152: Su Quan was humiliated

Whoosh—

On the Sacred Mountain, the exclamations of female Cultivators rose and fell.

They looked at the expectant Su Quan and then at the cold-faced Su Qianqian, seemingly realizing what was about to happen.

Seeing that the young girl did not respond for a long time.

Su Quan's face flushed slightly. He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and used his Internal Energy to project his voice: "Senior Sister, I like you!"

"Ah!"

Some female Cultivators let out excited wolf howls.

"Get together! Get together!"

"Get together!"

"..."

A man boldly confessing his love was already a rare sight in this world.

Everyone was moved by the courage Su Quan displayed.

Although many of them also liked Su Quan, in all honesty, both Su Quan and Su Qianqian possessed extraordinary talent, and with her brilliance and his good looks, they were truly a well-matched pair.

If the two could truly become Dao Companions, it would be a blessing for the Dao Sect.

"This brat..."

Ji Mengya scolded with a smile, her beautiful eyes somewhat misty as if recalling events from many years ago—love, hate, and complex emotions passing like drifting smoke.

Dong—

Su Qianqian sat upright in the main seat. Her fingers lightly tapped the armrest, and the dull thud instantly suppressed the widespread clamor.

Some sharp-minded individuals seemed to sense that something was wrong, and the smiles on their faces gradually faded.

"Su Quan, you really are a little cutie!"

Su Qianqian suddenly let out a cold laugh. Her laughter grew louder and louder, gradually turning into a frenzied roar.

"Hahaha, hahahaha! Interesting, so interesting!"

The entire Sacred Mountain was silent; only Su Qianqian's laughter echoed into the sky.

"Sen—Senior Sister, you..."

Su Quan stood frozen in place, his face flushed red, looking completely at a loss.

After a long while, Su Qianqian stopped laughing. She slowly stood up and looked down at Su Quan from a height, mocking him in front of the Dao Sect Cultivators: "Su Quan, do you really think This Young Miss would take a fancy to a worn-out shoe like you?"

"Go take a look at yourself in a puddle of piss. A piece of trash like you dares to dream of being This Young Miss's Dao Companion? You certainly have thick skin!"

"This Young Miss has been playing with you all along. I didn't expect an idiot like you to actually believe it!"

"Tell me, just how stupid are you!"

"Hahahaha!"

The young girl's voice was like a sharp sword, stabbing deep into Su Quan's soul.

Not to mention Su Quan himself, even many of the female Cultivators who were mere bystanders felt a wave of psychological discomfort. This behavior was simply too malicious!

Su Quan's face turned pale. He stumbled back a few steps, his body trembling uncontrollably as he muttered, "Impossible, impossible... Senior Sister, those words you just said were all to test me, right?"

By the end, his voice was filled with a pleading tone.

"Hehe!"

Su Qianqian circled the boy with her hands behind her back, sizing up the prey—or rather, the plaything—she had carefully captured. She smiled with a bit of wicked amusement.

She then kicked off her boots, revealing a pair of translucent jade-like feet. After sprinkling a few drops of Qiongzhi Nectar on them, she extended a foot in front of the boy and said coldly, "Don't you want to be my Dao Companion? Here, lick it clean, and I'll consider agreeing!"

Looking at that fair little foot—slender, delicate, and emitting a layer of fluorescence like a piece of fine jade—the toes stretched freely like sprouting buds.

Cultivators naturally possessed an Immaculate Body, let alone a stunningly brilliant super-genius like Su Qianqian.

Not only was it not foul-smelling, but it also had a refreshing, delicate fragrance.

Supplemented by those few drops of nectar, it was as if a fine delicacy had been placed before Su Quan.

Su Quan clenched his teeth, his eyes wide with anger, and his breathing grew more rapid, as if he were undergoing a fierce internal struggle.

Su Qianqian's devilish voice rang out once more.

"What? Didn't you say you liked me? Didn't you say you wanted to be my Dao Companion? If you're not even willing to do this little thing, then you'd better get lost as soon as possible!"

"I... I'll lick it!"

Su Quan suddenly roared.

Enduring his grief and indignation, he slowly leaned down.

"Junior Brother Su, don't! Please don't!"

"Junior Brother Su, this woman is toying with you! Don't fall for it!"

"Su Quan, you are a wonderful man like a Heavenly Immortal. Why bother making yourself so humble!"

"..."

The female Cultivators could no longer bear to watch.

Forcing a beautiful young man to lick one's foot in front of everyone was an irreconcilable humiliation.

Yet, Su Quan was actually willing to do it!

Anyone could feel the boy's sincere infatuation.

Including Su Qianqian, who was holding up her jade-like foot.

In her beautiful eyes, which were usually as calm as ancient waters, a tiny, imperceptible ripple appeared. Her original intention was merely to verbally humiliate the boy; she never imagined he would actually be willing to do it.

Su Qianqian had the thought of giving up.

Su Quan supported the young girl's jade-like foot with his left palm. Every touch made Su Qianqian's scalp tingle.

"Don't!"

"Ah, my Male God!"

"You can't! It can't be like this!"

Many female Cultivators closed their eyes in pain.

At this moment, Su Quan's high and mighty, aloof Immortal Man image—pure, noble, and meant to be admired from afar but not trifled with—collapsed.

A few breaths later, Su Quan stood up tremblingly. His eyes were slightly red and swollen, swirling with tears, and his voice was pitiful and aggrieved: "Senior Sister, now... are you satisfied?"

"I..."

Su Qianqian's heart tightened, and her throat felt as if it were being choked, making her somewhat breathless and unable to speak.

She suddenly realized that she was actually somewhat afraid to face the current Su Quan.

Thousands of gazes fell upon the young girl, all waiting for her answer.

Su Qianqian fell silent. She closed her beautiful eyes, and images flashed rapidly within her Divine Soul. When she opened them again, the hesitation and pity in her eyes had vanished, replaced only by a killing intent tinged with a faint crimson.

"Heh, you're still the same as before—utterly spineless, like a lowly male dog that wags its tail at any woman, begging for favor!"

Humiliation, blatant humiliation!

"..."