14: Please, Holy Lord, consider the greater good! Sister Leng, I will heal your wounds and cleanse your poison!

Leng Qingshuang's face appeared behind the window. Under the moonlight, her complexion was even paler than before, and fine beads of cold sweat even seeped from her forehead.

Those eyes, usually as calm as a cold pool, were now churning with intense pain and a trace of forcibly suppressed violent Aura, making her look like a completely different person from her usual cold and majestic image.

"You..."

She looked at Lu Yu, the expression in her eyes complex and difficult to discern—there was the shame of being seen through, the embarrassment of weakness, and a trace of deep exhaustion.

"This seat is fine, leave immediately!"

She tried to maintain her majesty, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.

Lu Yu didn't move, his gaze meeting hers directly.

"Holy Lord, is the poison in your body related to Heavenly Nether Hall?"

Lu Yu asked directly.

Leng Qingshuang's pupils shrank slightly, and she abruptly turned her face away, which was a tacit admission.

Seeing Leng Qingshuang's silence and suppressed expression, he sighed in his heart and then used a System scan.

[Name: Leng Qingshuang]

[Age: 3,218 years old]

[Realm: Mahayana Stage Middle Stage]

[Luck: 7500 (Purple)]

[Physique: Nine Yin Cold Jade Body, a top-tier Dual Cultivation Physique!]

[Description: One of the future Dao Companions of the Son of Destiny Lu Yu, currently the Holy Lord of the Canglan Sacred Sect. At this stage, she has fallen victim to a scheme by the Grand Elder in league with the Demon Realm's Heavenly Nether Hall, and is suffering from the torture of the nine nether profound dark balefulness poison. It requires the continuous output of a body of extreme Yang in the world to have a possibility of eliminating this poison. The current protagonist possesses the Nine Yang Haori Body, which perfectly matches this detoxification ability. The protagonist can currently intercept Lu Yu's Opportunity, making the Daughter of Destiny Leng Qingshuang devoted and fully convinced by the protagonist, dealing a heavy blow to the Son of Destiny Lu Yu!]

Lu Yu ignored the words at the end of the System's prompt; it was just full of nonsense every day!

He then looked at Leng Qingshuang in front of him.

"This poison is called nine nether profound dark balefulness. It is extremely Yin and cold, yet it also contains a trace of Nine Nether Demon Fire. Ice and fire are intertwined, making it exceptionally malicious."

"Ordinary methods are difficult to root out; instead, it will continuously erode the Origin. The Holy Lord has forcibly suppressed it for many years, and now, being exhausted by Sect matters, I'm afraid you have nearly reached your limit."

Leng Qingshuang's body trembled slightly; he was exactly right.

Over the years, this poison had been like a maggot in her bones, torturing her at every moment, consuming her cultivation and vitality, and preventing her from exerting much of her true strength. This was also one of the important reasons why she had to endure the Grand Elder's faction and was unable to fully clear out the internal troubles.

If it weren't for the support of the Loose Immortals behind her in the Sect, the Loose Immortals behind the Grand Elder and his lineage might have already deposed her as the Holy Lord!

"This Junior's Nine Yang Haori Body is the nemesis of all evil and poisonous things. Perhaps it can help the Holy Lord alleviate it a bit."

Lu Yu's voice was very soft, yet it carried a strange penetrating power.

"The Holy Lord should know that back in the Yin-Yang Inversion Mountain..."

"Shut up!"

Leng Qingshuang suddenly turned her head, an unnatural flush rising on her pale face, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and anger.

The incident at the Yin-Yang Inversion Mountain was the secret and embarrassment she was most unwilling to mention.

"Holy Lord!"

Lu Yu took a step forward, propping his hands on the windowsill and looking at her with burning eyes, no longer hiding his urgency and worry.

"Now is not the time to worry about such things. Heavenly Nether Hall is watching like a tiger, and the Grand Elder's lineage and those lurking in the shadows are spying in secret. The Sect is under a surge of undercurrents. If you fall, what will happen to Qingxue? What will happen to the Canglan Sacred Sect? Won't the plans you've laid out over years of endurance go to waste?"

Every word he spoke struck at the places Leng Qingshuang cared about most.

The Sect, the Disciples, and the plans she had painstakingly managed for many years.

"This Junior has no other intentions; I only want to help the Holy Lord stabilize your injuries and overcome the current difficulties."

Lu Yu's voice lowered, carrying a trace of softness and persistence that he hadn't even noticed himself.

"Moreover, this Junior's Physique is special. Perhaps it is the key to resolving this poison. I ask the Holy Lord... to consider the big picture!"

Leng Qingshuang stared blankly at him. His eyes were clear and firm, without greed or desecration, only pure worry and a... determination to share the burden.

His words were like a hammer, shattering the cold shell she had forcibly maintained, revealing the fragility and struggle within.

Is it true? The big picture... the internal battle within the Sect has reached a critical point. If I fall now, everything will be over.

And the person before her, his Nine Yang Haori Body, was indeed the extreme Yang power that countered that nine nether profound dark balefulness.

As for how Lu Yu's Pure Yang Body had become the Nine Yang Haori Body, she felt puzzled but didn't think much of it.

Although the time at the Yin-Yang Inversion Mountain was forced, the effect was real. It's just... he is Qingxue's fiancé!

If I were to... what would that look like?

How would I face Qingxue in the future, and how would I face my good sister Meng Li?

The internal struggle was like the intertwining of ice and fire.

Reason told her this was the most effective, and perhaps only, way to quickly stabilize her injuries.

Emotion and ethics, however, made it difficult for her to accept.

Lu Yu saw her wavering and said no more, just looking at her quietly with an honest gaze.

At this moment, the two of them were still chatting across the window.

Lu Yu climbed through the window and gently closed it, sealing off the night outside.

To do this kind of thing, one had to take the unconventional path, like the window-climbing behavior of the "Old Wang Next Door."

Only the cold light of the night-luminescent pearl and the gradually heavy breathing of the two remained in the pavilion.

Leng Qingshuang looked at Lu Yu, who was close at hand, seeing the persistence in his eyes that brooked no refusal, and feeling the torture of the intertwined cold and burning pain in her body that was becoming harder and harder to suppress.

And that poison backlash that seemed like it would freeze and tear her Soul apart... She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling.

Ultimately, all resistance, shame, and the shackles of ethics collapsed in the face of her concern for the Sect's survival and a slim hope of completely clearing the poison.

A very soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped from her lips.

Her long, cold fingers curled slightly and then slowly relaxed.

She didn't nod, nor did she speak to refuse again; only her tense shoulders relaxed imperceptibly by a fraction as she turned her face away, avoiding Lu Yu's gaze.

It was a silent acquiescence, filled with endless shame and helplessness.

Lu Yu's heart relaxed, knowing she had finally yielded. He really just wanted to help Sister Leng detoxify, not that he was greedy for her body!

Looking at Leng Qingshuang, whose cheeks were now slightly flushed with an expression of shame, his heart fluttered, as if thousands of arrows of love had pierced through his Soul!

He took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions surging in his heart, and took a step forward to reach out. However, it wasn't a sudden touch; instead, he gently grasped her cold and trembling wrist.

Her wrist felt cold and smooth to the touch, but under the transmission of the solar power from his palm, she shrank back slightly, yet ultimately did not pull away.

"Sister Leng, pardon my offense."

He whispered, his voice exceptionally clear in the silent pavilion. Hearing this "Sister Leng," Leng Qingshuang's body trembled slightly.

Lu Yu stood before Leng Qingshuang's charming and moving figure, a wave of her fragrance wafting toward him.

He reached out his hand, which was trembling slightly—not out of fear, but because of excitement.

Then, he very gently placed it on the silk ribbon at Leng Qingshuang's waist.

Leng Qingshuang's body trembled slightly. Accompanied by Lu Yu's rapid breathing, he gave a gentle tug, and the white waistband instantly came undone. The moon-white dress that had been tightly fitted to her body immediately loosened, and a layer of thin gauze clothing inside the moon-white dress was simultaneously revealed before Lu Yu's eyes.

The light of the night-luminescent pearl cast their gradually approaching figures onto the cold floor, intertwining into a blurred and ambiguous shadow.

Lu Yu swallowed hard. Under Leng Qingshuang's extremely bashful gaze, his hands gently rested on her fragrant shoulders.

Lu Yu was half a head taller than Leng Qingshuang. When Leng Qingshuang lowered her head slightly, he could no longer see her expression.

With Lu Yu's gentle movements, the moon-white dress slowly slid down from her fragrant shoulders, which were as white and lustrous as the moon in the sky, and then piled up in layers on the floor by her feet.

At this moment, Leng Qingshuang wore only a thin, gauze-like undergarment and the chemise beneath it.

However, he hadn't expected that Leng Qingshuang's chemise would actually be purple.

Purple truly had a certain charm!

"Sister Leng, you are truly beautiful!"

Lu Yu praised her from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, even without undoing the layer of thin gauze and the chemise, Leng Qingshuang's flawless, snow-white body with its exaggerated and astonishing curves was faintly visible beneath the thin gauze-like undergarment, showing a hazy sense of beauty.

Last time, he had been completely passive and had no ability to fight back, so he hadn't had much of a chance to properly appreciate Leng Qingshuang's perfect body. Now was the perfect Opportunity!

Leng Qingshuang became even more ashamed after hearing Lu Yu's praise.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle!"

Leng Qingshuang could not hide the shyness deep in her heart. Lu Yu's gaze fell upon her; although she clearly wasn't looking, she felt as if thousands of ants were crawling over her body!

The corners of Lu Yu's mouth curled up slightly. Sister Leng couldn't stand his gaze!

He then took off the hazy and transparent thin gauze undergarment. As he held it in his hand, he even brought it to his nose and took a gentle sniff!

Leng Qingshuang almost failed to control her Aura!