Chapter 293

I still feel it's not enough…

I'll kill you…

Gurgly gurgly…

Cultivators don't catch colds, so coughing is rare.

But Yan Shuyi occasionally coughed a few times, which Ji You found utterly enchanting, especially paired with her bowed head and lowered gaze, leaving him utterly spellbound.

The Little Inspector of Spirit Sword Mountain always loved playing the aloof-over-the-world act, calling him a stranger, no matter how intimate they became—afterward, she'd always act as if they weren't familiar, cold as she was, even her feet were icy.

But who could have imagined he'd witness this scene—it was unbearable.

Yet that sword qi…

The Little Inspector knelt on the bed, her buttocks pale and plump, while her feet beneath, like powdered jade beads.

But behind her, sword qi continuously coalesced, almost taking form, filling him with a heart-stopping sensation as if he were being eternally sliced.

As if sensing his gaze, Yan Shuyi looked up mid-action, her eyes brimming with murderous intent like a tidal wave.

Fierce, cold, radiating the Little Inspector of Spirit Sword Mountain's authority—anyone who saw it would shiver, as if sitting on needles.

But after one glance, she fell silent again and resumed her efforts.

At that moment, a surging force erupted from her dantian, like molten lava relentlessly pounding her meridians, causing Ji You to clench his fists instantly.

His eyes grew redder and hotter, beads of sweat pouring from his forehead, tracing down his body's contours.

For him, it felt as if his heart was contracting at breakneck speed, while his head swelled uncontrollably.

The cold, peerless Little Inspector couldn't see his expression, but she sensed other changes—she hummed softly and narrowed her eyes.

Yu Danzong's alchemy reigned supreme in Qingyun, passed down from the Dao, infinitely profound.

And now, the meticulously crafted medicinal power had just reached its peak.

Yan Shuyi was nearly stunned.

This wasn't over—it was only the beginning…

No more, her tongue numb, the Little Inspector tilted her head back, revealing a faintly adorable ferocity.

With a soft pop, she found herself toppling backward, her back slamming into the soft bed, panic flaring instantly in her eyes as she reached out to push him away.

But when she saw the stranger staring again at her mouth, her slender, jade-like hand instantly retracted, her rounded, flattened lips pressed fully against him.

At this moment, Ji You's body temperature rose again, but the most terrifying thing was his scorching aura, now piercing through the roof, making the snow on the tiles sizzle.

Due to the New Year Festival, tea houses and taverns in Shengjing operated all night.

After all, just these few nights could earn them more silver than months of ordinary business.

Even by the hour of Chou, brightly lit taverns still swayed with dancing and music.

But it was deep night now; most were drunk, unable to hear what the courtesans sang or danced, only drawn by a thick white smoke rising from the west city.

Someone, half-drunk, asked his companion what it was.

Someone said it was a fire, someone else said it was boiling water, then they sank back into the scent of wine.

But upon closer inspection, the pure white steam differed entirely from the gray-black smoke of burning.

Beneath the drifting white smoke, the fiercely intense Yan Shuyi suddenly trembled, her snow-white feet curled tightly together, her arms locking around her stranger, teeth clenched.

Long after, her curled toes slowly uncurled, hanging limp.

Ji You briefly suppressed the medicinal force with his breath, bringing rare silence to the room.

"Tell me, what kind of poison did you give me?"

"Dog thief."

The Little Inspector, tears glistening, gripped his firm back muscles tightly.

Everything that could be lost was already lost; saying anything else was useless, so she wouldn't tell him about the Qiu Yuan Cai Wei pill.

She'd come to Shengjing posing as the stern, detached Inspector—cutting off emotion and love, devoted solely to the Dao—she didn't even call him "stranger" anymore, always referring to him as "Rui'er's lover's friend."

If anyone found out she was simultaneously "stern" and seeking Cai Wei to brew a pill for her sore back and waist, just so he'd hold her while she slept, she'd never forgive herself.

Ji You narrowed his eyes: "You don't have to tell me—I know. It was Cai Wei's pill, slipped into the tea I drank today?"

Yan Shuyi gripped his neck, face cold, tears glistening, silent.

"On the day you made rice cakes, you slipped out with Cai Wei—you went to buy herbs. When you came back with me that day, I smelled herbs on you. But I didn't understand—why not just say it? Did you think I needed a stimulant?"

The Little Inspector clenched her pink fist, about to stubbornly retort—but her resolve shattered instantly under a sudden surge.

Suppressing the medicinal force only made it surge more violently; Ji You had done all he could.

Yan Shuyi bit her red lips, catching the reflection of her raised snow-white feet trembling violently, like leaves in a storm.

Meanwhile, outside in the snowy night, Cai Wei held the pill case, listening to the roaring, howling sounds and muffled sobs from within, lips clenched, face etched with terror.

Yes, the two pills were used simultaneously.

She'd assumed that when her sister realized the pill was wrong, she'd immediately take the other one—no problem.

But she hadn't expected the Little Inspector to leave the second pill behind, so she'd rushed over.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw Yan Shuyi mimicking a posture from the secret manual, standing frozen for a long while—her hand reaching for the door instantly withdrew.

She knew the Little Inspector valued her dignity above all—this scene was fine for Ji You to see, but if anyone else saw it, she'd never accept it.

And as she hesitated, cries of pain and torrents of sword qi erupted skyward.

"Dog thief…"

"Call me husband…"

"Just a student of the Little Heavenly Book Academy…"

"After all this, still won't call me husband?"

"Concubine…"

Cai Wei bit her lip, listening to the intermittent bickering inside.

But the quarrel quickly turned to silence—not from cessation, but from fear of speaking.

Finally, the dog thief truly became "husband," one after another.

Cai Wei pursed her lips, thinking she must have whispered it privately before—otherwise, the first time wouldn't have sounded so natural.

The cold wind howled through the frozen earth; the winter plum blossoms on the branches trembled violently in its gusts—long, long, until all clouds cleared and rain ceased.

Cai Wei's legs were numb from the cold; finally, she exhaled, placing the pill case on a yellow wax stone flower stand, turning to leave.

The Inspector sister was brave enough—no need to worry further…

But as she took a step, still halfway out, she froze in place.

Because the sounds inside hadn't stopped—the "dog thief" was calling again.

Cai Wei's heart tightened; she immediately opened the pill case, pinching the Painless Pill in her palm, pushing open the door and rushing in.

It was her fault…

Normally, the Inspector sister could endure one or two rounds without pills, and with Ji You's tenderness, nothing would go wrong.

But this time was different—Ji You's body was still fermenting the medicinal force.

Cai Wei burst in, the cold wind she brought swaying the room's candles; the instant she entered, she met Yan Shuyi's tear-filled eyes.

Before she could offer the pill, she suddenly felt herself pulled forward, landing on the bed—just as she saw Yan Shuyi's face flushed with panic, her palm surging with spiritual energy striking toward her.

As she landed on the bed, Cai Wei instantly realized what was coming, raising her hand to swallow the pill she clutched.

But at that moment, a gentle breeze brushed her fingertips—the pill vanished; when she frantically searched, she saw it now in the Little Inspector's hand, her face stern.

The Inspector sister's eyes were beautiful, but Cai Wei saw resentment in them.

Yan Shuyi was always like this—since childhood, she never let a grudge go unavenged…

Watching the pill vanish from her hand, Cai Wei suddenly clenched her fist, pressing it to her chest, biting her thin lips, then gazing pleadingly at Ji You.

Qingyun's attire consisted of an outer robe over an inner robe, secured by a waistband.

When the waistband was pulled loose, Cai Wei's silks and satins had already scattered across the floor the moment she was thrown.