The Legend of the White Snake and the Green Snake

August.
The endless expanse of lotus leaves in the pond, a vibrant green, cannot conceal the heartbreak within.
Even under the bright sunshine, few visit this magnificent West Lake—even the most ordinary people, blind and deaf, know the calamity this lake has endured. Suzhou, Hangzhou, Yangzhou, Zhenjiang, Jinling—the entire most beautiful and prosperous Jiangnan region—were all left with profound sorrow because of a single tragedy. As
night falls and the lights fade, only a few fearless pleasure boats float silently on the lake.
A girl, fifteen or sixteen years old, her chest full, emerges from the water, using both hands and feet to climb onto a magnificent boat.
Another girl on the side reaches out to pull her, but she disdainfully shakes her off.
"Ah-Qiong, you've sneaked into the water again! The young master has been in such a bad mood these past few days, be careful
you don't get punished." "No, I won't." Soaked to the bone, Ah-Qiong proudly gathered her long hair to her chest, casually removing her wet clothes. Standing naked on the deck, she seemed completely unfazed by the dim lights. "Look," she said, her slender hand tracing her waist. "How could the young master bear to punish me?"
"Aren't you ashamed?" another girl spat at her, tossing her a handkerchief.
Ah-Qiong giggled like silver bells, casually wiping her chest, legs, and even gently rubbing her private parts between her legs.
"I'm afraid he wouldn't."
Ah-Qiong was suddenly startled, and without thinking, she and the other girl knelt down.
"This servant greets the young master—"
Her coquettish tone deliberately dragged out the sound, her naked body seemingly radiating an irresistible glow in the darkness.
“My little Qiong’er has grown up… Come, let me see.”
A delicate hand lifted Qiong’s cheek.
“Her brows are charming, her eyes are full of spring, her skin is like frozen passion, her mouth seems to hold resentment.” The young master moved, a cool bamboo folding fan brushing back and forth on Qiong’s bare back before sliding down. “Nothing special.”
Qiong whimpered uncontrollably, reaching out her fair wrist to wrap around the young master’s arm.
The woman in the back row showed a look of pity, quietly closing her eyes.
With a soft thud, followed by a half-scream from Qiong, there was the sound of something falling.
“Ah Ling.”
The girl quickly opened her eyes, staring intently at the small deck in front of her. “Yes.”
“Take Qiong down to rest.” With a soft sigh, the young master’s footsteps brushed past Ah Ling and entered the cabin.
Only then did Ah Ling dare to get up, hurriedly checking on her companions.
Ah-Qiong lay prostrate on the deck, her teeth clenched, her face contorted in pain. Though she tried to suppress her groans, her breathing was erratic.
She pressed her left hand against her right elbow, and when Ah-Ling looked closely, she was horrified to see a pool of blood below her elbow. A section of her forearm, as delicate as a lotus root, had been cleanly severed and lay on the ground.
Ah-Ling quickly picked up the severed forearm, helped Ah-Qiong, and led her around to the hold from the back of the deck.
"Bear with it," Ah-Ling said. "Since the young master told me to take you down to rest, he probably won't object to reattaching your arm… I'll go get some spiritual herbs to help you reattach it… Even if it doesn't work, with a few more years of cultivation, growing a new hand won't be difficult… Don't cry, the young master still likes you, it's just…"
Her voice trailed off.
The young master, sitting alone in the cabin, sipping wine, also sighed.
A woman in a heavy skirt appeared from nowhere, sat opposite the young master, and picked up another wine cup.
“I’ll drink three cups with you. After that, you’re not allowed to drink anymore.”
“Yili.” The young master called the woman’s name. “Was I a little too harsh on Aqiong?”
“If you feel guilty, go down tonight to find her, defile her, and help her recover faster. She won’t hold a grudge.” The woman’s voice was husky, yet possessed a unique charm.
The young master chuckled. “They’re still children, how could they really…”
“Over a hundred years old, not exactly young. She’s been an adult for fifteen years. If she were human, she could already marry.” Yili spoke softly. “Snakes are inherently lustful, you can’t blame her. If you don’t take her now, I’m afraid in a few decades…” She suddenly stopped.
“In a few decades, will she go ashore and marry a scholar?” The young master stood up with a cold laugh, and with a clang, threw the glass wine cup to the ground, where it shattered into a pool of shimmering dust.
"Bai Xueqing, I misspoke for a moment, what kind of young master are you putting on airs for me?" Yi Li stood up coldly, sweeping all the wine utensils off the table with a flick of her wide sleeve.
"You..." The young master named Bai Xueqing seemed about to lash out, but ultimately softened, smiling bitterly, "Cousin, you know I'm troubled, don't hold it against me."
"I've watched you grow up since you were a child." Yi Li showed no mercy whatsoever. "I know very well how much motherly affection you have for Bai Suzhen. What has she done to deserve such trouble for you?"
Bai Xueqing snorted softly. "Although she never raised me for a single day, she still visited me once a year. After all, blood ties are hard to sever..."
"Come on. You treat her like a mother, but the precious son she cherishes isn't you." Yi Li pointed towards an ancient tower outside the cabin, and suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, indicating an impending downpour. "Listen, did you hear that bastard crying? That Xu Shilin is her biological son, her lifeblood!"
"She's already half-dead. Even if you hate her, there's no need for this." The young master laughed angrily, then sat down comfortably, producing another set of cups from somewhere and pouring himself a cup.
"How about today, as your cousin, I give you some revenge—" Yi Li's face loomed close to Bai Xueqing's.
The aura of a snake demon who had cultivated for five hundred years was completely different from that of the little demons A Qiong and A Ling, who had only been around for a hundred years. Thick lips and light eyebrows, her allure was beyond measure.
"I'll go and kill that bastard for you to vent your anger, okay, young master Bai?" Yi Li's breath was as sweet as orchids in a valley.
"You should rest." Bai Xueqing was completely listless. “If this continues, it will attract the attention of those above, and who knows where the disaster will end, starting with my family. I can't bear to see my uncle implicated.”
“Your father raised you all these years, and today he finally hears you say ‘can't bear to see me’. He must be overjoyed!” Yili’s expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, and she was gone in a flash.
Bai Xueqing sighed inwardly, kicked the mess on the ground a little further away, and continued to pour herself a drink.
A moment later, Yili suddenly appeared, holding a brocade box in her hand.
“I forgot earlier, this is what your father asked me to give you.”
“What is it?” Bai Xueqing raised her eyebrows, her eyes sparkling beneath her long, slender brows and temples, as beautiful as the moonlight over West Lake.
Yili’s heart fluttered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. “It’s the Crane Eye Lingzhi left by your mother. You are, after all, the young master of Bai Sheshan. This thing is of great importance, capable of piercing through heaven and earth and breaking through yin and yang. You should keep it safe yourself.”
Bai Xueqing pondered for a moment. “Fine, I’ll give it to Ah Qiong later.”
Yi Li laughed angrily. “It was something your mother risked her life for, and you’re just going to waste it like this? If you had told me you didn’t want it, I would have swallowed it myself; it’s worth several hundred years of cultivation!”
“It’s an ominous object. If you want it, keep it. I won’t tell my uncle.”
“Bai Xueqing.” Yi Li suddenly changed to a serious tone. “I only have one more serious question to ask you—have you found ‘her’?”
Bai Xueqing took the brocade box, his fingers gripping it tightly, yet seemingly without any force. A simple question made him feel like he was in a battle between heaven and earth.
"I can't find it." He answered in a low voice after a long time.
The rain outside the cabin gradually stopped, and a crimson moon appeared between the dark clouds.

(2)

Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang.
The temple had been closed for many years and was now reopened, but it was deserted.
The young master had extremely white skin, with fine eyebrows and sideburns. He was alone and worshipping the gods in the side hall
. "Why don't you go to the main hall?" The kind-faced old monk asked from the side.
The young master remained silent and handed a silver note to the incense burner.
The old monk was surprised when he saw the amount on the note. "You are so kind-hearted, you will surely ascend to the Pure Land. Amitabha!"
"The Pure Land... I don't want to go there for now." Bai Xueqing stepped back slightly, her hands glowing with light. "I came here only to pray for an elder. The main hall is so bright and magnificent that I am afraid. I will take my leave today."
He slowly stepped back and stepped out of the hall, then breathed a sigh of relief.
The old monk squinted, watching him intently from inside the hall. Bai Xueqing bowed respectfully from afar and turned back towards the mountain gate.
"Great Monk." A young abbot, clad in a kasaya, emerged from the back hall, and the old monk bowed respectfully. "That audacious brat from before, his demonic aura seems to be related to Lady Bai?" Fahai personally lit incense and burned the silver notes left by Bai Xueqing into ashes. "Indeed. She must be a member of her Bai Sheshan clan. Great Monk, should we—" "Since he has shown weakness and left, let him be. If he comes again, stop him outside the mountain gate. —How can a demon be allowed to pass unimpeded in this pure land?" "Yes." "Are you alright?" Yili, having changed into men's clothing, waited at the mountain entrance with a graceful and charming demeanor. Bai Xueqing wiped the slight sweat from her forehead. “We were recognized, but they didn’t cause us any trouble.” “Your mother and ‘her’ together have nearly two thousand years of cultivation before they dared to directly challenge the Buddhist stronghold. You and I are just juniors who have cultivated for a few hundred years. If we really provoke the main force, we won’t even know how to spell death. Leave quickly.” “I can sense ‘her’ aura.” Bai Xueqing ignored Yili’s rambling and focused her gaze on a certain direction. “I’m sure of my guess. Since ‘she’ isn’t at West Lake, she must be lurking near Jinshan Temple!” Yili sighed. “If you can sense her, she must be able to sense you too. If she doesn’t come out to see you, it means she doesn’t want to see you. Do you have any way to make her show herself? Don’t forget, if she wants to hide, even your mother can’t do anything about it.” Bai Xueqing laughed. “Cousin Yili, don’t forget, besides my mother’s blood, I also have ‘her’s’ blood flowing in my veins!” Before he finished speaking, his figure swayed slightly, transforming into a white light and disappearing towards the back mountain. Yili stamped her foot and chased after him. “Come out, you come out here!” When Yili caught up, she saw Bai Xueqing shouting in the wilderness, her soft sword at her waist already raised in her hand, pointing straight to the sky. “I know you’re here! If you don’t come out, I will…” Yili gave a bitter laugh, took a few quick steps, and made a hand seal to steady herself. “Cousin, what can you do if she doesn’t come out?” Bai Xueqing turned her sword and swung it towards her own throat— a green leaf shattered the sword in his hand with a clang, breaking it in two. Bai Xueqing smiled coldly, turned and fled in the direction the green leaf had been thrown. Only then did Yili understand his scheming, her heart, which had been hanging high, eased slightly, and she chased after him. Amidst the withered trees, a shimmering emerald barrier was rapidly disappearing. A glint flashed in Bai Xueqing's eyes, and her left fingernail instantly sharpened like a knife, slicing through her palm. A streak of vermilion blood snaked through the air, breaking through the barrier's center! The thick fog dissipated. The surrounding area was clearly a desolate wilderness of withered trees, yet miraculously, a desk and a small table appeared, the scent of ink lingering. A beautiful woman sat before the desk, her long robe trailing on the summer grass, the surrounding area filled with withered grass. She was holding a brush, writing the last word. Bai Xueqing broke through the barrier, her brows unfurled, as if the entire world around her had frozen, only the scroll before her existing. Bai Xueqing slowly walked over. Her heartbeat was clearly audible between heaven and earth. On the paper was a new poem. The elegant willow-style handwriting, broken and intermittent, seemed soaked in sorrow, devoid of any graceful or lively spirit. Bai Xueqing slowly read it aloud. "Time flies, red leaves fall coldly. If there were feelings, they would pave the way for spring breezes. But I fear the wind and snow will remain as fierce as ever. People glare, Buddhas laugh in vain, monks stand alone, fierce ghosts cry, gods and demons dance. Sand swallows the raging wind, dark clouds turn into rain, flying stones block the way. A dream lies across the sky, collecting the bones of these two beauties. The eagle has wept blood, given to the egret. Half drunk, half infatuated, transformed into a gentle tomb, a snake's lair. It is nothing more than something that cannot be seen through, cannot be broken, love is bitter. West Lake is beautiful in the misty rain, at the Broken Bridge, there is a monument and a tomb. The embankment is broken, the corridors are ruined, bricks and trees. How easy is it to face calamity, there is no one in the market, so who can I tell my story to? Pure and clean, beautiful and charming, how can I paint you?" The woman sighed, her fair hand raised the banner, and a cluster of flames suddenly burst into flames, burning new words and old words to ashes. "What a fine song of the Six States." Bai Xueqing said in a deep voice, trying hard to control her emotions. “Pure and innocent, radiant and alluring, how can I paint you… You… really… like… my mother.” He spoke each word with immense difficulty. The woman wore a light gauze dress, and a gust of wind blew, revealing a hint of her breasts, making her infinitely beautiful. “Yes, I love her.” She turned her head and looked at Bai Xueqing’s face. “Unfortunately, you don’t look like her at all.” “I look like you.” Bai Xueqing replied heavily . “You and I used to look almost exactly the same—” the woman laughed sweetly. Compared to her alluring sex appeal, this woman’s beauty seemed to reach a higher level. Every frown, every word, every smile, every anger seemed to be completely indifferent, yet romance and beauty seemed to be entirely within her control. In Bai Xueqing’s eyes, such beauty and attitude were like a nightmare. “How exactly do you want me to behave?” He retreated dejectedly. "I used to be a man when I made love to your mother, and in a moment of carelessness, you came to be." The woman smiled gently, reaching out to stroke Bai Xueqing's chin, her nails gliding lightly, her eyes naturally alluring, overflowing with charm. "After I decided to choose a woman's body, I had nothing to do with you anymore. —Now, you can do whatever you want, there's nothing you can't do..." "Green Snake!" Yi Li caught up just in time, and seeing this unbearable sight, shouted. "You...you even want to seduce him? He's your son!" "What a joke!" The woman's gauze robes flowed like smoke. "He's Bai Suzhen's son, what does that have to do with me? Look closely, I'm a woman, how could I possibly have a son with another woman?" "You... your spirit snake clan are originally hermaphroditic, able to be male or female as you please. Five hundred years ago, when you first met Aunt Bai, you were male. The year after you gave birth to Xueqing, to cultivate the 'Great Desire Technique,' you transformed into a woman, absorbing the essence of vengeful male ghosts outside the Purple Bamboo Forest with Aunt Bai—" Yili stomped her foot in anger. "Now she's imprisoned under Leifeng Pagoda, with no one to confront her, but can you simply deny this blood relation?" Bai Xueqing gritted her teeth. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, as if afraid to move.

It turns out that this boy is actually the son of Bai Niangzi and Xiao Qing.
What a ridiculous, pitiful, and tragic background.
The Green Snake, however, remained calm, her unfathomable deep eyes reflecting the rolling clouds in the sky, without the slightest ripple of anything unusual.

(3)

"Little girl." The Green Snake stood gracefully, and with a casual glance, she made Yi Li feel breathless. "You know your own nature as a snake. The so-called blood ties and human relationships are not something you can understand just by talking about demons—'The Great Law of Human Desire' is not as despicable as you imagine. Since I have chosen a female body, all that happened before is just a burnt-out. I avoided Xue Qing so that he would not be bothered by his background and could focus on cultivation—"
"Focus on cultivation?" Bai Xue Qing suddenly grabbed her slender wrist. "My mother is in the lakeside tower, suffering from the torment of heavenly lightning every night. How can I focus on cultivation?"
"You want to save her?" The Green Snake casually waved her hand behind her.
In an instant, the entire mountain was covered in green tents, fluttering and dancing, amidst thousands of precious wheels, their light flowing, and monks and Buddhist attendants standing solemnly, their countenances dignified, dazzling the eyes and making one feel as if they had arrived at the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
"The sixth level of the Human Desire Great Law can summon the power of three thousand Buddhas from the Eastern Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli and the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, to revive the dead and destroy the Pure Land. —Can you withstand this power?"
Bai Xueqing trembled slightly.
Demons are inherently afraid of Buddhas; how could she summon the Buddhas to serve her?
"You… your cultivation…"
the Green Snake chuckled. "With such cultivation, what can you do? Your mother's cultivation was originally higher than mine; if she wanted to save herself, why wouldn't she? Bai Xueqing." Her eyes flickered. "Your mother loves Xu Hanwen, and that is her destiny. I love your mother, and that is my destiny. Whether human or demon, once someone possesses a destiny that is inescapable, they are destined for defeat and death!"
"Xu Hanwen is currently at Jinshan Temple," Bai Xueqing sneered. "Then why not fight to the death and kill him?"
"It's useless." The Green Snake broke free. "There is only one way to make her break free of the tower. Listen carefully—Bai Suzhen can only cultivate the ninth level of the 'Human Desire Great Art' by personally killing Xu Hanwen, achieving perfect merit. From then on, she will be unbound by the Three Realms and the Heaven and Earth, and no one can restrain her anymore—"
"How is that possible?" Bai Xueqing was stunned.
Bai Suzhen, personally kill Xu Hanwen?
"Yes, she couldn't do it. I advised her many times, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was even unaware of being schemed against by the Celestial Realm and ended up pregnant with a celestial fetus." "
A celestial fetus?"
"Her son with Xu Hanwen, Xu Shilin, is a man who descended to the mortal realm with celestial bones; he must have a mission. If she had listened to me and aborted the fetus before his birth, perhaps things wouldn't have come to this—unfortunately, she hesitated and ultimately gave birth to a child, and even five-tenths of her own power was transferred to Xu Shilin's bones!"
"So that's why she was taken advantage of by Fahai?" Bai Xueqing finally understood the truth behind that earth-shattering battle, and felt a chill run down her spine.
"Then... what should I do?"
"You might as well get close to Xu Shilin and see what he plans after he grows up." The Green Snake softened her voice, gently comforting her. "If you want your sister to kill Xu Hanwen with her own hands, perhaps you can start with this child..."
Beneath the gentle voice lay a chilling killing intent, making Bai Xueqing tremble.
"Then what about you? Why don't you do anything? Don't you want to save my mother? — You clearly said you love her."
The word "love" was hesitantly uttered.
"You haven't cultivated the Great Law of Human Desire, so how could you understand?" Green Snake smiled. "Love and desire, like jealousy, are two sides of the same coin. — I love her, but I can't do anything. I can't even see through or break free from this life-or-death bond between love and hate. I've been lurking here, and every time I'm filled with hatred, I want to kill Xu Hanwen to end it all. But once Xu Hanwen dies, she will never have a chance to save herself. Out of love, I'm helpless and can only wait endlessly..." She sighed softly. "If you hadn't threatened to kill yourself today, provoking me to act, perhaps I would have waited here for a lifetime."
Bai Xueqing suddenly frowned.
"I've found you, so what do you want now?"
"Naturally... as you wish."
Green Snake gently brushed away the thick fog before her eyes.
The fog, as if it had form, sighed and dissipated.
“You…” Bai Xueqing clenched her fist. “You already knew… my plans?”
A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.
“The Crane-Eyed Lingzhi in your hand is the only treasure that can restrain my power. The White Snake clan is naturally unafraid of cranes, but cranes are the natural enemies of other snake clans.”
Bai Xueqing flipped her palm, revealing a perfectly round bead the size of a pigeon egg, containing a pure white lingzhi, radiating a mellow light.
The Green Snake stared at the pearl, the thin veil on her body gradually fading.
“I don’t care if you are the male who slept with my mother back then, or the female who followed my mother for many years.” Bai Xueqing’s expression seemed to be revealing her true face for the first time from behind a thick fog. "Since you can't save her, I'll save her myself. According to you, I have no love, no attachment, and no life to exploit. If I possessed your cultivation level, I would surely have a way to save my mother—every night I dream of her beautiful and kind face..."
"Pah." The Green Snake spat lightly. "That saintly appearance of hers?"
"Yes, not at all like a demon, not even a tenth of your charm and allure, yet she makes you, Xu Hanwen, and me... fall deeply in love, doesn't she?" Bai Xueqing chuckled. "My cultivation is too shallow; I don't have the strength to save her, but... you do."
"You want my cultivation?" The Green Snake squinted at Bai Xueqing.
"Yes. Give me your cultivation, or else..." The Crane-Eyed Lingzhi in Bai Xueqing's hand suddenly burst forth with light.
The Green Snake grunted and took a half-step back.
"How do I give it to you?" she suddenly asked.
"I don't know any human desire techniques," Bai Xueqing grinned maliciously. "But the Serpent's Mating Technique is your clan's divine skill, you haven't forgotten, have you?"
"So... you still want to sleep with me." The Green Serpent lowered her eyes, the light veil on her body fading to almost nothing.
A beautiful sight, so exquisite it seemed to melt away in this mountain wilderness.
"No... I don't want to do anything with you now." Bai Xueqing waved her hand, using the Crane-Eyed Lingzhi as a center, creating layers of white satin waves.
"Then what do you want to do?" the Green Serpent asked.
"...Change back... change back to the way you and my mother slept. Change back to a male body!"
the Green Serpent exclaimed, puzzled. "You haven't inherited the Serpent clan's ability to transform between male and female bodies. If I change back to a male body, can you still become a female body?"
"Both are male bodies, so why can't we mate?" Bai Xueqing sneered.
The Green Serpent paused, then laughed. "Foolish child! The intercourse between male and female has so many wondrous and beautiful aspects, why do you choose the most difficult and painful path to take my power?"
Bai Xueqing's eyes revealed desire mixed with pain.
"I hate you. I hate that you gave birth to me, only to revert to a woman's body, making me... a huge joke in the world. Rather than saying I love my mother, it's more accurate to say that the desire I yearn for day and night is you... your body after you turned back into a man."
"Fine." The green snake's expression was extremely beautiful. "...I will satisfy you."
A gust of demonic wind blew. The
green mist dissipated.
What appeared before Bai Xueqing was a man who bore a striking resemblance to himself, but was even more handsome, almost outshining the beauty of heaven and earth.
He wore a long, finely woven green robe, his black hair neatly tied up, fluttering in the wind, each strand of hair possessing a flowing, tangible aura.
Yi Li, who was guarding outside the formation, suddenly gasped softly, her cheeks burning.
Bai Xueqing shouted, "Calm your mind and protect me!"
Yi Li, in a panic, formed hand seals. "Yes!"
The white satin transformed from the Crane-Eyed Lingzhi floated down densely, enveloping Bai Xueqing and the Green Snake.
Bai Xueqing grabbed the shoulder covered by the fine crepe robe and tore it through with a tearing sound.
Yi Li could only hear soft moans and groans coming from within the satin city. Her cheeks flushed red, and she couldn't help but reach out and gently rub her chest. Remembering Bai Xueqing's instructions, she suddenly shivered and lowered her head to suppress the desire deep within her heart.
The thick clouds moved slowly. The sky
darkened, threatening rain.
"Shi Lin, this is the academy," Xu Jiaorong said, holding the hand of the five-year-old boy. "When you go inside and see the teacher, you must give a deep bow. You must answer 'yes' to everything the teacher says, understand?"
"Shilin understands." The little boy, dressed in a formal, oversized ceremonial robe, looked even smaller, like a tiny, snow-white bean, utterly endearing.
Xu Jiaorong looked down at her young nephew, whose skin, though already remarkably fair, was astonishingly white, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
This prodigy's son couldn't stay at home; sending him to the academy early to teach him principles of benevolence and righteousness was the right path.
"Auntie." Xu Shilin suddenly raised his small hand, pointing to the plaque above the academy gate. "What characters are they?"
He knew some simple characters without a teacher, but the plaque was in seal script, with many strokes. Not only did little Shilin not understand, but even Xu Jiaorong, who had a basic understanding of literature, couldn't recognize it.
"It says 'West Lake Snow Clearing'." A refined scholar, who was greeting them outside the gate, smiled and answered when he heard Shilin's question.
"Oh, yes, yes." Xu Jiaorong quickly agreed. "This is Xueqing Academy, Shilin, hurry up and greet the teacher!"
"This...this is the teacher?" The bold Shilin pointed directly at the scholar, asking curiously.
"That's right, this is She Xueqing, Teacher She."
Pushed by Xu Jiaorong, Xu Shilin bowed down, his small body submerged in the crown and sash. "Shilin greets the teacher!" A clear, bright child's voice, as crisp as a tender water chestnut in West Lake.
"Alright." She Xueqing came up and took Xu Shilin's little hand. "Come in with me."
He turned and smiled at Xu Jiaorong. "Madam Li, you can come to pick him up at noon, please go back."
Xu Jiaorong felt her face dry and her mouth hot after his gaze, and it took her a while to react before she bowed and took her leave.
How could a middle-aged woman resist the gaze of a snake demon with lustful nature?
She Xueqing was Bai Xueqing's alias.
His appearance was different from three or four years ago. His once handsome and dashing features were now calmer and more reserved, and the darting glint in his eyes was now under control. If he deliberately concealed himself, he would simply be a refined and elegant gentleman; if he deliberately seduced, how many men, women, young and old could escape his gaze?
"Shilin," he said with a smile, pointing out the academy's layout to this young man. "This is your classroom for learning the Four Books and Five Classics. There are already twelve classmates. You will need to memorize everyone's names later. Over there, behind that clump of banana trees, is your classroom for learning calligraphy. There will be another teacher who will teach you how to concentrate your energy, how to suspend your wrist, and how to copy calligraphy. Go through the small door, and a female teacher will teach you the guqin. You are still young, so you can learn these for now. Do you understand?"
"Shilin understands!" His bright black eyes looked up at his master.
She Xueqing smiled. "Come in, come in."
The children in the classroom had never seen such a beautiful doll, as exquisite as a jade carving, and they all crowded around to look. Some of the more mischievous ones even ran out and pinched Xu Shilin's little face.
Xu Shilin pouted, and after being pinched a few times, he finally broke free of his serious facade and burst into tears.
She Xueqing couldn't help but chuckle. "Quickly go back to your seats! If you keep making a fuss
, be careful with the ruler!" The children continued to make a fuss for a while before gradually quieting down.
"This is Xu Shilin. Today is his first day of school. You should all play with him nicely, understand? Shilin, you're short, so you can sit in the first seat."
She Xueqing examined Xu Shilin's face.
There was none of the demonic aura of the snake clan.
Nor was it like Xu Hanwen's foolish and vulgar human face.
His small face, with its lively expression and fair skin, was just like...
just like the one the snake clan laughed at as a saint... Bai Suzhen.
She Xueqing bit her lower lip and gently tapped the red wooden ruler in her palm.
"Shilin, listen from the side. The rest of you, recite the Three Character Classic we taught yesterday from the beginning: 'At the beginning of life, man is inherently good—rise!'"
After only three recitations, She Xueqing was surprised to find that Xu Shilin was actually reciting along.
"—Truly gifted." He sighed inwardly.
After the recitation test, She Xueqing let the other students play in the courtyard, but called Xu Shilin aside.
"Shilin, come with your teacher here to get your writing brush, ink, and inkstone."
He led Xu Shilin to the classroom behind the banana tree and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
The voice inside was barely audible.
She Xueqing's eyes showed an indescribable expression as he pushed open the door and entered.
"Uncle, this is the new student, Xu Shilin."
The man sitting cross-legged on the couch, writing, turned his head and looked at the two of them.
For a moment, the bright sunlight shone through the window, casting a soft golden shadow on his long hair.
Little Xu Shilin stood there, staring at the long-haired teacher, completely mesmerized.
“Uncle.” She Xueqing took off her shoes and led Xu Shilin inside. “Shilin, are your writing brush, ink, and inkstone ready?”
The long-haired man gestured to the corner of the classroom and coughed lightly twice.
“Shilin, this is my uncle, also surnamed She, given name Qing. He is also your teacher who teaches you calligraphy. You…”
Xu Shilin suddenly called out, his clear childish voice startling She Xueqing.
He pointed at She Qing and said, “I recognize you!”
She Xueqing and She Qing stood up together, making the little boy appear even smaller in the middle.
She Xueqing secretly used telepathy to ask,
“He recognizes you?”
A moment later, the telepathy returned. “Even if he could remember things from infancy, he has only seen me in women’s clothing. How could he recognize me now?”
She Xueqing snorted coldly, startling Xu Shilin.
“I recognize you! Last time… so many people… were carrying a portrait of Guanyin, and you were on it!” Little Shilin blurted out innocently.
“Guanyin’s birthday?” She Xueqing’s tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed. “You mean Sudhana and the Dragon Girl?”
He scrutinized She Qing’s appearance. “You do look somewhat alike.”
She Qing smiled slightly, her long hair flowing like water. “Shilin, come here.”
Xu Shilin seemed quite happy to be with him, and ran over to him, calling out in a clear voice, “Teacher.”
“Good boy.” She Qing squatted down and stroked the child’s little face. “…Good boy, Shilin.”
"Alright," She Xueqing interrupted the two. "Shilin, take your writing brush, ink, and inkstone and go play with everyone for a while. When it's time, a maid will call you back to learn to write."
Nothing could resist a child's playful nature, and Xu Shilin ran out like a little rabbit. From a distance, you could vaguely see that the big boy who had pinched his cheek earlier had grabbed him. "My name is Qi Baoshan... You're Xu Shilin, right?"
The classroom door closed without a breeze.
She Xueqing sneered and sat down cross-legged in front of She Qing.
"You're the one who hates this child the most, yet you act all lovey-dovey. Do you think you're a girl, someone's Aunt Qing?"
"I'm not Aunt Qing now, I'm Uncle Qing." She Qing yawned and leaned back on the cushion. "Don't take your anger out on me anymore. I'm weak. If something happens to me, there'll be no one to teach these kids to scribble."
She Xueqing scoffed. “Five years ago you claimed your power was completely gone, yet you haven’t weakened at all in these five years. I can’t help but suspect that perhaps you’re luring me into a trap, and I’m the one being schemed against.”
“Don’t be so suspicious. If I had even a little bit of magic left, I would definitely revert to my female form first.” The Green Snake tossed his long hair. “You’ll never understand the joy of being a woman.” He leaned back lazily, possessing an allure that surpassed that of any woman in the world.
She Xueqing spat. “You’re the one who asked me to approach Xu Shilin, and it was your suggestion to open the academy. Now that I’ve brought him here, you’d better keep a close eye on him and make sure nothing goes wrong.”
“Don’t worry.” The Green Snake leaned back, his long eyes narrowing into slits. “His immortal meridians won’t fully recover until he’s twenty. Before that, he’s just an ordinary child, and he won’t wake up unless something fatal happens. You can teach him the Four Books and Five Classics and let him try to become a top scholar for fun…”
She Xueqing turned and left.
"None of you are allowed to bully Xu Shilin!"
As She Xueqing turned into the backyard, she glanced at the children.
Little Xu Shilin had seemingly become the pet of Qi Baoshan, the tallest child among them, and was being held in his arms. "Anyone who bullies him is going against me, Qi Baoshan..."
Turning into the backyard, she saw Yili carrying a guqin, walking out.
"Where are you going?"
"Ah." Yili blushed. "Isn't the guqin lesson in the afternoon? I'm going out for a walk."
"Going to see a man again?" She Xueqing's face darkened, and she lowered her voice. "My dear cousin, you've drained seven lives in three months. This city of Hangzhou is in turmoil lately. Can't you behave yourself?"
Yili glared at her. "Fine, come to my room tonight, and I won't go!"
"I..." She Xueqing glanced back, "Not tonight."
"Hmph. You're going to see that bitch again!" Yili stomped her foot. “Two male bodies, what’s the point? He’s lost all his power now, he’s practically an ordinary human. Don’t you even think about whether he can handle you?”
“What’s wrong with him not being able to handle me?” She Xueqing’s expression softened slightly as he lifted Yili’s peach-blossom cheek with his hand. “I’m not as gentle with him as I am with you…” He leaned down and gently bit Yili’s neck.
Yili felt an unbearable itch and giggled. “Then… how about you… let me… have him someday… to try?”
She Xueqing’s expression changed.
Yili took a half step back in fright. “What?”
“Don’t bring up that thought again.” She Xueqing turned away coldly, his powerful aura instantly stunning Yili. “He’s not something you can control and absorb. Compared to that, you should just go out and ravage the men in the city. I’d rather not see him.”
“Sigh.” Yili sighed softly. “I think you’ve just taken him for granted. Have you fallen for him?”
“What did you say?” She Xueqing raised an eyebrow.
Yili stuck out her tongue and slid away from She Xueqing, her voice soft and sweet. “Thank you, young master, for letting me go find a man. I’ll be back in an hour. Don’t worry!”

(2)

“Will I die if I don’t sleep with a man?” She Xueqing looked up at the sky and turned away speechlessly.
As she walked out, she saw two young girls dressed as boys, Aqiong and Aling, talking to She Qing at the door of the classroom behind the banana tree.
She Qing’s long hair was draped over his chest, and his cheeks were slightly red from the sunlight. The two girls answered sweetly, their eyes sparkling.
“What’s wrong?” He walked over.
“We’re missing a brush washer,” She Qing replied calmly. “Since Shilin isn’t here, I’ll have them go to the backyard and get Yili’s for temporary use.”
“As for the brush washer, one person is enough. Ah Ling, go ahead. Ah Qiong, come with me.”
“Xue Qing.” She Qing suddenly called him.
She Xue Qing rarely heard him call her name, so she turned around seriously.
She Qing half-jokingly said, “Your temper is getting more and more irritable, which is not the way of the teacher. It’s better to open your heart.”
She Xue Qing was about to retort when she saw a small head peek out from inside.
“Teacher, what is the way of the teacher?”
Xu Shilin’s dark eyes looked at the two of them.
“Teacher, that is, a teacher. The way of the teacher is to teach you the principles of the world, so that when you grow up, you will know what reason is, what destiny is, what nature is, what the Way is, and what benevolence and righteousness are.” She Qing answered casually.
She Xue Qing smiled and left. “Good learning.”
Ah Qiong followed cautiously.
Under the shade of the tree, the dappled shadows of the leaves looked like a bunch of snakes intertwined.
“Young Master.” She bowed timidly, raising her hand to reveal her snow-white wrist, adorned with a red string from which two golden bells dangled, tinkling softly in the breeze.
“Is your wrist completely healed?”
Ah Qiong uttered a soft “Ah,” lowering her head even further. “Replying to Young Master, it is completely healed.”
She Xueqing nodded, reaching out to grasp her soft wrist and examining it closely. “In that case, I will have Yili arrange something for you.”
Ah Qiong raised her beautiful eyes, asking in confusion, “Arrange what?”
“Little thing.” She Xueqing sighed, “You have cultivated for a long time; it’s time for you to cultivate the pleasures of love. Snakes are inherently lustful; I know you have been waiting for a long time.”
“Ah, Young Master, you…” Ah Qiong’s voice trembled.
She Xueqing coughed. “Don’t misunderstand. My current power is too great for dual cultivation with you.” "I discussed it with Yili, and we decided it would be best to arrange for you to interact with humans and absorb their yang energy for your cultivation."
Ah Qiong was disappointed, yet still held a glimmer of hope as she bit her lower lip. "Ah Qiong... will obey your orders, young master."
Her voice was as soft as an ant's whisper, her pretty face already flushed like the evening glow.
At noon, Xueqing dismissed the students early and went to Ah Qiong's room, personally giving her some instructions before Yili led her out.
Ah Qiong was carefully dressed, wearing a pale yellow dress and a bright red bodice, which, combined with her still-developing girlish face, made her look as delicate as snow. After leaving Xueqing Academy, she boarded a small sedan chair that had been prepared for her and headed towards the Qinlou.
As dusk fell, the sedan chair followed the light of West Lake, carrying her directly to a small building overlooking the lake.
A string of lanterns hung on the building, their dark red glow wafting, bearing the words "Qinlou" (Music Building).
The name "Qinlou" is a homophone for "Qinlou Chuguan" (a brothel/brothel), and both laymen and experts alike can immediately recognize what this place is. However, once inside the three-story building, one finds the interior to be very elegantly furnished, consisting entirely of private rooms, each with a bed and a table, without a noisy main hall. When a guest enters, he is immediately led to a private room, where the madam leads several girls to choose from. If the guest is not satisfied, another group of girls is brought in, until the guest is pleased. Once satisfied, a red lantern is hung at the door of the private room to signify that the girl is taken and the master is married.
Occasionally, a few rooms will have palace lanterns adorned with white gauze and red plum blossoms. Regular customers know that this is for a courtesan's first client.
Ah Qiong stayed in a small private room with a plum blossom lantern, wearing only a cloak, curled up on a bamboo mat, like a fearful yet hungry little animal, staring at the door.
The owner of this music pavilion had a long-standing relationship with She Qing and her companions. Through meticulous arrangements, he had already drawn a portrait of Ah Qiong's face and figure, which was then offered for betting by the distinguished guests. The highest bidder would become the patron of this alluring, serpentine young woman, a first client they would never forget. After some bidding, Ah Qiong's price soared to over three hundred taels of silver. Besides absorbing the yang energy of living beings for cultivation, this also brought She Xueqing an unexpected windfall—maintaining the academy was extremely expensive, and even demons had to be careful when moving valuables to avoid arousing suspicion. As
the door opened, Ah Qiong's beautiful eyes lit up.
She hadn't expected to see such a handsome and extraordinary man in such a place!
She Xueqing was originally the most strikingly handsome man in the clan, but after acquiring the Green Snake's power, he restrained his appearance and suppressed his aura. She Qing, regardless of gender, could captivate the world with a single glance. Aqiong, accustomed to such beauty, was still stunned by the noble and elegant man before her, her heart pounding!
Aqiong let out a soft moan, loosening her cloak slightly, having long forgotten She Xueqing's instructions. A warm current rose from her lower abdomen, making her face flush like a peach blossom, her eyes seemingly intoxicated.
Such is the nature of snakes; mating is an instinctive desire. Even with over five hundred years of cultivation, Yili almost felt uncontrollably aroused upon seeing the Green Snake in person, let alone Aqiong, a mere demon with a hundred-year-old cultivation.
"Miss, do not be afraid—" The handsome man gently waved a folding fan in his hand. "May I ask your name?"
"My name is...Ah Qiong."
"A beauty gifted me a golden-inlaid knife, how
can I repay her with such precious jade?" he murmured. "A fine name." Ah Qiong was flattered by his praise, her voice sweet and charming, "Young master, if your name is good, does that mean you're not good?" Her voice was almost dripping with sweetness.
"You are so pitiful, so naturally beautiful, truly captivating." The handsome man took a cup of wine from the wine pot on the table and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Young master, are you a drinker?"
"No..." The handsome man looked into Ah Qiong's eyes, gently dipped his finger into the cup, then took it out and caressed Ah Qiong's lower lip.
Ah Qiong couldn't resist and took his finger into her mouth,
licking it clean with her nimble tongue. The cup of wine was handed to her, and Ah Qiong, half-pushed and half-willing, drank it all.
A few drops of wine fell weakly from her lips, dripping onto her shoulder.
Ah Qiong reached out and gently wiped herself. Her cloak had already fallen down, revealing a naked young girl, her skin like a ripe peach.
How could an ordinary man bear this?
But the handsome man was not in a hurry at all, and instead returned to the table and poured himself another cup of wine.
Xueqing Academy.
In the elegant room, She Xueqing and the two were also on the couch, their bodies intertwined, yet both assuming the posture of Taoist dual cultivation, detached from worldly affairs.
"By the way, cousin." She Xueqing slowly awoke from her emotionless cultivation. "Who did you arrange for Ah Qiong to lose her virginity?"
"I heard it was a very handsome young man."
"Handsome and young, he must have been pursued by countless suitors, yet he would spend lavishly in the brothel?"
"I haven't seen him. It was the madam of the brothel who arranged it, and she assured me that there was no mistake."
"...Does that madam know your identity?" She Xueqing raised an eyebrow.
“Of course I don’t know. The Bai She clan is already taboo enough, how could we let everyone know?” Yi Li put her arm around She Xueqing’s shoulder. “Alright, nothing will happen. We’ve finished our training, so why don’t we…” She reached out and stroked She Xueqing’s lower body.
She Xueqing stopped her hand. “I’m going to my uncle’s.”
Yi Li turned over and lay down, disappointed. “You still say you’re not tempted?”
“Tempted? —After I rescue my mother, I’ll kill him and be done with it.”
“Then, I’ll wait and see.” Yi Li gave her a flirtatious look, slightly sarcastic.
She Xueqing put on her robe and got up.
The door closed without wind, as if a strange, soft laugh was heard.
Mocking him, no matter what, could he not overcome the love and hatred of his parents’ generation?
Even if he forcibly seized a thousand years of internal energy, so what?
She Xueqing turned her head and looked in the direction of Leifeng Pagoda—the lake’s shadows loomed like eerie ghosts. He listened intently; the wind outside the tower howled like the cries of ferocious beasts in the night, each sound terrifying. Lost
in thought, he heard a cough from next door, and the slender She Qing emerged, wearing a robe, and stood behind him.
"Weren't you weak? Why aren't you asleep yet?" She Xueqing didn't turn around.
"How much of your power have you not yet digested?" Qing She replied, seemingly unrelated. "
Forty percent." She Xueqing glanced at She Qing out of the corner of her eye; his long hair shone silver-white in the moonlight, and his skin beneath it glowed jade-like. "You only had forty percent left six months ago. Did you encounter an obstacle you couldn't overcome?" She Xueqing was silent for a moment, then had to answer, "Yes." "You possess the wisdom and decisiveness I inherited, as well as the affection and intelligence she inherited." She Qing held a small wine cup, tilted his head slightly, and took a sip. "The only thing you lack is composure and patience." Xueqing laughed heartily. "Composure and patience—do you have them? —In the long, lonely nights, if I don't come to you, you'll pass the time with wine?" She Qing turned away calmly. "When will Ah Qiong be back?" "Why are you beating around the bush again?" She Xueqing suddenly turned around, grabbed She Qing's long hair that was covering his shoulder, and lowered her head to bite his lips. She Qing's waist bent backward incredulously. "You'd better be more careful these days. There should be more than just us around Xu Shilin." "We'll talk about this tomorrow." She Xueqing picked She Qing up in her arms. "Do you want to do it here, or back in the room?" She Qing smiled bitterly. "What if I say I don't want to?" "It's not up to you." The wine jar fell to the ground, but was protected by a soft wave just before it shattered . Xueqing placed She Qing directly on the stone table in the courtyard and lifted his clothes. "Be gentle..." She Qing closed his eyes and pleaded softly. "Does your body... need that?" Xueqing thrust in hard. "Be gentle, so you can slowly experience the way of male bodies and male bodies, thus increasing your strength." She Qing lay on the cold stone table, his tone leisurely but cold. But this caused the lust in She Xueqing's heart to turn into inexplicable anger. Chapter 3 Good Fortune? Dragon Girl (1) Ah Qiong was forced to drink three cups of wine by that handsome man, and her seductive eyes were already like silk, and the silk was soaked in water.

“Young master…” she lay prostrate on the bed, her naked body “…I…can’t take it anymore! Young master, won’t you come…to save me?”
“Miss Aqiong, are you feeling unwell?” he asked with a smile.
“Unwell? Yes, young master, in this beautiful setting, Aqiong feels incredibly empty and lonely…ah…ah!” Aqiong’s face changed drastically, clutching her lower abdomen, revealing a look of pain.
“Miss Aqiong…” he finally came over, his slender fingers sweeping across her lower abdomen like the wind. Aqiong, however, was no longer able to enjoy such caresses, curling up into a ball. “My stomach…my stomach hurts so much…” Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.
“It’s just three cups of realgar wine, how could it cause stomach pain?” he said with a teasing expression, looking at Aqiong.
“Realgar…realgar wine?” Aqiong turned pale with fright, instinctively retreating to the corner of the bed.
He stood up, his folding fan waving gently in his hand. "Why has your expression changed so suddenly, young lady? Aren't only snakes and insects afraid of realgar? Are you perhaps a demon?"
Ah Qiong wanted to say something, but bit her cherry lips and finally cried out in pain. "Young master, spare me! Young master, save me... I... I am indeed a demon. Please, young master, spare me!"
"You know how to beg for mercy honestly, at least you have some sense—little demon, are you a snake?"
Ah Qiong dared not answer, only nodding with teary eyes.
"With your meager cultivation, you shouldn't be able to pull off seven murders in three months in Hangzhou." The folding fan pressed against Ah Qiong's chin. "Tell me, who did it?" Ah Qiong
shook her head desperately. "...I... I really don't know... I was just playing around, please, young master... please, a master, let me go!"
"Oh, is that so?" The handsome man reached out and pinched Ah Qiong's cheek. "A little demon who has just attained human form, daring to swagger through the red-light district without a leader? -- You dare not speak? No problem. I'll go see for myself."
A flash of purple light, and Ah Qiong lost consciousness, falling into a coma.
The palace lanterns in the Qin Tower flickered dimly. The
madam, still worried, came over and stood still, leaning forward to listen for a moment. She heard only soft moans coming from the room, and when the moans subsided, she left satisfied.
The next day at noon, while the young master was still fast asleep, Ah Qiong was taken back to Xueqing Academy by a prepared sedan chair.
"What's wrong?" After seeing off her students, She Xueqing had just turned back to the backyard when she saw Yili resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought.
"Ah Qiong..."
"Ah Qiong is back? I haven't had a chance to see her yet."
"She... she's acting strange. Just now, she glanced at me, and she was so alluring..." Yili propped her forehead with her hand. "Cousin, do you think she might... have fallen for me?"
She Xueqing almost spat out her tea. "Her? She likes you?"
"It's because you've always been cold to her. She's just starting to experience love, and if she doesn't find affection in men, it's not impossible that she'll go astray."
She Xueqing reached out to touch Yili's wrist. "I think you're the one who's suspicious."
Yili slapped his hand away. "If you don't believe me, go see for yourself. Her charm and allure are different from before."
She Xueqing's heart stirred. She Qing's words from last night still echoed in his mind. "Where is she?"
"She went to bring tea to your uncle."
"I'll go see."
"Please have some tea, sir."
As She Xueqing turned to the front yard, she happened to see Aqiong and She Qing looking at each other.
Aqiong's beautiful eyes sparkled, and indeed, as Yili had said, her charm and allure had instantly risen to a higher level, her skin seemingly shimmering with a snowy glow.
She Qing took the tea and naturally grasped Aqiong's soft hand.
Their eyes met.
She Xueqing coughed and went inside.
Tea spilled onto the paper book in front of She Qing.
Aqiong cried out in alarm, frantically trying to wipe it away.
The tea flowed down the low table, onto the couch where She Qing sat, soaking a patch of her blue robe.
"This servant deserves to die..." Aqiong stammered, wiping haphazardly while trying to steady the spilled teacup, only to recoil from the burn.
She Xueqing frowned, watching the scene unfold.
She Qing looked up, giving She Xueqing a deep look.
She Xueqing took a small step back, smiling, "What's the panic? You're staying in your uncle's room tonight anyway—" With a gentle lift, She Xueqing's gauze robe was lifted, fluttering like a thin mist onto the tea stain.
Aqiong's delicate, snow-white skin was instantly exposed.
She let out a soft moan, her face flushing, covering her chest with her hands, looking utterly bewildered.
“It’s not too late yet. I was thinking of playing a couple of games with my uncle, but now it seems—I’d better go play with Yili instead.”
She Xueqing smiled and left with her hands behind her back.
Inside, She Qing and the naked A Qiong
were left facing each other. Golden sunlight streamed in through the window lattice. She Qing sat cross-legged on the couch, the snow-white couch and the dark table both tinged with gold. A Qiong’s pale yellow gauze dress was also stained crimson, having already absorbed the tea stains.
“Close the window.” She Qing looked at A Qiong and spoke.
“…Uh?” A Qiong was charmingly naive.
“Close the window, so we can slowly make love.” She Qing’s voice was languid, his expression neither male nor female, advancing and retreating, a seductive allure flowing through his body like an elusive, unpredictable force.
The window lattice was partially closed.
“You’ve been wanting this opportunity for a long time, haven’t you?” She Qing stood up. He wasn’t wearing socks, standing barefoot on the couch, a piece of his robe, damp with tea, clung to his body, revealing the lines of his thighs.
Ah Qiong stared at the lines.
They flowed like water, just as he usually did when writing… those straight yet curved lines, strong yet graceful, long and slender, resembled the character “非” (fei) in “是非” (shifei), with its vertical stroke on the left; and also the character “周” (zhou) in “周旋” (zhouxuan),
with its hook on the right. Ah Qiong collapsed onto the couch, looking up at She Qing. At the same time, She Xueqing, along with Yili, had already used hand seals to create a terrifying net within the front and back courtyards of the academy—in an instant, the sunlight vanished, replaced by a hazy, green light; the Xueqing Academy, viewed from the lakeshore, remained an exquisite building; but from the inside out, it was shrouded in mist and clouds, obscuring West Lake!
She Qing slowly knelt down and pressed Ah Qiong onto the couch.
The entire classroom was covered with soft couches several feet high. Shoes had to be removed before entering, and each student practiced cross-legged, using a small table at a foot's height.
At this moment, the low tables were removed, and the entire room, filled with a white soft couch, became the perfect setting for pleasure.
A-Qiong's face was already flushed.
She Qing's long, slender fingers slowly caressed her skin. The force of his touch was imbued with a serpentine charm, igniting a natural female desire—as a member of the serpent clan, he could freely switch between male and female, and had even traversed the world in a female form for a thousand years. No one understood or was more skilled in the art of lovemaking than him; and no one could restrain themselves or remain undefeated under his influence.
A-Qiong cried out.
Her desire burned fiercely.
She Qing covered her mouth with his lips, stopping her writhing and crying out. Her two fair wrists were also pinned to the couch by She Qing, unable to move. Golden bells were tied to her wrists with thin red threads; with each tremor, the bells vibrated slightly, producing a soft sound.
"Sir..." A-Qiong was nearly intoxicated, her voice low, her body burning with passion, hot to the touch.

(2)

In the darkness of the night, it was clear that without She Qing really having to exert any effort, A Qiong was already close to the point of her soul flying away.
She Qing's hand moved faster beneath her, and Ah Qiong moaned repeatedly. Suddenly, her whole body convulsed, and she cried out loudly.
She Qing's other hand covered her dantian, and a surge of spiritual energy shot out, only to be barely grasped by She Qing.
The spiritual energy, like a living thing, tore at She Qing's palm, and for a moment, the surface of West Lake rippled!
She Xueqing let out a low growl and, together with Yili, exerted their strength.
Xueqing Academy became even more hidden in the mist.
A fine drizzle fell silently.
Xueqing stood in the courtyard with her hands behind her back and her eyes narrowed.
"What's wrong? Did you summon the rain?" Yili conjured an oil-paper umbrella, her skirt trailing on the ground, yet not a drop of moisture got wet.
“With you and me working together to create mist, how could I possibly summon rain? If I’m not mistaken, I haven’t completely absorbed 'his' power—he couldn’t hold back while battling that immortal energy, and finally attracted the attention of the heavens.”
“In other words, he could have dealt with his opponent without us setting up an array?”
“Outside is dragon energy. If I’m not mistaken,” She Xueqing glanced at Yili, “it should be the one who hates snakes the most who has arrived.”
—Inside the room, Aqiong had already lost consciousness and was lying unconscious on the white bed. The immortal
energy in She Qing’s hand gradually broke free, and blood silently flowed down She Qing’s wrist, turning the white gauze red.
The immortal energy finally gathered.
The rain gradually subsided, but suddenly became violent, and a muffled thunderclap sounded in the distance.
A clear shout came from the rooftop.
“Dare to compete with my dragon clan in the art of summoning lightning? How laughable!”
The voice, through the thick mist, was faintly like celestial music descending to earth.
She Qing and Yili formed hand seals, which flew and transformed.
The mist suddenly spread outwards by ten feet.
—The immortal energy in the room solidified.
The beautiful, voluptuous figure in the music pavilion was revealed.
But the previous dashing demeanor was replaced by a solemn expression, and the red mole between her brows slowly appeared, radiating light.
"Why does the boy, instead of properly managing wealth, choose to learn from mortal demons and taste the bitterness of love?" She Qing smiled. "It's a pity the boy is male. If it were your senior sister, the Dragon Girl, she would be able to better empathize with the bitterness Ah Qiong suffered." Upon
closer inspection, although the main body of Shan Cai, transformed into immortal energy, had escaped, She Qing's fingers still tightly gripped a round point of light.
Shan Cai stared at the point of light, clearly hesitant to act, yet unwilling to be controlled by She Qing.
"Green Snake, it's you stirring up trouble again—what did you promise my master when Bai Suzhen was sealed inside the tower?"
"I promised the Master of the Purple Bamboo Grove that I would not meddle in human affairs for twenty years. But I didn't promise that if her disciples or followers stumbled into my net, I would show great mercy."
She Qing walked over and gently stroked Shan Cai's handsome face.
"Is the recent incident of draining people's vital essence in Hangzhou unrelated to you? Is that little snake spirit waiting to be sold in the brothel unrelated to you? Or is this Xueqing Academy, which has taken in Xu Shilin, unrelated to you?" Shan Cai sneered.
She Qing's grip tightened.
Shan Cai cried out in pain and knelt on the ground.
She Qing grabbed Shan Cai's hair.
"If I were to drain people's vital essence..." His voice was soft, carrying three parts intimacy and three parts lewdness. “Why not find you? A virgin, cultivated for thousands of years, who knows how much you’ll have left to replenish your body after being defiled?”
Shan Cai was pulled back, his neck arched, and She Qing lowered his head, his lips covering Shan Cai’s. Yi
Li, who had been peeking, jumped away silently.
She Xue Qing stood with her hands behind her back, too lazy to watch. Yi
Li glanced at him sideways. “Truly handsome and pure—what, are you jealous?”
“Jealous of whom?” She Xue Qing’s face was as cold as ice.
A sliver of light appeared on the horizon.
The thick fog over West Lake would finally dissipate.
The rain stopped and the wind died down.
A wisp of sword wind swept by, and the tiles trembled.
A woman in a golden gauze dress descended from the sky.
Yi Li leaned on She Xue Qing’s shoulder, glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eye, and chuckled.
“I thought the Dragon Girl would be quite beautiful, but she’s nothing special.”
The golden longsword was drawn, bringing with it a shimmering light.
"Hand over my junior brother."
"Oh dear, Miss Long's Water Moon Sword is truly terrifying. Xueqing, shall we retreat a bit?" Yili coiled around Xueqing, her voice like a soft pant, her allure overflowing.
"Snakes are most lewd, truly a demon. Die—" The Dragon Girl's sword intent was filled with rage.
She Xueqing had been waiting for this moment of furious attack. The Dragon
Girl was originally a protector of Shancai, but Shancai's aura was suddenly controlled by the Green Snake. The Dragon Girl was also caught in the thick fog,
and in her desperation, she acted rashly. The Dragon Girl hated the snake clan the most, but she didn't connect the current situation with the matter of the White Snake that her master had painstakingly subdued not long ago.
She attacked with both sword and palm, determined to capture the demon before her and slowly interrogate Shancai about his whereabouts.
Unfortunately, before she could capture Yili, She Xueqing's yin-like palm wind had already arrived.
The Dragon Girl felt a chill.
She was protected by dragon energy, and ordinary attacks could not harm her. But She Xueqing's palm strike wasn't aimed at her.
The force of the palm merely ripped apart her clothes; in an instant, fine golden silk threads scattered, turning into powder and drifting into the sky.
The Dragon Girl's nakedness was revealed.
If she pursued now, the Dragon Girl could capture Yili, or even kill her.
But instinctively, she reached back to protect her body.
A sword held horizontally across her chest, her hand covering her private parts.
The consequence of voluntarily giving up the attack was that in the next instant, a finger force breaking through the dragon's energy gripped her wrist, firmly restraining her, rendering her unable to move.
Xueqing had won her gamble.
Yili clapped her hands, feigning infatuation. "The Heavenly Beauty of the Purple Bamboo Grove, born a dragon princess of unparalleled nobility, her figure and skin are indeed not bad."
She Xueqing snatched the sword from the Dragon Girl's hand and threw it to Yili. "Go inside and take a look."
The rising sun cast a golden glow on the Dragon Girl's nakedness, while her face was flushed with shame and indignation, as if she wanted to die.
—She Qing pressed Shan Cai down on the bed.
Beside him lay A Qiong, her skin smooth and alluring.
Shan Cai's expression was strange; She Qing's single hand felt like the most terrifying weapon in the world, attacking his will.
A whisper was close to his ear. "I can manage to quell the events in Hangzhou and prevent them from happening again. But Xu Shilin—heh. Do you dare to deceive your master?"
Shan Cai shuddered.
"Until Xu Shilin turns twenty, for the next fifteen years, you will feign carrying out your master's orders, reporting to the master of the Purple Bamboo Grove on time, saying that Xu Shilin is safe and sound."
"...In reality...what will happen?" Shan Cai suppressed the tingling sensation, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
The changes in his body were already impossible to hide.
She Qing's fingertip released his pressure. Shan Cai
cried out in pain.
"Of course I won't do anything to my own nephew. He will simply grow up under my tutelage."
Shan Cai gritted his teeth. "Xu Shilin is no ordinary person."
"I know."
"...He...is on a mission."
"I know that too."
"Green Snake."
Shan Cai uttered in a daze. "You'd better not get any big ideas. This isn't a situation you can afford to play." "What?" She Qing smiled. "How much of the Unfathomable Silk Rope has it to you?"
"My master...my master..."
"The so-called Avalokitesvara, without eye realm, without consciousness realm, without ignorance, and without the end of ignorance." He recited the great sutra softly. "Since the master of the Purple Bamboo Grove can play this game, why can't the Green Snake? Ha."
"You...how dare you compare yourself to my master!"
"Unworthy?"
She Qing moved behind Shan Cai.
Shan Cai fell forward in pain. She Qing grabbed his hair and wouldn't let go, her lips lightly brushing against his shoulder. "Don't struggle anymore, your senior sister has already been subdued by the people outside. The Unfathomable Silk Rope is in seclusion and can't save you."
"...Even if I agree...there will be others...and how can you guarantee that I won't go back on my word?...You, you, don't!"
She Qing smiled and withdrew from him. Shan Cai
let out a low cry, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
"That's right. To prevent you from going back on your word, let's use the Dragon Maiden's dragon tendons as collateral." She Xueqing's cold voice came.
Yili was forcing the Dragon Maiden to push open the door and enter. The Dragon Maiden was naked, and upon seeing Shancai, she cried out and covered her face, sobbing.
She Xueqing followed closely, coldly interjecting. "Or, we could use my snake clan's spiritual medicine to let these two senior sisters and junior brothers engage in some pleasurable acts. I believe this leverage is sufficient?"
Shancai and the Dragon Maiden both cried out in agony. "No!—"
"Never mind." She Qing gently handed Shancai's spiritual essence to Yili. "I believe that the two immortals are not fickle, two-faced, or untrustworthy."
She Xueqing's gaze was like a sword, piercing directly into She Qing's eyes.
Despite losing all her power, she was able to capture Shancai and secure victory in one fell swoop?
She Qing simply lowered her head gently, got up, and left.

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