Free Web NovelChapter 309: Save Me!!!
This wasn’t like the feral, beast-driven dominance of Yanlie.
This was a man who had spent three hundred years denying himself feeling, currently breaking apart at the seams, completely at the mercy of a chemical fire and a desperate, forbidden love.
Elder Qin’s breathing was harsh, fanning across her face.
He was trembling.
His incredibly powerful, immortal body was shaking uncontrollably against hers.
His eyes, dark with feverish lust, swept frantically over her face.
They traced the wide, panicked silver flecks of her eyes.
They traced the curve of her jaw.
And then, his gaze dropped.
He stared directly at her lips.
The hunger in his expression was undeniable.
It was raw, starving, and deeply, heartbreakingly vulnerable.
He looked at her mouth as if it were the only source of water in a burning desert.
He wanted to kiss her.
He wanted to devour her.
He wanted to ruin his Dao completely and utterly against her mouth.
Ji’an was paralysed.
The sheer intensity of his gaze pinned her in place more effectively than his hands.
She could feel the chaotic clash of his hyper-charged Yang energy violently reacting to the hidden, suppressed Yin energy of her true gender.
The air between them crackled with literal, visible sparks of spiritual friction.
"Ji’an," Elder Qin whispered.
His voice was broken.
It was a ragged, desperate rasp that carried three centuries of loneliness and a sudden, terrifying realisation of what he was about to do.
He slowly lowered his head. frёewebηovel.cѳm
His gaze remained fixated on her lips.
He was completely out of control.
The gap between them shrank to a fraction of an inch.
Ji’an could feel the heat of his lips, brushing against hers.
She couldn’t move.
She couldn’t speak.
The danger of the moment completely froze her transmigrator instincts.
’He... He’s going to kiss me?’ Ji’an realised, a chaotic mix of terror and bizarre, hypnotic anticipation flooding her system. ’The Sovereign Elder is going to sully a boy in his kitchen! Ahhh! Someone get me away from here...!!!’
Elder Qin’s eyes fluttered shut.
He tilted his head, surrendering entirely to the aphrodisiac and the madness.
But in that second before contact...
A single, desperate shard of his three-hundred-year-old discipline violently reasserted itself.
The Heartless Dao screamed a final warning in his mind.
He is a boy.
He is your disciple’s friend.
You are an Elder.
You are becoming a monster!
What do you think you are doing?!
Elder Qin’s eyes snapped open.
The feral lust was still there, burning brightly, but a look of self-loathing suddenly eclipsed it.
He violently jerked his head back, tearing himself away from her lips.
He released her shoulders as if she had burned him, stumbling backwards until his back hit the opposite counter.
He gripped the edges of the stone, his knuckles cracking, his chest heaving as he fought a horrific battle against his own drugged biology.
Ji’an remained pinned against the wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her lips parted in shock.
Elder Qin looked at her.
He looked at her wide, frightened eyes, her flushed cheeks, and the lips he had so desperately wanted to claim.
A single tear of pure, frustrated agony tracked down the immortal’s face.
"You..." Elder Qin gasped, his voice trembling with a mixture of raw lust, profound panic, and desperate anger.
He raised a shaking hand, pointing a finger at her.
"You are a plague upon my Dao," Elder Qin cursed her, the words torn from his throat like jagged glass. "You are a curse sent by the Heavens to ruin me!"
He didn’t wait for her to respond.
He couldn’t.
If he stayed in that kitchen for one more second, the aphrodisiac would win, and he would throw her onto the cutting board and damn them both.
With a frantic, desperate surge of Qi, Elder Qin turned on his heel.
He didn’t walk; he fled.
He blurred into a streak of silver light, violently bursting out the back door of the pantry, launching himself into the night sky, fleeing the Drunken Peak with the terrified, erratic speed of a man running from his own soul.
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Lin Ji’an stood in the dimly lit kitchen alone. freēwēbnovel.com
The silence of the pantry was deafening, broken only by the distant, muffled sounds of Zhiwei complaining about the spicy hotpot from the main courtyard.
Ji’an slowly raised a trembling hand, pressing her fingers against her own lips.
Her heart was beating so fast it felt like a trapped bird battering against her ribs.
Her legs were weak.
The phantom sensation of the Elder’s scorching heat still lingered.
’What... what just happened?’ Ji’an’s mind spun, completely derailed by the intensity of the encounter.
She had expected arrogance.
She had expected violence.
She had not expected the stoic, untouchable master of the Heartless Dao to pin her to a wall, stare at her lips with starving devotion, and then flee into the night weeping like a broken man.
Fortunately, he really didn’t kiss her.
The aphrodisiac had lowered his inhibitions, yes.
But the desire... the desire had been real.
It was there before he drank the broth.
"They are all losing their minds, else, how the hell are they acting like some beasts in heat?!" Ji’an whispered to the empty kitchen, a terrifying realisation settling over her.
She looked at the shattered jar of tea leaves on the floor.
The tournament is starting tomorrow.
She was trapped in a sect full of insanely powerful, incredibly attractive men who were all slowly, inevitably succumbing to a dark, possessive obsession with a cook they believed to be a boy.
Lin Ji’an picked up a clean dishcloth, staring blankly at the wall.
"I am going to need a much bigger spatula," Ji’an muttered, tying the blindfold back over her eyes, entirely unwilling to face the three panting prodigies waiting for her in the courtyard.
The silence that settled over the open-air pantry following Elder Qin Changxu’s departure was not peaceful.
It was the heavy, unstable silence that immediately precedes an industrial disaster.
