Chapter 186: Chapter 12: The Wine Does Not Intoxicate, One Intoxicates Oneself

But late that night, a graceful, slender figure slipped into the courtyard.

At that moment, Fang Cheng was in the West Wing Study, brush in hand, painting. When he saw someone enter, he stood up and walked out of the room.

A beauty with features as if from a painting and skin like snow stood gracefully in the courtyard. Her stunning figure was accentuated by a magnificent long dress, outlining her alluring curves.

The woman’s face was exquisite and radiant, her almond-shaped eyes lively and expressive. Seeing Fang Cheng emerge, she smiled faintly. "Fellow Daoist Li, the Third Lady has come for a late-night visit. I hope I’m not disturbing you?"

Fang Cheng looked slightly surprised. He sized the woman up and down, realizing that aside from a certain unique charm, the beauty before him was a world apart from the third young master he had seen during the day.

It was as if she were a completely different person.

However, there was no faking the aura about her.

Cen San Niang usually wore wide, flowing robes that hid her figure. But now, in a dress, her full bust, slender waist, pert bottom, and long, shapely legs were revealed, rivaling those of any great beauty.

He asked with a smile, "Young Master, why have you come dressed as a woman?"

Cen San Niang watched him with her beautiful eyes, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Weren’t you the one who wanted to see me in women’s clothing? What’s the matter, am I a disappointment?"

Fang Cheng shook his head and said in earnest, "Third Lady, your beauty could make fish sink and birds fall from the sky. You look like a goddess descended to the mortal realm. To dress as a man on a daily basis is truly a waste of a divine gift."

Cen San Niang’s eyes flashed. She shot him a flirtatious glance, ignoring his provocative words, and walked straight into the study. Spotting the painting on the desk, she asked, "What are you painting?"

Fang Cheng followed her inside without answering.

She walked over to the desk herself. Peeking curiously, she saw the painting was of a beautiful woman with a cool and proud expression.

It was none other than her!

Only, the woman in the painting was completely nude. Coupled with the fact that Fang Cheng had extensive experience in this particular art from his past life, his brushwork was bold and uninhibited. The sight made Cen San Niang blush beet-red. She chided him, feigning anger, "I wasn’t wrong about you. You really are a lecher with audacious nerve!"

Fang Cheng moved behind Cen San Niang, pressing his front against her back. He felt the firm, round curves of the Female Cultivator’s bottom and leaned close to her ear. "A fair maiden is a gentleman’s desire," he whispered. "I simply hadn’t gotten around to painting the clothes on yet when you arrived..."

Cen San Niang huffed but continued to study the scroll. "I didn’t expect your painting skills to be this good."

Fang Cheng reached out and toyed with the delicate earring dangling from her pale earlobe. "The more I think about you, the more lifelike the painting becomes," he said casually. "It has little to do with skill."

He inhaled the faint, pleasant scent coming from her body. It seemed she had just bathed; he could smell a hint of moisture in her dark hair. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Cen San Niang sighed softly. "Would you like a drink?"

Fang Cheng wrapped his arms around her slender waist. "If you want to drink, I’ll drink with you."

With a wave of her hand, a dozen or so wine jars flew from Cen San Niang’s storage bag, and the rich aroma of wine instantly filled the study.

"This wine is brewed from Drunken Dragon Fruit. Even a Life Talisman Cultivator would get drunk from it. Let’s have a competition—see who passes out first?" She turned to give Fang Cheng a sidelong glance, a provocative smile on her lips.

Unfazed, Fang Cheng reached out, grabbed a jar of Spirit Wine, and took a large swig. He then lowered his head and pressed his lips to Cen San Niang’s tender red ones, forcefully feeding her a mouthful.

Cen San Niang had never been treated this way before and was momentarily overwhelmed. To make matters worse, the Love Gu was flaring up intensely. If not for her Cultivation, her legs would have already given out.

During the day, she couldn’t reveal her true feelings in front of the servants, so she had maintained a cold and severe facade.

But now, at night, the spark that had been ignited in her heart had grown into a raging inferno, completely consuming her restraint.

It wasn’t the wine that was intoxicating, but the person.

...

「The next morning.」

Fang Cheng leisurely awoke in a bedroom on the second floor of the main house.

Faint morning light streamed through the window, casting a hazy, bright halo across the room.

He lay on the soft, comfortable, magnificent bed. Turning his head, he saw Cen San Niang standing at the foot of the bed, once again dressed in the magnificent, wide-sleeved robes of a handsome and carefree young master.

No one but him knew what an alluring, exquisite body lay hidden beneath those loose robes.

Their ascent to the summit of bliss the previous night had also taught Fang Cheng a valuable lesson.

’Sincerity may not always win sincerity, but force can certainly elicit a beautiful voice!’

The Third Lady’s voice—so beautiful, so enchanting, so sublime—was something one could never tire of hearing.

At that moment, the third young master said calmly, "If anyone asks, just say we were drinking and talking all night until dawn. We can’t have our stories conflicting and letting the secret slip."

Fang Cheng was puzzled. "I’m not married and neither are you. Why should we fear gossip?"

The third young master’s expression darkened. "When I became my master’s disciple, he made me swear an oath to dedicate my life to this city and never marry. That’s why I’ve presented myself as a man all these years."

Fang Cheng understood. He said no more.

’This alias won’t last much longer anyway,’ he thought. ’And for now, I don’t want Cen San Niang or Tang Mengru to know my real identity.’

’In the future, we’ll just have to part on good terms and meet again if fate allows.’

After she finished speaking, Cen San Niang turned and left, heading downstairs.

A short while later, Fang Cheng also left the residence. Led by a Maid, he strolled toward the Cen Mansion’s Library Pavilion.

...

For the next several days, Fang Cheng spent his days searching for books in the Scripture Pavilion and his nights returning to the residence for his secret trysts with Cen San Niang.

After a few days, he still hadn’t found the Demon Buddha Scriptures. His relationship with Cen San Niang, on the other hand, had advanced by leaps and bounds, unlocking numerous new "positions" and "locations."

Having had a taste, the Third Lady found she couldn’t get enough. Her love for him was as thick and sweet as honey, and she found herself falling deeper and deeper.

In his spare time, Fang Cheng would subtly question her about the greatest masters in the history of the Cultivation Realm, naturally bringing up the founding and revitalizing ancestors of sects like the Yinluo Sect, Flame God Palace, and Taihao Mountain.