9: Chapter 9 Since you love eavesdropping, then sing a song yourself.

The night was as dark as ink, and the candlelight in the side hall flickered in the draft.

Liu Yuqin curled up on the innermost side of the bed, her fingers tightly clutching the corner of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"It's fine... in that situation, how could he have been distracted enough to notice the window..."

Liu Yuqin murmured neurotically, trying to deceive herself.

As long as she refused to admit it, that bastard could do nothing to her.

She was the Mysterious Maiden Sect Saintess; how could she do something as vulgar as eavesdropping?

It was an illusion, a Heart Demon, definitely not real.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the door was roughly pushed open.

Liu Yuqin was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; her hair stood on end as she jerked her head up.

Su Yun stood at the doorway against the moonlight, a wicked smile that made her Soul tremble playing on his lips, while he toyed with a piece of dried mud in his hand.

He closed the door behind him, and the 'click' of the latch falling sounded like a clap of thunder in the silent night.

"Your Highness Saintess is in high spirits."

Su Yun paced closer slowly, his tone full of playfulness.

"Instead of meditating in your room, you ran to the base of the window where Lin Rou and I were to admire the moon? What, is the moon rounder over there?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Liu Yuqin feigned composure, shouting with a fierce look but inward cowardice.

"Su Yun, this is Xiuyun Peak, don't be too insolent! I only... out of respect for Junior Martial Uncle Lin Rou's Face..."

"Shh—"

Su Yun placed his index finger to his lips and stepped onto the footstool, the pressure from his tall frame instantly enveloping her.

He reached out and flirtatiously stroked Liu Yuqin's flawless white chin.

The cold touch made her whole body tremble, and the rebuttal she was about to utter instantly caught in her throat.

Su Yun leaned close to her neck and took a deep breath, looking intoxicated.

Liu Yuqin's Face flushed red, and her eyes instantly filled with tears of humiliation.

Boom!

The Nine Yang Imperial Phoenix Technique circulated, and an overbearingly dominant aura of pure Yang Qi instantly erupted, enveloping the entire side hall.

This aura was not an attack, yet it was more lethal than any attack.

"Mph!"

Liu Yuqin's pupils shrank suddenly, her body feeling as if a switch had been flipped.

The moment she felt this aura, her originally tense and resistant body actually went soft instinctively, and a sweet whimper escaped her throat.

That was the instinctive reaction she had developed from being trained day and night in the Soul Severing Abyss.

Even though her brain was screaming in refusal, her body was begging for mercy.

"Tsk tsk, Great Saintess Liu, your body is being dishonest!"

Su Yun reached out to tilt her chin up, his gaze teasing.

"Did you enjoy eavesdropping outside the window just now? Were you dying to rush in and take Lin Rou's place?"

"I didn't... I'm not..."

Liu Yuqin shook her head desperately, large tears rolling down, her eyes filled with the despair of self-loathing.

She didn't want to admit it, but the feeling that surged up just now really made her want to throw herself into this bastard's arms immediately.

"Since you haven't heard enough..."

Su Yun suddenly exerted force, pulling her toward him, his handsome yet demonic Face magnifying infinitely in her pupils.

"Then sing a song yourself."

...

Liu Yuqin could only cling tightly to Su Yun, her only rock.

She hated him.

But she seemed... unable to live without this feeling anymore.

[Ding! Detected that target Liu Yuqin's physical and mental defenses have completely collapsed! Liu Yuqin's current Dependency: 90 (Heart's Belonging)!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 15,000 Luck points! Obtained special Physique trait: Cauldron Heart (As long as the host exists, the target who has had intimate contact with the host will be unable to feel affection for anyone else).]

Listening to the pleasant System notification in his mind, the red glow in Su Yun's eyes intensified.

At this moment, this high and mighty Mysterious Maiden Sect Saintess belonged completely to him.

After a long time.

Liu Yuqin was as limp as mud, her black hair scattered messily on the pillow.

Traces of undried tears still hung from the corners of her eyes, but in those originally cold eyes, only a blur of confusion and submission remained.

She instinctively pulled the corner of the quilt higher, trying to cover the marks on her body; there was no longer any hint of hatred in her gaze toward Su Yun.

Su Yun straightened his clothes and patted her cheek, feeling refreshed.

"You performed well tonight; your voice is quite clear, a bit better than Lin Rou's."

Liu Yuqin bit her lip, burying her head in the pillow in shame, but she did not pull away from his hand.

Just then—

Thump, thump, thump.

A series of rapid knocks on the door, carrying a hint of suppressed anger, abruptly exploded in the silent midnight.

Following that, Lin Rou's voice, lazy yet piercingly cold, came from outside the door:

"Xiao Chen? Are you in there?"

The air in the side hall froze instantly.

Liu Yuqin was Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering with fright, a look of panic instantly appearing on her Face, and her just-softened body suddenly tensed up.

Lin Rou!

How could Elder Lin be here?!

The voice outside paused, showing no intention of leaving, but instead adding a hint of the pressure and suspicion unique to a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator:

"Your aunt clearly heard a woman's cry just now... and the cry sounded a bit familiar, like... Yuqin?"

"Open the door."

At this moment, Liu Yuqin felt as if the sky was falling.

If Lin Rou discovered her disheveled and in the same room as "Lin Chen"...

And having just done that kind of thing... not only would she be finished, but the entire Mysterious Maiden Sect would lose all Face!

"What... what should I do..."

She looked at Su Yun in a panic, her eyes full of terrified pleas for help, her hands clutching Su Yun's sleeve tightly.

However, Su Yun just raised an eyebrow; instead of panicking, a more playful curve hooked the corner of his mouth.

A Shura Field?

He just loved these kinds of exciting scenes.