The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 29: The humble woman can’t help but bow

"Forgive me, Elder," Mu Shiyue said, her voice as calm and silky as still waters beneath a tranquil moonlit night.

"but this was a gift of goodwill, meant to foster rapport between our sects. I am certain Young Master Zhao will understand the sincerity behind it,"

Though her smile remained serene, icy shards glittered in her eyes, refusing to be quenched by the Elder’s blazing fury.

She folded her arms, the motion subtly highlighting the enticing curves of her bust, the peaks of her breasts straining against the rich fabric of her gown.

The ancient hermit used to say, The greater the mass, the higher the attraction, alas, those righteous monks will never understand the truths of the world.

Zhao Fan watched the unfolding drama with an unreadable expression, his gaze never wavering from Mu Shiyue’s composure as a winter storm lightly dusts the surface of a frozen lake.

With a mere thought, Young Master Zhao summoned a barrier making sure that no noise goes outside.

Elder Wang’s eyes flashed like lightning about to strike, his chest heaving with indignation as he glared at Mu Shiyue. "You dare present the Young Master with that abomination?" he hissed, his voice dripping with venom like rancid honey.

"The Soul Talisman, tainted with the essence of suppression! Have you no shame, woman? You are going to get us all killed,"

Mu Shiyue’s smile never wavered, but her words carried the chill of a winter’s night.

"Shame is for the weak, Elder. I have no qualms in offering this gift to the one who has captivated my spirit... And I think you are forgetting something else, why would I get myself killed? I am merely acting out of intelligence, which for thy has been suppressed by arrogance,"

Mu Shiyue is a smart woman, she knows once the dust settles, Young Master Zhao Yung is going to kill them, for his own greater glory.

The weak can’t help but spread their legs and spreads their arms, begging for mercy in any way possible.

...

"How amusing..." Zhao Fan said as he lifted the recording jade and poured his aura, the crystal clear recording like a homogeneous mixture, displayed before his eyes showcasing the in-depth plan of Zhao Yung.

How shameless of an brother is he, willing to kill the own bloodkind, merely because Zhao Fan stole his Dao companion?

Have eyes but blinded by meaningless vengeance, unable to distinguish the bigger picture of brotherly love, after all, If Zhao Fan could seduce her from him, anyone else could. freeweɓnøvel~com

Love on paper is worth as much as money in imagination.

Instead of opening his eyes and kowtowing 10 and preaching the name of Zhao Fan, Zhao Yung decided to act so low.

His mother truly needs a capable child someone with both strength and intellect, alas, Only Zhao Fan can help her give birth to such a child.

Nonetheless, Zhao Fan’s lips curved like a crescent moon, at the sheer intelligence of this woman.

A fake talisman and real recording, perhaps she wants to keep the original cultivation suppressing soul talisman to herself, or she wants to play a double game.

Jia, Jia, Jia, Some people truly think they can fathom the greatness of Mount.Tai with their mortal mind and easily shake might.

...

The illusion dissolved and the recording finished.

Silence once again claimed the incense-filled chamber, yet this was no ordinary quiet.

It was the hush of ancestors holding their breath, of stars pausing in their orbits to witness the next turn of heaven’s decree.

Zhao Fan placed the jade slip down gently, as if returning a sacred scripture to a forgotten altar.

His gaze, cool as a sword soaked in the northern spring, swept from Mu Shiyue’s serene expression to Elder Wang’s trembling fists.

"Your minds twist like roots in a cursed forest," Zhao Fan said softly, his tone devoid of anger, yet full of judgment.

"How you plot, how you lie, how you offer jade-wrapped poison and call it goodwill,"

He rose then, his figure tall, broad-shouldered, and regal beneath his ink-dark robes that fluttered as if kissed by celestial winds.

A noble son not born of the mortal realm, but sculpted by divine arrogance and untouched by worldly filth, capable of making Heaven’s wet and earth orgasm with sheer presence alone.

"Miss Mu," he said, voice sharp enough to cleave lotus blossoms from a frozen pond.

"You preach of intelligence, of spirit, of attraction and goodwill, yet your words reek of despair. The despair of a falcon who has mistaken a dragon for prey, and now flutters naked before his claws..."

His eyes narrowed, just slightly.

"A married woman, matriarch of a peak, bearer of sect name, offering herself to another under the veil of diplomacy... How quickly one forgets shame when salvation takes the shape of a man,"

The room felt colder now, not from the Dao of Ice, but from the slow press of Zhao Fan’s spiritual might, gentle suffocation, like snow falling steadily until it silences all sound and swallows all sins.

Yi Xin Yue’s brows arched ever so faintly in approval, though she said nothing, her body moved to the side with perfect synchronicity, yielding her master space not from fear, but reverence.

The untouched grace, the majestic aura, she can’t help but feel in love deeply, wanting to bear his monkeys in her womb.

Mu Shiyue, however, did not step back.

Instead, she offered a slight smile, not a soft one, but bitter like someone who had long realized her damnation and chose to make art from the ashes of dignity.

"I do not regret kneeling," she said softly, though her knees did not bend.

"If one must kneel in this life, better to kneel to heaven than crawl to worms. And in my eyes, Young Master Zhao is better than heaven,"

Zhao Fan’s lips twitched, not quite the smile.

"Quite an interesting woman you are, however, This Zhao isn’t a child born yesterday unable to see the vast world, the reason you betrayed my brother was because you knew everything was in his favor, and you believed he would kill everyone else once he gets what he wants,"

"The cultivation suppressing soul talisman is fake, only capable of suppressing those below nascent souls, clearly indicating that you have hidden it somewhere else, or perhaps it still lays in-between the mountain peaks of your chest,"

"You merely wanted to gamble your life putting the bet on me, and seducing me in hopes your misty peak would prosper with my grace, a noble sacrifice indeed,"

"Forgive me if I missed something, This Zhao is merely a person under the sky, unable to see the bigger picture,"

Woosh~

The cup with thousand-year-old snow bud tea, from Mount Lanxu, floated into the air rushed towards Young Master Zhao.

With grace and a majestic aura, he grabbed the cup and filled down the tea.

As he drank the tea... Elder Wang’s body also slowly turned into a strange fluid.

A dragon mark appeared out of thin air and sucked Elder wang’s soul in domain of endless torture for eternity.

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