56: Chapter 56 The Torn Ice Silkworm Silk! The Elder's Cooperation

The guest room was silent, save for the candlelight on the round mahogany table, which flickered slightly in the night breeze.

Gu Yi sat upright by the table, his deep gaze fixed unblinkingly on the landscape-painted screen ahead.

Through the translucent silk of the screen, one could vaguely make out the slender yet voluptuous silhouette of Liu Qingwan. She seemed to be sitting on the edge of the bed, lifting one leg, and awkwardly tugging at the completely unfamiliar "nourishing dharma robe."

"Gu Yi, this item you found... isn't the size a bit too small?"

Liu Qingwan's hesitant muttering drifted from behind the screen. Accompanied by the faint friction of fabric being stretched, her silhouette appeared exceptionally alluring under the candlelight.

"This material clings to the skin, making one feel completely uncomfortable."

Gu Yi picked up his teacup to hide the slight bobbing of his Adam's apple, his tone maintaining the steady composure of a gentleman.

"Elder, do not panic. Ice Silk naturally has strong elasticity. Only by tightly wrapping around the legs can it precisely press the major acupoints and serve the purpose of clearing the Meridians. It is inevitably tight when first worn, but you will adapt after a short while."

There was silence behind the screen for a long moment. Then, a light, slow sound of footsteps followed. Liu Qingwan walked around the screen and slowly entered Gu Yi's line of sight.

At this single glance, the teacup in Gu Yi's hand paused imperceptibly in mid-air, and the calm tea within rippled visibly.

No matter how experienced Gu Yi was, and even though he had expected this, witnessing the scene with his own eyes triggered a primal reaction, surging forth like a bursting dam, as is the instinct of any normal man.

Liu Qingwan was still wearing her loose, light-gray robe, but to avoid obstructing the "nourishing" of her leg Meridians, she had casually lifted the hem and tucked it at her waist.

Those beautiful legs, originally long, straight, and voluptuously fleshy, were now completely encased in that layer of dark Ice Silk.

This modern fetish item from the System villain shop displayed a terrifying lethality that could be described as a dimensional strike.

The translucent black silk threads made Liu Qingwan's jade-white skin appear tantalizingly visible.

Its astonishing elasticity perfectly conformed to the curves of her legs, tracing from her small, exquisite ankles up to her full, rounded calves, and finally to her voluptuous thighs.

Especially at the base of her thighs where the fabric ended, the tightness of the material pressed into her snowy, soft flesh, creating a subtle yet soul-stirring indentation.

The high-and-mighty female Elder of the classical Immortal Realm, with her touch of laziness and majesty, collided perfectly with these modern black stockings, full of wildness and taboo.

Such visual impact was enough to make any ascetic in the Central Province with a firm Dao Heart break their discipline on the spot.

Liu Qingwan felt her whole body burning under Gu Yi's undisguised gaze, which seemed ready to spew fire.

Although she was usually carefree and accustomed to using laziness to mask herself, being scanned from bottom to top by a man with such greedy eyes caused the shyness inherent to a woman to finally take the upper hand.

She unnaturally brought her legs together, and her toes curled slightly against the thick rug. The silky fabric rubbed against itself, emitting a "rustling" sound that made one's heart tremble.

"Have you seen enough?" Liu Qingwan forced herself to maintain the demeanor of an Elder, two blushes flying across her fair cheeks as she tried to divert the suffocating, ambiguous atmosphere. "This dharma robe feels chilly on my legs; why haven't I felt the warmth and clarity you mentioned?"

Gu Yi placed the teacup in his hand steadily on the table, creating a crisp clinking sound.

He stood up, strode forward, and approached Liu Qingwan step by step. His tall, upright frame, stretched by the candlelight, completely enveloped her in shadow.

"This kind of dharma robe requires external force assisted by true energy massage to stimulate its medicinal properties."

Gu Yi's voice had gone completely hoarse, carrying an undeniable domineering aura.

He stopped in front of Liu Qingwan and slowly knelt on one knee. He reached out with his large hand and, without explanation, grasped her slender, rounded ankle.

"Ah..."

Liu Qingwan let out a short, delicate cry in surprise.

The scorching temperature in Gu Yi's palm, belonging to his Creation Immortal Body and hot as a furnace, was transmitted to her skin without reservation through that layer of thin, cool black silk.

The extreme contrast between ice and fire made Liu Qingwan's body tremble violently.

Gu Yi's fingers did not stop.

Following her ankle, he slid and kneaded upwards along the graceful curve of her calf, which was wrapped in the dark black silk threads. The friction between his rough fingertips and the silky fabric brought a tingling sensation that made one's scalp numb.

"Gu Yi... what, what are you doing..."

Liu Qingwan's voice had softened completely, and those peach-blossom eyes, which had originally held a hint of vigilance, were now veiled in a misty, watery sheen. She instinctively wanted to retreat, but the back of her legs was already pressed against the edge of the round table behind her; there was nowhere to go.

"Naturally, I am helping Elder clear the major acupoints."

Gu Yi raised his head, his eyes, deep as an abyss, locking onto Liu Qingwan's gaze from below. The flame of desire in his eyes had completely burned away all pretenses.

The next moment, Gu Yi stood up abruptly.

Before Liu Qingwan could react, his strong, powerful arms reached under her knees and back, sweeping her voluptuous, soft body up into his arms.

"The nourishment is almost complete; it is time for deep treatment."

Accompanied by this aggressive whisper, Gu Yi strode across the screen and pressed the female Elder in his arms heavily onto the large rosewood bed.

Liu Qingwan gasped in shock at this sudden, rough action. Her long hair, which had been casually pinned up with a wooden hairpin, spilled out completely, spreading like a black waterfall across the white silk quilt.

She instinctively reached out to press her hands against Gu Yi's broad chest, her beautiful face full of panic and a hint of irrepressible anticipation.

"Don't... this dharma robe hasn't been taken off yet..."

Liu Qingwan bit her lower lip, her voice carrying a hint of coquettish protest.

However, Gu Yi had no intention of untying that layer of silk fabric.

He looked down from above at this stunning beauty beneath him, wrapped in black silk and exuding a fatal temptation, the curve of his lips revealing an unsettling, evil charm.

"Since it is a dharma robe, we shall keep it on for the treatment."

His long, powerful fingers precisely hooked onto the edge of the tight Ice Silk at the base of her thighs.

The veins on the back of his hands bulged slightly; without a shred of hesitation or tenderness, Gu Yi tore his hands apart!

"Rip—!"

An extremely crisp, fabric-tearing sound exploded in the silent guest room.

That ten-thousand-year-old Ice Silk, worth three hundred villain points and touted as incredibly tough, was violently torn open from the base of the thighs under the absolute suppression of Gu Yi's strength.

The translucent dark black silk threads snapped, the fabric curled up, and the large expanse of fair, snow-white, jade-like delicate skin underneath was exposed without reservation.

The tattered black silk still hung on Liu Qingwan's long legs; that sense of broken beauty, where destruction and wholeness intertwined, pushed the absurdity in the guest room to its peak.

"Ah..."

Along with the crisp sound of the dharma robe being torn, Liu Qingwan let out a high-pitched, mournful cry.

Dull, thudding sounds replaced the previous silence. The rosewood bed began to shake and creak under the strain of the Creation Immortal Body's storm-like onslaught.

Torn silk, scalding sweat, and intertwined breaths.

Liu Qingwan's hands, which were resisting against Gu Yi's chest, had long since lost all strength. She was forced to arch her long, fragile swan-like neck, her ten white fingers clutching tightly at the silk quilt beneath her, with distinct veins bulging on the back of her hands.

Those jade legs, wearing the tattered remains of the black silk, rested powerlessly on either side of Gu Yi's solid waist and abdomen, swaying helplessly in mid-air with the rhythm of the heavy, powerful thrusts.

Sweat dripped down Gu Yi's sharp jawline, landing on Liu Qingwan's flushed chest.

The temperature in the room climbed rapidly, and the rich scent of musk mixed with perfume, brewing a dizzying, romantic atmosphere.

"Slow... slow down... little tormentor, I can't take it anymore..."

All of Liu Qingwan's defenses were abandoned in the face of this wild onslaught.

She closed her eyes, misty tears welling in her peach-blossom eyes, as her intermittent gasps and sobs echoed back and forth in the empty guest room, turning into the most decadent music of a spring palace.