Free Web NovelChapter 23: 23. Departing From Dragon Abode
The morning light broke softly over the horizon, signaling the end of the five-day isolation period. Ruyi had already slipped out of the master bed before dawn, her flawless professional instincts ensuring she returned to her head maid duties before the rest of the pavilion woke.
My shaft felt entirely satisfied, still carrying the lingering warmth of her exceptional midnight technique.
With Meiyin still resting heavily against my torso, I internally called out to my system assistant.
’Lucy, bring up the stat log. How many points have we gathered over these past five days?’
Lucy’s crisp, melodic voice chimed instantly inside my mind.
[Your current balance has reached 44,000 love points.]
A rare flash of genuine surprise rippled through my thoughts. Gathering that much raw currency solely from Ruyi’s daily routine of four to five highly intensive oral services proved just how lucrative her skyrocketing devotion truly was.
Suddenly, a soft shift in weight interrupted my calculations.
Meiyin stirred against my chest, her long eyelashes fluttering open as she realized I was awake.
Sensing that I was deep in thought, her slender fingers began to trace slow, lazy circles across my bare chest.
At the same time, her soft tail twitched beneath the duvet, sliding upward to entangle itself securely around my leg as if trying to anchor me to the bed.
I dismissed the system screen, looking down at her flushed face. "Good
morning, my little star."
Hearing my voice, Meiyin’s eyes instantly welled up with a layer of dramatic, unshed tears.
Her lips turned downward into a thoroughly spoiled, petulant pout as she gripped the fabric of my sheets. "Dad... do you really have to go to the ancient ruins today? Can’t you just stay here with me?"
"You know your sister Mushang is leading the expedition team," I replied calmly, running a hand through her silky pink hair. "If I do not go, she will be in trouble out there. Don’t worry, my little star. I will get you a grand gift upon my return."
Meiyin huffed, burying her face deeper into the crook of my neck, her small teeth lightly nipping my collarbone in protest.
"Fine... but you absolutely cannot look for another woman there, Dad. Mom would be so angry if you find another one out there."
She mumbled the words with a thoroughly cute, spoiled expression, clinging tightly to my torso.
In reality, she was using her mother as a convenient shield to hide her true thoughts.
She was completely terrified that another woman would catch my eye, masking her own intense, burning jealousy behind an innocent display of filial worry.
"Be good, Meiyin," I chuckled softly, the firm authority in my voice instantly silencing her complaints.
"Focus on stabilizing your foundation. Remember our agreement. The moment I return, you will have your reward."
The reminder of the promise instantly worked its magic. Her teary expression shifted into a sweet, deeply satisfied smile, her inner brat completely placated by the guarantee of future intimacy.
An hour later, I stood fully dressed in the central courtyard of the Dragon Pavilion. My pristine travel robes caught the brisk morning wind as I looked over the gathered household.
Meiyin stood at the front, her tail swaying happily as she kept her hands politely to herself, her eyes locked onto my waist with quiet anticipation. Beside her stood Ruyi, flanked by the pavilion’s other two maids, Hong Yu and Ah Zhu.
Ruyi stepped forward, her signature professional composure fully restored, her posture graceful and unyielding.
"Master, the estate will be managed flawlessly in your absence. I shall personally oversee the daily maintenance of your private quarters, ensuring every arrangement is immaculate and prepared to serve your specific needs the exact moment you return."
While her tone was perfectly formal, the subtle, lingering heat in her hazel eyes gave away the deeper meaning behind her words.
Her devotion was locked at a staggering ninety-eight out of hundred. My mind instantly recalled her kneeling beneath the sheets, her hands locked behind her back as she vacuumed my entire length into her throat.
She wasn’t just talking about the estate; she was promising that her mouth and her long-starved, neglected depths would be entirely ready for my reclamation.
Hong Yu stepped forward next, bowing elegantly with a polite smile. "May fortune smile upon your path, Master. We shall await your triumphant return to the pavilion."
Ah Zhu tried to follow Hong Yu’s example, but her exceptionally lush, voluptuous figure caused her to trip slightly over the hem of her own maid skirt.
Her heavy chest bounced noticeably as she frantically stabilized herself, her face turning bright red. "Y-Yes! Master, please don’t get hurt out there! Good luck with the scary ancient ruins!"
Ruyi cast a sharp, correcting glance toward the clumsy maid, but I merely offered a slight, permissive nod. "Maintain your cultivation cycles while I am away. The pavilion arrays will remain fully active."
With a low whistle, a burst of sub-zero spiritual energy erupted in the center of the courtyard. Freezing mist swirled as the massive, majestic form of my Frostwing Qilin materialized, its crystalline scales glistening like winter diamond.
Stepping onto its broad back, the beast unleashed a silent shockwave of frost, launching into the heavens and surging directly toward the distant, cloud-shrouded peak of the Sect Master.
Bypassing the main mountain paths and skipping the business hubs below entirely, the Qilin touched down smoothly upon the secluded, restricted precipice of the Sect Master’s personal mountain.
Out here in public, she was a figure normally shrouded in heavy, undulating layers of celestial qi, projecting an oppressive and unapproachable power that forced regular cultivators to their knees.
But as I stepped past the threshold of her private sanctuary, all of that rigid modesty vanished.
The air inside her master suite was dense with the intoxicating aroma of rare, exotic flora. Trails of vibrant orchids and freshly plucked crimson petals coated the floorboards, leading the eye toward a massive jade bed blanketed entirely in a sea of velvet blossoms.
Sprawled lazily amidst the scattered petals was the Sect Leader.
Instead of her usual garments, she wore a loosely tied, fluid gown of translucent orchid-colored silk that pooled recklessly around her hips.
The thin fabric did absolutely nothing to hide the striking, diamond-sharp elegance of her curves, hugging the massive fullness of her twin peaks as they strained heavily against the silk bodice.
Her exceptionally long, milk-white legs were completely bare, stretching out over a cluster of plush cushions with unbothered ease.
Her long, rich violet hair drifted softly in the air around her, completely defying gravity as if suspended within an invisible pool of spiritual energy.
As I approached, her flawless, perfectly sculpted eyelashes fluttered upward, casting soft shadows over her face as she revealed eyes of an ancient, mesmerizing violet depth.
She held a half-peeled spiritual fruit in her slender hand, her glistening fingers resting casually against her lower lip. When she spoke, the authoritative, crystalline chime voice she used to command the sect was completely gone, replaced instead by a low, predatory purr that thrummed with latent power.
"You took your time getting here," she murmured, her gaze locking onto me with absolute, playful indulgence as a few loose petals slid off her bare shoulder. "Come closer. The expedition at Ashen Ridge Town below can wait a little longer."
"Master, aren’t you being lazy? Shouldn’t you be working right now as a sect leader?"
I leveled the question with an entirely straight, unreadable face, my tone carrying a smooth, unwavering calm. Yet, even as the disciplined words left my lips, my gaze deliberately lingered on her form, traveling in a slow, calculated sweep from the crown of her head all the way down to her bare ankles.
My eyes traced the soft, gravity-defying drift of her rich violet hair, moved past those heavy, shadow-casting eyelashes, and anchored firmly onto the massive, unrestrained twin peaks that strained so aggressively against the thin orchid silk.
Downward my gaze slipped, tracking the narrow taper of her waist before following the long, flawless line of her exposed milk-white legs where they lay tangled among the scattered velvet petals.
It was a thorough, silent appraisal, entirely noting the magnificent, diamond-sharp curves she so shamelessly displayed in my presence.
The Sect Leader let out a soft, delighted hum at my bluntness, completely unfazed by my lack of public deference.
She bit into the spiritual fruit, allowing a single drop of sweet juice to trace a glistening line down her lower lip before she wiped it away with a slender thumb.
"Working?" she echoed, her ancient violet eyes flashing with a deeply amused, predatory spark. She shifted her weight on the jade bed, causing her gown to pool even more precariously around her hips as she rolled onto her back, propping her chin up with one hand.
"The network of elders is currently down in Ashen Ridge Town doing exactly what I pay them to do. A true sovereign knows how to delegate, my dear disciple."
She let the half-peeled fruit drop onto the silk cushions, her gaze locking onto mine with absolute, unbothered indulgence.
The absolute pressure she normally radiated before the sect was entirely absent, replaced by an intoxicating aura of pure, casual invitation.
"Besides, you have nothing to fret over out there," she added, trailing a slender, wet finger down the edge of her collarbone, deliberately drawing my eyes back to the tight strain of her orchid bodice.
"I have already dispatched your lovely wife along with Elder Su Rulan to anchor the vanguard. With the two of them shielding the expedition team, the path is completely secure. You can afford to relax here with me for a bit."
She paused, her mesmerizing violet eyes narrowing as she locked onto my figure, a more calculated, perceptive gleam cutting through her lazy demeanor.
"Now tell me... how is your cultivation going, my little disciple? I can feel the weight of your aura changing."
Before I could answer her aloud, a crisp, distinctly amused chime echoed cleanly inside my mind.
’My, she really knows exactly how to seduce her dear Jianxiao, doesn’t she?’ Lucy’s voice purred with a teasing, playful undertone, completely unbothered by the sheer disparity in power between the woman lounging before us and myself.
’Sending your wife and a powerhouse elder out to do the heavy lifting just so she can keep you all to herself in a bed of flowers... Host, your Sect Master is truly a dangerous specimen.’
I ignored the system’s internal commentary, keeping my face completely passive as I took a deliberate step toward the jade bed, the faint scent of the surrounding orchids thickening with every inch I closed.
"Your tactical arrangements are flawless, Sect Master Su Qingge," I murmured, my voice dropping to a low cadence that matched the quiet luxury of the room.
"However, since you have so graciously delegated your burdens to the elders, your physical form still carries the lingering tension of leadership. Perhaps you require a proper massage to alleviate the stress."
Su Qingge’s lips parted into a slow, sharp smile as she relished my bold offer.
Her ancient violet eyes arched in lazy amusement, thoroughly enjoying the complete lack of standard sect etiquette between us.
"A massage from my personal disciple?" she purred, her violet hair drifting in a slow, hypnotic current as she leaned back onto the velvet petals.
"How remarkably filial. Very well, Jianxiao. You may proceed. Show me the full extent of your filial piety."
I stopped right at the edge of the jade bed, looking down at her lounging form with unwavering focus.
"To ensure the spiritual oils penetrate deeply and all minor meridian blockages are thoroughly cleared, standard clothing will interfere," I stated evenly, my tone purely professional despite the predatory gleam in her eyes.
"Master, you must strip completely bare and lie flat upon the bed. We will use only a single soft towel draped over your body to maintain the proper temperature for a true relaxation massage."
Su Qingge didn’t move. Instead, her mesmerizing violet eyes narrowed into sharp, piercing slits as she stared directly into mine, searching for the slightest tremor of deceit.
The lazy, seductive warmth that had filled the room just a moment ago vanished instantly, replaced by a suffocating drop in temperature.
"Disciple... don’t tell me you just want to see my body naked?"
She leveled the accusation in a tone that was simultaneously freezing cold and deeply amused, her voice carrying the terrifying weight of a sovereign who could crush mountains with a thought.
An involuntary shiver rippled down my spine, a rare flash of genuine fear causing my posture to stiffen. Even without the public display of her celestial qi, the sheer psychological pressure of Su Qingge focusing her undivided, predatory attention on me was enough to make anyone feel like prey caught under a shadow.
Seeing my subtle reaction, the sharp edge in her expression melted back into an incredibly smug, satisfied smirk. She thoroughly enjoyed the fact that she could still make her otherwise unshakeable disciple sweat with just a few choice words.
"Jianxiao, look away," Su Qingge commanded, her voice dropping into a smooth, low register that vibrated with dangerous playful indulgence.
"I am going to strip and wrap myself in a towel for your little spiritual massage, and you had better not look if you value your life, my dear disciple."
The warning was clear, yet the faint, challenging arch of her eyebrow told a completely different story.
She was deliberately testing my absolute self-control, holding the ultimate visual prize over my head while reminding me exactly who held the power in this room.
I immediately dipped my chin and turned my gaze toward the grand balcony, looking out at the distant, shimmering distortion array of Ashen Ridge Town.
Even with my back completely turned, the rustle of translucent silk sliding down her flawless skin echoed with agonizing clarity through the quiet suite. Every soft movement of her shifting against the jade bed seemed amplified tenfold, the ambient air growing thick with the unfiltered, intoxicating scent of her personal aura.
’Oh, please,’ Lucy’s voice chimed inside my head, her tone thoroughly amused and dripping with playful sarcasm.
’She tells you to look away, yet she intentionally drops her gown slow enough to make sure you hear every single brush of the fabric. Host, if you so much as glance backward right now, your glorious Sect Master might actually slice your head off just to keep things interesting.’
I ignored the system’s teasing commentary, keeping my posture entirely rigid and my breathing perfectly measured.
"You may turn around now, Jianxiao," Su Qingge purred from behind me.
Turning back, the sight on the jade bed was truly spectacular. The loose orchid silk was gone, discarded carelessly onto the floor.
Su Qingge lay flat on her stomach amidst the sea of crimson petals, her entire magnificent form hidden beneath a single, pristine white towel that draped perfectly over her curves, leaving only the long, smooth expanse of her milk-white back and her shapely bare shoulders exposed to my touch.
