Thus, even if Jin Xiu had not come to plead, the Golden Lotus Dew would have been granted regardless. The only difference was that if the Celestial Emperor bestowed it unprompted, it might seem like a sign of weakness. Now that Jin Xiu had taken the initiative to ask, he was, in a way, offering the Emperor a way to resolve the matter gracefully.
How could the Celestial Emperor not understand this? He raised an eyebrow, half smiling.
“They say you are sentimental, but I see you are still quite clear-headed.”
Jin Xiu merely smiled in response.
The Celestial Emperor said no more and called for a celestial maiden.
“Have the Celestial Empress take him to the Jade Pool.”
* * *
At the foot of the mountain beyond the city, there was a spacious courtyard.
Pale moonlight spilled across the windowsill, casting an air of cold solitude.
Inside the bedroom, a dim lamp flickered. A young man reclined against the head of the bed, a book in his hand. He was dressed only in an inner robe, yet it was clear that his thoughts were not on reading. His gaze kept drifting anxiously toward the window, and under the glow of the lamp, his thin face looked somewhat pallid, as if he had been unwell for some time.
Before long, there was a soft knock at the door.
A trace of nervousness flickered across his expression. He hesitated briefly but still rose to open it.
“Sanlang.”
A figure slipped inside quickly.
It was a woman in yellow robes, her form slender and graceful, her eyes lined with the softness of spring clouds. Her waist curved delicately, and her beauty was truly breathtaking.
The man closed the door and took two steps back.
“Liniang.”
“You’re working too hard, Sanlang!”
The woman in yellow giggled, snatching the book from his hands and tossing it to the floor before twining herself around him.
“It’s already so late—let’s go to bed early.”
The man instinctively stepped aside to evade her touch.
Sensing his uncharacteristic behavior, the woman frowned in confusion.
“What’s wrong with you?”
When she reached for his hand, he quickly masked his reaction.
“I must have fallen ill recently… I feel a little tired.”
The woman dismissed it with a smile and, as she always did, pulled him into bed.
She pressed a kiss to his lips, teasing lightly with the tip of her tongue, letting the taste of her sweetness linger. Her soft, ample chest rubbed seductively against his as she kissed him, while her delicate hands, almost without him realizing, slipped down to undo his belt, fingers trailing lower to grasp and stroke him.
He was young, and though he had been ill for some time, he was not immune to such provocation.
Her skills were impeccable, and within moments, his body had already responded, his arousal evident.
Internally, he cursed, yet he did not dare resist.
All he could do was let her hold him close and indulge in pleasure.
Laughter and ragged breaths filled the room.
After another bout of passion, the man looked even more exhausted than before.
His body, already weakened from illness, gave in quickly. But the woman in yellow had always been insatiable—there was no way she would be satisfied so easily.
Straddling him once more, she found his lack of enthusiasm frustrating. With a playful pout, she lowered her head between his legs, taking him into her mouth and savoring him carefully.
Before long, the man’s body stirred to life again.
She giggled, pressing herself against him, and they joined once more.
By now, she had completely let her guard down. Her half-lidded eyes shimmered with pleasure, her face flushed with intoxicated bliss as she greedily absorbed his vital essence [in Daoist lore, demons often steal human life force through intimacy].
The man wrapped his arms around her, his breath coming in heavy pants.
“Let me take over this time.”
Lost in pleasure, the woman in yellow did not suspect a thing.
She let out a soft laugh.
“Then hurry up.”
His body was drenched in sweat, barely able to keep up. But upon hearing her words, he clenched his teeth, flipped her over, and thrust into her a few more times.
Then, just as she closed her eyes in bliss, he reached toward the bedpost—where a silk handkerchief lay waiting.
A piercing scream filled the air.
The beautiful woman’s naked body lay sprawled across the bed, her jade-like skin as flawless as carved ivory.
Yet beneath her—something did not belong.
A long, bushy tail curled at her waist.
The man turned ashen, his soul nearly escaping his body. He scrambled backward, rolling off the bed and crashing to the floor.
“Some—someone help!”
Caught in the demon-revealing spell of the demon mirror hanging above the bed, the fox spirit knew she was in trouble.
Her gaze flickered with urgency.
“Sanlang,” she purred, her voice honeyed, “what are you doing?”
But the man was no longer under her enchantment. With protective talismans now shielding him, her seductive magic had no effect.
Ignoring his disheveled state, he stumbled toward the door, his voice shaking.
“Sister! Immortal Master—save me!”
With a loud bang, the door was kicked open.
“You still refuse to admit your crimes, fox demon?”
A young woman in blue robes stood at the threshold, gripping a long sword.
She appeared only sixteen or seventeen, her features delicate and refined, yet the faint, icy smile on her lips was strikingly out of place for someone her age.
Realizing she had encountered a formidable opponent, the fox spirit stopped struggling.
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