other side, Ji Rutian, focused on circulating his internal energy, wasn't exactly having an easy time either.
He tried to concentrate on circulating his internal energy, but he couldn't help being affected by Su Yueling. Besides being able to sensitively smell the faint fragrance emanating from her body, even though she didn't touch his skin, the way she gently wiped him with a cloth made his sense of touch even more acute.
As a normal man, he had already started fantasizing—knowing that the person beside him was a beautiful, charming, and gentle woman, how could Ji Rutian stop the restlessness in his heart? He
constantly restrained his reactions, accelerated the circulation of his internal energy, and intended to end the treatment as soon as possible.
Just as he finished treating Old Man Su and was about to withdraw the internal energy he had channeled into him, he suddenly heard Xiao Mo's warning voice in his mind—Xiao Mo had used a special teleportation method, so Su Yueling, who was also in the room, hadn't heard her voice.
He knew that if Xiao Mo could withstand the attack, she wouldn't have bothered him at this time, indicating that this attack wasn't from the minor characters of the past. So he forced himself to calm down and quickly withdrew the internal energy he had sent out, preparing to face the approaching powerful enemy—****** Xiao Mo sat unfazed by the cold on the steps outside Old Man Su's room.
With nothing to do, she idly peeled a frozen orange she had taken from the kitchen, meticulously removing the white pith with even more care than usual, passing the time with this utterly boring task.
She swallowed every plump, juicy segment, and after finishing the orange, Xiao Mo licked the juice from the corners of her mouth and looked up at the dark blue night sky.
Blinking her bright, round eyes, a faint red light flashed within them. She followed the pale moon high in the night sky, searching its northward.
Soon, she saw Quanheng Star, the guardian star of their tribe. The star constantly shifted its dazzling colors; one moment it was golden, the next silver-green—a myriad of beautiful hues could be seen on it.
This peculiar star in the night sky should be visible to all the Gan Yan people, but why had no one ever spoken of it?
Because only Xiao Mo and her tribe could see it; no one else in the same position could.
Looking at Quanheng Star, Xiao Mo thought of the bright scenery and pleasant climate of her tribe's land, a sweet smile spreading across her face.
Although she was playful and mischievous, she had never been away from home for so long, and now she truly missed it.
Seeing that A Yue's reaction to her older brother was quite good, she believed that soon they could go home—of course, A Yue and Old Man Su would go back with them.
Chapter Four:
Fine, goose-feather-like snowflakes gently drifted down from the night sky.
Against the backdrop of the dark blue sky and the dazzling Quan Heng star in the distance, this small patch of sky in the courtyard looked like a beautiful painting.
Lost in the beauty and homesickness, Xiao Mo didn't notice the dark figure that silently flew in from outside the wall.
The figure seemed weightless, moving gracefully through the air after entering the courtyard, its feet about a foot off the ground, hovering about three steps behind Xiao Mo.
Its handsome face, as cold as an ice sculpture, was undeniably beautiful—though it was a genuine man, its beauty possessed a feminine softness; few women in the world could rival its beauty.
If it weren't for its tall, strong physique and the prominent Adam's apple, no one would mistake it for a man. The
beautiful, upturned phoenix eyes stared at Xiao Mo for a long time, the coldness gradually mingling with an unreadable emotion.
Confirming she hadn't noticed his presence, a slight smile played on his lips. "If I wanted to, you'd be dead a thousand times over by now, little girl."
The sudden voice from behind sent a chill down Xiao Mo's spine. She whirled around, her face stiff.
Terrified by her own carelessness, a bead of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. Her pretty face turned ashen, and she cried out in a shrill voice, "Chi Wuyai, what are you doing?!"
Heavens! He was right. If he truly wanted to, she would have been dead long ago.
Seeing his unusually calm and composed demeanor, devoid of any menace, Xiao Mo nervously swallowed, her eyes wide as she stared intently at Chi Wuyai, wary of any move that might harm the people in the room. Simultaneously, she mentally warned Ji Rutian.
"You think you don't know what I'm going to do?" Chi Wuyai, completely unfazed by Xiao Mo's guarded posture, spoke slowly and softly.
His alluring eyes swept over the tightly closed door. "It seems you've found the Liulang Stone that disappeared along with the Purple-Robed Saintess."
The Liulang Stone was a gem as dazzling as the stars and moon, said to be part of the Quanheng Star. Since ancient times, it had been guarded by the highest authority of the clan; in other words, possessing it meant possessing the power to control the entire clan and holding supreme prestige.
During the power struggle sixteen years ago, the Liulang Stone was smuggled out of the palace by the Purple-Robed Saintess, who was then a high priestess. Since then, no one in the clan had seen either the Liulang Stone or the Purple-Robed Saintess.
The fierce battle at the time resulted in the tragic death of the branch leader who sought to seize power at the hands of the previous Wolf King.
However, the Wolf King was also severely wounded and, after quelling the rebellion, abdicated the throne, entrusting the twelve-year-old Ji Rutian with the assistance of the clan elders to succeed him as the new Wolf King.
His gaze shifted slightly downwards, catching sight of the faint golden glow emanating from her chest and abdomen. Suddenly, a breathtaking smile appeared on Chi Wuyai's face, dispelling the chill of his expression and revealing a knowing look in his eyes.
He broke the silence first, speaking to Ji Rutian, "No wonder you left Fulin Youjing without reason; it turns out you found the Liulang Stone..."
Ji Rutian showed no panic upon hearing Chi Wuyai's confirmation, as this was entirely within his expectations.
Ji Rutian patted Su Yueling's back reassuringly, then gently pushed her aside, moving his muscular body to stand in front of her, blocking Chi Wuyai's view.
“Wuya, over the years, out of our shared blood ties, I have been extremely lenient with your constant provocations.” Ji Rutian advised Chi Wuya, who was lost in hatred, “I hope you can learn from your father’s lesson, let go of your hatred and ambition, and not follow in his footsteps, committing an unforgivable mistake.” Chi Wuya, who was
originally as radiant as a flower, was instead stirred by Ji Rutian’s words, which stirred up the hatred in his heart. He twisted his beautiful face and replied in a low, sinister tone, “Don’t call me so affectionately! Blood relative, hahaha…”
Chi Wuya’s eerie laughter sent chills down the spines of those who heard it. Su Yueling, trembling with fear, gripped Ji Rutian’s strong arm with her cold little hands, trying to use his strength to calm her fear.
Ji Rutian's physical condition was not as normal as it appeared. He suppressed his discomfort, not daring to show any signs of fatigue, hoping to keep Chi
Wuyai on guard and prevent him from making any rash moves. Otherwise, even if he used all his strength, he might not be able to protect Su Yueling.
Under normal circumstances, his abilities would be more than enough to deal with Chi Wuyai—besides his superior talent inherited from his bloodline, over the years, in order to fulfill his mission, Ji Rutian had never slacked off, diligently cultivating his abilities to protect the many loyal clansmen.
It was because of him and the many powerful guardians in the clan that Chi Wuyai, who harbored ambitions of revenge, had been unable to fulfill his father's dying wish to seize the clan leader's position for so many years.
Ji Rutian tried to appeal to his emotions, speaking again, "Wuyai, you and I were childhood playmates. Back then, we were both young, let bygones be bygones—"
"Enough nonsense, hand her over to me!" Unwilling to recall the innocent years Ji Rutian recounted, Chi Wuyai interrupted him gruffly.
The image of his father's unwilling face as he breathed his last flashed before his eyes.
The pain of witnessing his loved one die in agony before his eyes was like the most vicious curse, tormenting him day and night. The memories stirred intense emotions within him, causing his inner energy to surge rapidly, an icy chill instantly enveloping him.
Although Su Yueling was afraid, she could still tell that the alluring man who had suddenly appeared in her home was demanding something from her—she didn't understand why he wanted Ji Rutian to hand her over, and she didn't understand where the deep-seated fear in her heart came from.
She looked at the two men facing off in surprise.
"Wuya..." Ji Rutian wanted to persuade him again, but before he could finish his name, he was interrupted by Wuya's sudden approach.
Fearing that he might hurt Su Yueling behind him and the unconscious Old Man Su, Ji Rutian dared not move his body. He forcefully stretched out his hand to open a barrier, trying to block Chi Wuya's attack.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the burning pain that coursed through his body as Chi Wuya broke through the barrier. The intense pain made him groan.
Su Yueling, who was leaning against him, heard his painful groan and felt the tremors coming from his body. Her small hand on his waist was soaked with sweat. She couldn't help but ask, "Brother Ji, what's wrong?" Chi Wuya, who had gained the upper hand, immediately
noticed that something was wrong with him. After the first wave of attacks, he condensed a thick layer of black energy in his palm and deliberately turned the attack towards Su Yueling, whom he was protecting behind him.
Seeing Ji Rutian fall into his trap, Chi Wuyai turned around anxiously to protect Su Yueling. A wicked smile played on his lips as he forcefully attacked Ji Rutian's back with the black energy ball in his hand.
"Ah..." Su Yueling screamed as she watched Ji Rutian kneel, trying to support his muscular body as he collapsed.
Before she could even support him, her scream was cut short as Chi Wuyai grabbed her.
Ignoring her struggles and screams, Chi Wuyai pressed her pressure points the instant he grabbed her, rendering her unconscious. She slumped into his arms like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
At that moment, Xiao Mo, who had finally finished dealing with the demonic beasts outside, rushed in and immediately saw Ji Rutian kneeling on the ground, injured and in pain, and Su Yueling unresponsive in Chi Wuyai's arms.
She ran to Ji Rutian's side in disbelief, anxiously checking his injuries.
"Big brother! Big brother..." Xiao Mo wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with heartache, her eyes brimming with tears. She looked up at Chi Wuyai with resentment, "Release A Yue!"
With a graceful spin, Chi Wuyai swept Su Yueling up in his arms.
He smiled gleefully at Ji Rutian, who was still unable to stand from his injuries, and Xiao Mo, who was only bluffing. "That's why I said you're still too green. I finally got the Liulang Stone. Do you think I would let her go so easily?"
He already knew that Su Yueling was the daughter of the Purple-Robed Saintess and a human. The Liulang Stone had been placed inside Su Yueling's body by the Purple-Robed Saintess in a special way. Therefore, possessing Su Yueling was equivalent to possessing the Liulang Stone. There was no way he would let her go.
"You injured my elder brother, which is tantamount to formally declaring war on all our clansmen. If you dare to harm a single hair on A-Yue's head—" Xiao Mo gritted her teeth and said, "then I swear to my father's holy spirit that I will obtain your soul to the ends of the earth!"
They couldn't make oaths lightly, especially since Xiao Mo had sworn an oath with the soul of a deceased relative. If she failed to fulfill her oath, she would be subjected to the most severe punishment by the ancient holy spirit.
Finally managing to calm the pain in his chest, Ji Rutian, supported by Xiao Mo, shakily stood up. "Don't hurt Yue'er, our feud has nothing to do with her..."
"Ji Rutian, are you still lying through your teeth? Do you really think I can't see that she's the daughter of the Purple-Robed Holy Maiden?"
Chi Wuyai looked at Ji Rutian provocatively, then lowered his head slightly and kissed Su Yueling's forehead in front of Ji Rutian and Xiao Mo.
"And now she's mine! Of course, the Flowing Stone within her will also belong to me! Hahaha..."
"You—" Because of Chi Wuyai's disrespectful behavior towards Su Yueling, Ji Rutian's heart felt as if it were being tightly twisted by his own hands. A surge of intense anger rose in his chest, causing his blood, which had been surging after his injury, to rush upwards, and he coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood.
"Big Brother!" Damn it, why didn't their people appear as she called?
Where did they all go?
Xiao Mo anxiously and fearfully supported Ji Rutian, worried about her brother's injuries and anxious about the calamity Su Yueling was about to face. She was so flustered that she didn't know what to do. She, who never cried, was now crying like a tearful child, looking so pitiful.
Seeing Xiao Mo crying so heartbrokenly, Chi Wuyai suddenly became irritated. He coldly uttered a single sentence before carrying Su Yueling and flying out of Ji Rutian and Xiao Mo's sight—"Once I get the Liulang Stone, the Wolf King's position will be mine!"
******
Dim candlelight flickered in the quiet room.
The heavy, somber colors of the room, illuminated by the candlelight, exuded an eerie atmosphere.
A rich, strange fragrance emanated from the golden incense burner beneath the bed, its sweet scent filling the air. Beside the bed, jasmine and pearl orchids, flowers that wouldn't bloom in winter, sat incongruously.
As the bed curtains swayed gently in a breeze, Su Yueling, lying on the soft bed, slowly opened her eyes amidst the rich fragrance.
Blinking her misty eyes, she didn't see the deep crimson bed curtains, but rather Ji Rutian's handsome and alluring face.
Although Su Yueling's eyes were open, she wasn't fully awake. She revealed a beautiful, hazy smile, gazing at the non-existent Ji Rutian.
"Hot..." She was lost in her illusion, feeling waves of heat surging from within the cool room, an unbearable heat that made her tug at her clothes.
Except for her thin underpants, even the small bodice covering her breasts had been removed, leaving her snow-white body almost completely naked.
She rolled over and lay prone on the cool silk sheets, writhing her burning body against the black silk covering, trying to relieve the heat emanating from her skin. Her
beautiful, smooth, white body, framed by her long hair draped over the bed and the black silk beneath, was exceptionally alluring and sensual.
"Mmm..." She buried her face in the pillow, her swollen breasts hardening from the friction, the nipples already erect and firm. The wonderful sensation of them against the sheets made her let out a hoarse, soft moan.
The alluring fragrance ignited a burning desire within her, and the slight subsidence of her heat was reignited by the pleasure in her breasts. Even though she was inexperienced, she instinctively sought ways to release her desires. Losing all reason, she felt no shame and unconsciously pleasured herself with her hands.
The heat in her lower abdomen and the emptiness between her legs made her reach for the neatly folded blankets on the inside of the bed, turning to embrace the heavy blankets and placing them between her abdomen and legs, letting her moist private parts undulate against the long strip of blankets.
This action did indeed soothe the emptiness in her lower body, so she pressed her hands tightly against the blankets between her legs and quickly moved her hips, rubbing her lower body against them. Before long, the moisture secreted by her body soaked through her thin underpants and stained the blankets, making them wet.
The intense pleasure spurred her to increase her strength, freeing one hand to grasp her own breast, awkwardly kneading its swollen, soft flesh. Gradually, she grasped the secret, her hips moving skillfully, spreading her thighs to allow the soft, engorged petals between her legs to be pressed and caressed.
Her sweat-drenched hair clung messily to her snow-white neck and bare back as she moved, lost in desire, wantonly pleasuring herself, her rapid breathing accompanied by short moans, indicating she was about to experience her first orgasm.
"Ahhh—"
Her eyes were tightly closed, and with the rapid grinding, intense pleasure surged through her lower body, spreading throughout her entire being in an instant. A sharp cry escaped her lips as she reached her first orgasm.
She collapsed onto the bed, her consciousness drifting elsewhere, letting the hot fluid between her legs flow freely… ****** Chi Wuyai stared at the closed door before him.
He stood in the outer room, his hands clenched into fists, listening to Su Yueling's passionate moans and panting.
He had entered the room the moment Su Yueling's desire was aroused by the Flowing Night Fragrance, but for some reason, he hadn't gone into the inner room, instead standing coldly at the door.
To obtain the Flowing Lang Stone within Su Yueling, he had to have intercourse with her.
However, this could only be achieved if Su Yueling was willing and offered no resistance.
The Purple-Robed Saintess had used all her spiritual power to perfectly imbue Su Yueling with the protective spell; if she disregarded Su Yueling's wishes and forced herself upon her, the Flowing Lang Stone would instantly vanish into nothingness.
This was why the Purple-Robed Saintess was willing to risk her daughter's safety to hide such a vital Flowing Lang Stone within Su Yueling's body.
Flowing Night Fragrance was a rare and special incense with miraculous healing properties.
It was extracted from Bloodstring Grass, which could only grow in the Dark Night Valley, a place teeming with miasma and poisonous beasts. Not only was entering the Dark Night Valley incredibly difficult, but even escaping unscathed was nearly impossible. Throughout history, no one had ever truly emerged unscathed; even if they survived, the poison would torment them for life.
Therefore, Bloodstring Grass was extremely precious, affordable only to a select few. Su Yueling was neither injured nor ill, yet Chi Wuyai had this precious Night-Flowing Incense lit.
Because besides its healing effects, when combined with the fragrances of jasmine and pearl orchid, it would transform into the most potent aphrodisiac, causing those who inhaled it to lose their reason and judgment.
And while used as an aphrodisiac, it also acted like a poison; if one did not engage in full sexual intercourse within three days, the person poisoned by Night-Flowing Incense would die in excruciating agony from extreme craving.
Su Yueling, now in the inner room, was undoubtedly suffering from her own lust.
Yet Chi Wuyai stood motionless the entire time—Chapter Five: Chi Wuyai was engaged in a internal struggle.
Although he couldn't call himself a kind-hearted person, he had never used such despicable methods of raping women.
Even for the sake of obtaining the long-desired Liulang Stone, he still couldn't bring himself to do it.
Chi Wuyai couldn't help but curse himself inwardly—what a useless thing! He couldn't even bring himself to lay a hand on a woman, yet he dared to dream of doing anything great.
As if he had made up his mind, Chi Wuyai tossed his head, gritted his teeth, and abruptly pushed open the inner door, deliberately taking heavy steps into the inner room.
The night-blooming jasmine in the inner room had burned out, and the fresh jasmine and pearl orchid that had been placed by the bedside had withered and fallen to the floor beside the bed. The remaining fragrance, because the formula of fresh jasmine and pearl orchid was no longer present, could not affect Chi Wuyai.
He walked to the bedside in a few steps, took a deep breath, and then forcefully tore off the layers of light gauze covering the bed, immediately seeing Su Yueling lying on the bed.
She lay prone on the bed, only her flawless white back visible. Her small face was turned inward and hidden by her long hair, her soft breathing indicating that she had just fallen asleep due to the waning of her desire.
Without hesitation, Chi Wuyai, his face cold, began to remove his clothes. However, before he could even loosen his belt, he alertly looked up at the slightly ajar window, bracing himself for a powerful attack.
Ji Rutian pounced on Chi Wuyai from outside the window with lightning speed, accompanied by a loud shout, sending Chi Wuyai flying with a single palm strike. Chi Wuyai was powerless to retaliate, thrown backward by the force, his body crashing heavily into the wall furthest from the bed.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that a third of Chi Wuyai's body was embedded in the wall, yet the wall remained completely undamaged, demonstrating the terrifying power of Ji Rutian.
Five burly men, no less imposing than Ji Rutian, rushed in from outside. They took over the fight with Chi Wuyai, leaving Ji Rutian to check on Su Yueling's condition. Ji Rutian, his handsome face ashen, scared away a group of clansmen who wanted to offer their concern. He carried Su Yueling, whom he had covered tightly in his trench coat, and strode into his bedroom.
He gently placed Su Yueling on the bed and carefully unwrapped the trench coat covering her. The sight of her snow-white body reignited his rage.
He hoped that the blow he had delivered to Chi Wuyai before his death would have taken half his life! This was the first time such a dark thought had surfaced in Ji Rutian's mind, all because of Su Yueling.
When he saw Su Yueling lying on Chi Wuyai's bed, her hair disheveled, her breasts swollen, and her lower body soaked, a powerful murderous urge made his eyes bloodshot. He roared and pulled away his clansmen, venting all his anger on Chi Wuyai.
It wasn't until the person beside him keenly smelled the lingering fragrance of night-blooming jasmine and saw the withered pearl orchids and jasmine under the bed that they pulled him away, telling him that Su Yueling had been poisoned. Only then did he regain his senses and take Su Yueling back to Fulin Youjing.
Just as he covered Su Yueling with a thin blanket, she suddenly opened her eyes and stared blankly at him.
"Yue'er..." Ji Rutian gently stroked her face with the back of his fingers, calling her softly.
She blinked, her mind still hazy, not truly awake, and fidgeted restlessly, as her body gradually warmed up again.
"Brother Ji, I'm so hot..."
As she spoke, she pulled back the thin blanket Ji Rutian had covered her with, and her already naked, plump breasts were now exposed to him without any cover.
Because of her fidgeting, the two mounds of white flesh trembled like smooth tofu, causing Ji Rutian's mouth to water as he greedily stared at her round, jade-like breasts.
Although he had witnessed her beauty when he brought her back, his intense anger had distracted him, and he hadn't entertained any romantic thoughts.
But the situation was different now.
Su Yueling's alluring eyes, like autumn water, constantly cast seductive glances, coupled with her sweet and soft voice, and her exposed, beautiful curves, made him completely unable to control his lower body's reaction; a masculine craving and pain arose within him.
"Yue'er..." He had originally planned to take her virginity only after their marriage, so no matter how much he desired her, he only entered her dreams at night to meet her, slightly satisfying his desires, never actually taking liberties with her.
But he knew that, poisoned by the Night-Blooming Fragrance, she would inevitably need to have intercourse with a man to survive, so it seemed he would have to spend his wedding night with her ahead of schedule tonight. It
was just... unfair to her!
Just as Ji Rutian felt sorry for Su Yueling, she couldn't wait to release the surging passion within her.
“Brother Ji… I’m not feeling well, please help me…” Her large eyes were filled with a misty haze of desire, glistening with tears. She took Ji Rutian’s large hand and placed it on her swollen breasts, urging him to act.
The sudden, smooth, delicate touch filling his palm sent shivers down his spine. He took a deep breath, his large hand yielding to her and his own desires, kneading her soft, round breasts. As he kneaded, her rosy nipples rolled in his palm, occasionally peeking out from between his fingers, enticing his burning gaze.
“Mmm… so good…” She expressed her pleasure unreservedly through moans and words, arching her soft body and pressing her breasts even further into his hands, welcoming his caresses.
Swaying her slender waist, she couldn’t control herself, wantonly slipping her small hand between her legs, kneading her swollen, engorged vulva through her soaked underpants.
His lust was completely ignited by her, and he realized that what she needed now was not his tenderness and gentleness. Controlled by Ye Liuxiang, she had become the most lewd and shameless woman. His actions became wild in an instant, and he decided that no matter what her reaction would be afterward, he would first detoxify her body and save her life.
His large hand gripped her soft breasts tightly, while his other hand pushed aside her small hands and went directly to her hot private parts. At the same time, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips that were constantly emitting passionate moans.
His tongue first licked her plump lips, biting them with his teeth until they were a deep red, before he probed his tongue into her wet and smooth mouth, swirling and licking them, savoring her sweetness and wetness.
His hand, resting between her legs, traced the shape of her labia through the wet fabric, then his thick fingers dug into the hollow between them, rapidly trembling and pressing her sensitive areas, making her involuntarily thrust her snowy buttocks against his hand.
"Mmm... ooh..." Although his large hands on her body and his kisses on her hot lips satisfied some of her desire, a deeper, stronger desire and heat made her cry out in distress and helplessness.
Who can save her? Her entire body, inside and out, felt like it was being burned by fire, or bitten by countless insects, yet at the same time she felt pleasure and exhilaration, along with an even greater emptiness and longing… A multitude of complex and chaotic sensations made her feel like she was dying.
“Save me… I want…” What did she want? The emptiness in her lower body made her erect repeatedly, resisting his rubbing hands, but she didn’t know how to ask. Helpless, she pleaded with Ji Rutian with her hazy eyes.
Ji Rutian looked at her with reluctance, knowing she had reached her limit, and his own heat made it impossible for him to delay any longer. So, without bothering to remove his clothes, he quickly unfastened his pants, releasing his thick, hot penis.
He roughly tore off her panties, forcefully spreading her thighs apart, rubbing his penis against her wet vulva a few times, staining the tip with her love juice.
Ji Rutian thrust his hips and waist forward, instantly penetrating her untouched flower cave, forcefully squeezing open her tightness, brutally piercing the hymen symbolizing purity, and forcefully inserting his large penis into her body.
The intense pain of losing her virginity, under the influence of the night-blooming jasmine, transformed into supreme pleasure. Her soft flower cave, almost torn apart by the insertion of such a large penis, not only did not cause her pain, but instead made her moan loudly with excitement, instantly experiencing extreme pleasure.
Completely enveloped by her tightness and the high temperature and wetness, he could not stop for a moment. Desire prompted him to thrust his hips and rapidly pump between her legs, continuously probing his penis into her body. During the movement, her virgin blood mixed with her abundant love fluid was brought out in large quantities by his hardness, staining his clothes and the bedding beneath them.
"Ah... harder! Harder..." she moaned wildly, making explicit demands, cooperating with his thrusts, pushing her round hips towards his penis.
"Moon...you're so amazing! So wet, so tight..." The softness and tightness of her passage made him want to bury himself inside her forever.
Ji Rutian thrust powerfully, and with each thrust, the two petals beside her wetness rubbed against his hardness. The pleasurable sensation made him lose all reason, moving on her like a mad beast.
The two of them recklessly let their desires entangle them, their bodies churning, seeking pure carnal release in each other.
"Ah...I'm dying..." Under his thrusts, her flower hole had gone from itching to waves of increasingly intense tingling and numbness. Her passage felt like it was being branded with a hot iron, and her thoughts were gradually floating, as if they were about to burst out of her body.
His eyes were filled with her seductive posture, her lower flower fully bloomed, dripping with crimson water as if it were about to bleed.
Her nipples, erect on her soft, white breasts, resembled ripe berries, round and perky. The narrow opening that bound his thick, hard penis began to rhythmically squeeze and contract. At the same time, he noticed that her white breasts and lower abdomen were gradually turning a light cherry red. All these reactions told him that she was about to reach orgasm.

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