Chapter 123: Lady, Save Me

Tu Er burst into the room and immediately saw Dong Wei, face flushed and thrashing wildly on the bed; he frowned: “What’s going on?”

Liu Xiaolou said: “We were just chatting, and then this guy lost control and ended up like this…”

“Did you drug him?” Tu Er scanned the room, but found no cups or food. He sniffed around but caught no odd scent.

Yet hearing Dong Wei’s moans and watching his writhing, a strange heat stirred in his chest: dry, uncomfortably dry…

A soft whisper brushed his ear—Liu Xiaolou’s voice, hazy: “Brother Tu Er, since it’s come to this, shouldn’t we check whether this fellow’s suffering from Great Bliss or Little Bliss? I’m not clear on the distinction—I rely on you to clarify.”

That made perfect sense. Suddenly, a searing heat gathered in Tu Er’s chest. He swallowed hard, stepped two paces to the bed, and reached out—his eyes instantly reddened.

He was clasped tightly by the dazed Dong Wei, but forced himself to stay calm and said to Liu Xiaolou: “That’s enough verification—I’m taking him away. We’ll talk later!”

Before Liu Xiaolou could reply, Tu Er grabbed Dong Wei, hauled him close, and strode out. Liu Xiaolou followed to the door, saw the direction he was heading—Cai Elder’s study—and dared not follow to watch.

He hurried away from Linhu Garden, pondering: Clearly, after my cultivation advanced a step, the Mílí Incense’s potency has grown significantly. Under its fumes, even a Qi Refining sixth-layer like Dong Wei succumbed faster and deeper—and once affected, if he didn’t snap out of it early, he was completely at my mercy.

But for a Qi Refining peak expert like Tu Er, it still fell short—especially since the incense wasn’t burned long enough. Though his breathing grew heavy, his mind remained clear; even if his movements were slightly impaired, he was far beyond my ability to handle.

Regardless, the Mílí Incense truly is a marvelous thing—yet Songxiang Essence is hard to find and consumes rapidly, making storage nearly impossible.

Back at the Su family’s villa, he entered the room to find Su Wuniang already returned, sitting by the spring pool with eyes closed, meditating. He shut the door quietly and slipped over to sit beside her.

No sooner had he sat down than Su Wuniang asked: “Where were you?”

Liu Xiaolou said: “Cai Elder summoned me to Linhu Garden.”

Su Wuniang opened her eyes and looked at him: “Why call you?”

Liu Xiaolou sighed: “What else? It’s about us. Cai Elder seems suspicious—he said since your wedding, you’ve never conceived. What’s the reason?”

Su Wuniang frowned: “He’s an Elder of the sect, but this is none of his business.”

Liu Xiaolou said: “I know, but how could I answer him like that? He clearly isn’t just asking about conception. I told him you’re not just a cultivation genius—you’re a cultivation fanatic. Your life is nothing but training, training, and more training, so between husband and wife… you rarely… I said that about you—won’t you be angry?”

Su Wuniang smiled faintly: “That’s fine. Why would I be angry? You’re right. Say that again next time.”

Liu Xiaolou added: “Don’t get too comfortable. Cai Elder said he’s eaten more spirit rice than you’ve seen. He knows exactly how a married woman should behave—and he thinks you’re still a virgin.”

Su Wuniang’s face flushed red with anger: “An Elder of such stature, and he’s fixated on this?”

Liu Xiaolou hurried to say: “I told him not everyone is like that—there are exceptions. After all that, I managed to bluff my way through. Honestly, Cai Elder’s eaten more spirit rice than I’ve seen? Probably not…”

Su Wuniang suddenly asked: “How should a married woman behave?”

Liu Xiaolou thought of the Yin-Yang Scripture’s descriptions, recalled Qing Jie’s figure and training, and was about to instruct her—then forcibly held back. “How would I know? I’m newly married too.”

Su Wuniang nodded, gazing at him with a half-smile: “Of course you don’t know. You don’t have the ability either.”

Liu Xiaolou was stunned. Hadn’t the mood been harmonious? We were talking fine—why suddenly insult me? He snapped: “Because of how we are, Cai Elder even called me a ‘sodomite’! It’s spread already—what do I do?”

Su Wuniang suddenly felt pity and soothed him: “Don’t fear gossip. As long as you walk upright and harm no one, why fear what others say?”

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Liu Xiaolou said: “I do walk upright…”

Before he finished speaking, Su Wuniang suddenly reached out. Liu Xiaolou had no strength to resist—she seized his collar, and they soared like clouds to the bed. She waved her hand, pulled the quilt from the pillow, and covered them both.

Liu Xiaolou’s cultivation was too low to sense anything—but he wasn’t a fool. He whispered into her ear: “Who’s this time?”

Su Wuniang pressed a finger to his lips, turned her head toward him: “Shh. Don’t speak.”

Liu Xiaolou strained to listen outside the door—but heard nothing. A thought struck him: What if I used the Mílí Incense now? Would it work?

But after thinking it over, he held back. Current Mílí Incense struggles against Qi Refining seventh or eighth layer—useless against ninth or tenth. And against Foundation Establishment? If I failed to seduce her and she noticed, the consequences were unpredictable—would she beat me half-dead and throw me out with a divorce decree on the spot?

Thinking of his monthly spirit stones, the occasional spirit rice, spirit fish, spirit shrimp, and his comfortable, prosperous life, Liu Xiaolou gave up.

One misstep could ruin everything forever.

He sighed softly. Beside him, Su Wuniang also exhaled, sat up, and said: “She’s gone.”

“Who came?”

“My foster mother.”

“She really won’t give up!”

“She means well. She’s always been kind to me.”

“Tell me.”

“My mother died early. She was my mother’s childhood friend. Since I was five, she often came to Mount Shenwu to care for me, and every year she took me to stay at Cai’s home on Longhu Lake for a month.”

“That’s all?”

“There’s more…”

“Go on.”

“And you must be careful. My foster mother said if you make me unhappy, if I suffer any injustice, she’ll cut you off—and find me a new handsome husband.”

“Cut… cut off? What does that mean?”

“You know what it means.”

“I’m innocent! If this keeps up, will I last only three years? Then on the day you give me the divorce, she’ll cut me? No—you have to explain! It’s not my fault!”

“Why worry? I’ll explain when the time comes.”

“How can I not worry? What’s her cultivation level?”

“She entered Golden Core ten years ago.”

“I… Lady, save me…”

“Enough fretting. Do your duty faithfully for these three years, and I’ll spare your life. I keep my word.”

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