“No, don’t!”
Su Mu quickly shook her little head vigorously.
She didn’t know how Chen Qing planned to teach her, but just from her tone, Su Mu already sensed danger.
“This isn’t up to Shizun~”
With that, Chen Qing picked up the belt scattered on the ground and tied it back around Su Mu’s waist.
She secured her exposed body once again with the belt.
After helping Su Mu tie the belt securely, Chen Qing directly scooped the Silly Shizun into a princess carry, holding her in her arms.
It wasn’t convenient to discipline this Silly Shizun outside. She’d wait until they were back in the room to let this Silly Shizun know how she could vent her frustration.
Chen Qing carried Su Mu out of the pavilion and strode toward the room.
But halfway there, Chen Qing’s gaze suddenly turned icy cold. She stopped in her tracks while holding Su Mu.
Su Mu, whose drunken little head was still figuring out how to escape this ordeal, also noticed Chen Qing’s abnormality.
“W-What’s wrong?”
Su Mu looked up at Chen Qing with a bewildered gaze.
This Villain wouldn’t want to do it right here, would she?
Su Mu’s train of thought had always been erratic, and after getting drunk, even stranger ideas flooded her mind.
She recalled how, when that maid had come over earlier to check, Chen Qing hadn’t stopped her actions at all. Instead, she had hidden Su Mu while intensifying the stimulation.
Su Mu felt like she had uncovered some strange, perverted little fetish of Chen Qing’s.
Chen Qing, whose gaze had been icy cold, instantly lost her composure upon seeing the clearly wandering look in the Silly Shizun’s eyes.
She truly had no idea what bizarre things were swirling in this Silly Shizun’s little head all day.
“H-Hey, how about we head back to the room anyway? It’s kinda cold to undress outside.”
Chen Qing’s forehead broke out in black lines upon hearing Su Mu’s words.
She really wanted to free up a hand and flick this Silly Shizun on the forehead to clear out that little head full of lewd nonsense.
But before Chen Qing could make a move, a large group of people in night clothes burst out from the nearby fake rocks.
They wielded gleaming swords and blades.
Chen Qing eyed them coldly. The White Lotus Cult members were more impatient than she had anticipated; they were already moving to strike the moment they entered their territory.
Meanwhile, Su Mu, upon seeing the swords in their hands, sobered up a bit despite her drunken haze. She quickly clung tightly to Chen Qing.
These people in night clothes didn’t draw their swords on Chen Qing. Instead, they tossed a secret letter into her hand.
After delivering the letter, they prepared to slip away.
But Chen Qing wasn’t about to let them come and go as they pleased.
The moment they turned, Chen Qing unleashed her lightness skill and blocked their path.
The Black-Clothed Assassins exchanged glances and, without much hesitation, drew their swords and lunged at Chen Qing.
The result was predictable. A few minutes later, these Black-Clothed Assassins lay writhing in agony on the ground, their swords and blades kicked flying.
Chen Qing tossed the secret letter they had thrown back in front of them.
“I’ve got someone in my arms, so it’s inconvenient to read. You read it for me.”
Though Chen Qing’s words sounded like a discussion, her icy tone brooked no argument.
“Cough cough, I’ll read it.”
One Black-Clothed Assassin picked up the secret letter from the ground, opened it, and read it aloud word by word.
“Mind your own business, or die!”
The secret letter contained only these domineering words, but paired with the Black-Clothed Assassins’ wretched appearance, it came off as rather comical.
“Or die—quite the bold tone.”
Chen Qing repeated the final three words, her killing intent barely contained.
“You!”
Before the Black-Clothed Assassin could finish his next sentence, blood gushed from his seven orifices. He was dead in seconds.
The other Black-Clothed Assassins suffered the same fate, bleeding out and dying.
Seeing the pile of dead Black-Clothed Assassins, Su Mu felt a twinge of fear.
She had already encountered wronged ghosts in this City Lord’s Mansion before, and now more had died.
If these turned into ghosts to haunt people, they wouldn’t dare approach the powerful Villain.
In that case, their target for revenge would likely be her, the one present at the scene.
Moreover, their deaths were gruesome. Even though Su Mu had seen plenty of corpses while following Chen Qing, she was still frightened.
“They suicided so decisively—must be poisoned Dead Warriors. Don’t worry; I knocked them out before they died, and they won’t stir up trouble even in death.”
Seeing the Silly Shizun bury her head into her embrace, refusing to look at the gruesomely dead Dead Warriors, Chen Qing offered some comfort.
To keep this Silly Shizun from staying scared, Chen Qing carried her away from the area.
As for these suicidal Black-Clothed Assassins, the City Lord’s Mansion staff could clean them up tomorrow.
Chen Qing carried Su Mu back to the room, only to discover that the Silly Shizun, who had been so frightened moments ago, was now sleeping more soundly than anyone.
Her even breaths against Chen Qing’s body made the latter, who had planned to properly discipline this Silly Shizun, calm down temporarily.
She gently placed Su Mu on the bed and carefully removed her shoes.
Gazing at the fair, smooth, and soft little feet, Chen Qing felt a mischievous impulse rising again.
But upon looking up at the Silly Shizun’s dopey sleeping face, complete with smacking lips, she suppressed the urge.
After tucking Su Mu into the warm bedding, Chen Qing reached into the inner pocket of Su Mu’s clothes and retrieved the Small Porcelain Bottle containing those Gu Worms.
Su Mu had naively thought she’d hidden the Small Porcelain Bottle with the Gu Worms perfectly, but Chen Qing had long since known its exact location—she’d felt it clearly.
Uncorking the bottle, the few pale blue Gu Worms inside sensed the unfamiliar presence and grew agitated.
Seeing how lively these Gu Worms were, Chen Qing knew they had absorbed plenty of the Silly Shizun’s blood.
She glanced at the soundly sleeping Silly Shizun on the bed. The wound on her fingertip told Chen Qing exactly how she had fed them.
She was usually so afraid of pain, yet she hadn’t hesitated with these Gu Worms.
As Chen Qing watched the Gu Worms crawling around inside the porcelain bottle, a faint dissatisfaction stirred in her.
These hideous Gu Worms had actually gotten the Silly Shizun to endure pain and feed them. They were so ugly—might as well stomp them dead.
Feeling sour inside, Chen Qing had a strong urge to crush every last one of these Gu Worms.
But upon seeing the scars on the Silly Shizun’s fingertip, she suppressed the feeling.
Truth be told, she was quite conflicted. She had finally obtained a method to practice Gu Technique from the Miao Village, but she herself couldn’t cultivate it.
Having someone else cultivate Gu Technique made her uneasy—she didn’t fully trust others.
Gu Technique was all about control, after all, and disloyalty was a risk with anyone.
The ideal cultivator would be someone whose life she held in her hands, someone who couldn’t hide anything from her. That would be most advantageous.
The more she thought about it, the more Chen Qing’s gaze drifted toward Su Mu.
This silly Shizun seemed to fit every single condition perfectly.
