Chapter 368: A Midnight Tryst, Lessons in the Bridal Chamber
A seductive figure, like a phantom, silently slipped through the door and entered the bridal chamber, her footsteps light.
Bathed in the moonlight, her beautiful white legs, visible beneath her thin gauze skirt, moved gracefully, her slender arms brushing against her breasts, her heart pounding slightly.
‘Mother Tan’ glanced sideways and noticed an exquisite incense burner by the bridal bed. The incense had already burned out, filling the room with a seductive fragrance.
“—Truly a passionate night.”
She swayed her hips as she walked over, sniffing the lingering scent of passion on the bed, looking at the two figures sleeping peacefully, a faint smile appearing on her lips: “They’re sleeping soundly, it would be a shame to wake them.”
With a flick of her finger, an illusory barrier enveloped the bed.
But at this moment, a look of hesitation and conflict flickered in her eyes, and she stumbled back two steps.
“Should I really…”
She murmured softly, then quickly shook her head, suppressing her conflicting thoughts, a complex expression on her face as she touched her chest.
“I’ve even merged my soul with you, why are you still so hesitant?”
‘Mother Tan’ took a deep breath and quickly regained her composure and seductive demeanor, murmuring to herself: “Since you still have reservations, I’ll help you one last time. After tonight, you’ll be reborn. Unless something unexpected happens, I won’t interfere any further.”
Two conflicting expressions flickered on her face, covered in strange patterns.
Mother Tan’s eyes flickered, and she whispered: “I understand.
But I still don’t know why you’ve been helping me and advising me in secret these past few days.”
“Why?”
A seductive smile appeared on the left side of her face: “Because you’re a descendant of the Qinxin Sword Sect, your blood and soul are exquisite, and you’ve inherited their lost secret techniques. And I… have a deep connection with your sect.”
“…Is that all?”
“You’ll know my true intentions eventually, but I won’t harm you, and I won’t harm Tianlu.”
‘Mother Tan’ snorted softly and tapped her forehead.
With a flash of light, the conflicting emotions in her eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a calm and serene look.
“…”
‘Mother Tan’ brushed her long, black and blue hair, looked down at Lin Tianlu, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and couldn’t help but smile faintly, murmuring inwardly: “Silly scholar, do you really think all women are as gentle and kind as your wives? There are plenty of bad women in this world.”
She reached out and poked his cheek playfully.
But Lin Tianlu just stirred slightly and continued to sleep.
“A woman imprisoned and humiliated for decades, subjected to silent violence, has learned to hide her true feelings. Even if she appears saintly and aloof on the surface, her thoughts are far more twisted than you can imagine, especially after finding you, her ‘savior,’ her ‘destined one.’ She has become even more obsessed and infatuated.
She even used my ‘Eternal Love Blood Curse Technique’ on you without hesitation. Although she seems calm and composed, her love is as terrifying as a raging inferno. If she takes a wrong step, it will transform into chilling ‘hatred’.”
‘Mother Tan’ chuckled softly: “It’s not like Madam Cheng’s playful little games, but something that will truly draw blood. Be careful, or your godmother might turn on you with a blade, and no one will be able to stop her.”
“…”
“But every crisis is also an opportunity. Since this is a tribulation of love, it’s also a chance for good fortune. I can help her heal her wounds and restore her fragmented soul, but you also have to teach her about love and compassion, so she doesn’t fall into the abyss again.”
Her gentle words echoed softly within the barrier.
But Lin Tianlu, lost in sleep, didn’t hear them.
‘Mother Tan’ smiled gently, looked at the sleeping Hua Shuya, and said apologetically: “Little girl, I’ve disturbed your wedding night. I’ll apologize properly when we meet again.”
Saying this, her expression turned serious. She pointed at Hua Shuya’s wrist, which still bore faint scars, and chanted an incantation silently, a seductive light swirling around her body.
Then, a hint of desire appeared in ‘Mother Tan’s’ eyes, and she smiled seductively, her long legs moving gracefully as she climbed onto the soft bed like a wild beast, her voluptuous body twisting and turning as she silently slipped under the covers.
“I’ll explain everything later, Master Lin. For now, just enjoy this… gift~”
After a while—
Faint, wet sounds gradually echoed.
…
Lin Tianlu suddenly woke up and sat up abruptly.
The blanket slipped from his body, revealing his strong chest and abdomen. Glancing sideways, he saw Hua Shuya lying quietly beside him, a faint blush still lingering on her face, her hair disheveled. Her previously innocent face was now filled with a shy and charming allure, incredibly endearing, even more breathtakingly beautiful under the morning sunlight.
“Hu—”
He gently caressed his new wife’s delicate face, looking at her adorable and sleepy murmurs, and couldn’t help but chuckle softly, his heart calming down.
He hadn’t expected to marry Shuya.
However—
“What… exactly happened last night?”
Lin Tianlu touched his forehead, a puzzled look on his face.
He vaguely remembered Youluo, transformed into Mother Tan, sneaking into his bed last night.
After he discovered her, the atmosphere had become increasingly ambiguous and passionate, their bodies intertwined, their desires unrestrained. Unknowingly, they had made love, even Shuya, her body tingling, had been involved. The three of them had entangled for a long time before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.
But now, waking up, his arms were empty, Youluo was nowhere to be seen.
“Could it be… that I actually had a… strange spring dream?”
Creak
The closed door suddenly opened.
Lin Tianlu was startled and looked over to see Mother Tan, dressed elegantly, entering the room.
“You look well today.”
Mother Tan’s demeanor was still elegant and dignified, her beautiful face radiant, the previously cold and indifferent look replaced by a faint smile: “Since you’re awake, get up and wash up, you and Shuya were quite… active last night, you should clean yourselves up. The maids will come and help Shuya later.”
Lin Tianlu was stunned for a moment.
He vaguely saw a seductive and passionate look on Mother Tan’s usually calm and dignified face— “Ah… I-I understand.”
He quickly covered himself with the blanket and chuckled awkwardly: “But please excuse me for a moment, Mother Tan, I need to get dressed.”
Mother Tan smiled faintly: “I’ll wait for you in the main hall. If you want to take a bath, just call the maids outside, they’ll attend to you.”
Seeing her turn to leave, Lin Tianlu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly asked: “Mother Tan, why is your hair also covered with a cloth today?”
“Hmm?”
Mother Tan stopped, touched her hair, her eyes flickering strangely, but her voice remained calm: “I just wanted to try a different hairstyle, there’s no need to mind, Tianlu.”
Lin Tianlu’s expression changed slightly, and he murmured: “Do you remember what happened last night, Mother Tan?”
“Wasn’t it your wedding night last night, Tianlu? Did something unexpected happen?”
“…Nothing.”
Lin Tianlu shook his head and quickly smiled gently: “Perhaps I slept too soundly and had a strange dream.”
“It’s normal to have such… dreams after marrying a beautiful wife, Tianlu.” Mother Tan chuckled softly, covering her mouth with her hand: “Go and spend some time with Shuya after breakfast.”
“I understand, Mother Tan.”
Seeing her leave, the smile on Lin Tianlu’s face gradually faded, and he got dressed with a complex expression.
What had happened last night…
…was real.
…
After leaving the bridal chamber, Mother Tan’s steps faltered, her face flushed, and she let out a soft moan, leaning weakly against the wall.
She smoothed the fabric of her skirt over her hips, feeling a tingling soreness, a hint of shame and embarrassment in her eyes. She quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the lingering images and compose herself.
“I… I actually did such a thing last night! ”
Mother Tan felt incredibly ashamed and embarrassed, as if she had committed a terrible mistake in her daze.
But thinking about Tianlu’s face just now, she felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and ease, as if the emptiness and unease she had felt after waking up had been soothed, even a strange sweetness— “N-No, I can’t think like this!”
Mother Tan closed her eyes, scolding herself inwardly, trying to suppress the ripples in her heart.
She wanted to confront Youluo, whose soul was currently residing within her body. But Youluo’s remnant soul was silent now, even gradually merging with her own.
So, in the end, it was her own fault. Youluo had only been trying to help her.
“Calm down, calm down—”
“Youluo was just trying to help me, and Tianlu.”
“She cast a profound barrier last night, erasing memories and concealing the truth. As long as I don’t say anything, no one will find out. This secret will remain between Youluo and me.”
Mother Tan repeated these words to herself, straightening her back until she regained her usual aloof and indifferent demeanor, then slowly walked away.
But if one looked closely at her steps, they would notice a slight tremble and unsteadiness, an almost unnatural inward turn, as if she was unable to keep her legs together. Her usually graceful gait, now stiff and jerky, almost made her collapse several times.
…
“Hmph~”
Chi Lingyuan sat casually on a high branch of an ancient tree in the villa, looking at the departing figure with a playful smile.
She crossed her arms and chuckled softly: “It seems something interesting happened last night. That Youluo girl really left a ‘gift’ before she left. I wonder how Tianlu will react.”
However—
Chi Lingyuan quickly chuckled: “Everything should be fine.”
She would just have to take care of this confused Mother Tan for a while.
…
As the morning sun brightened, the quiet villa gradually came to life.
Hua Shuya, dressed in a plain white robe and skirt, walked unsteadily into the courtyard, leaning on her sword.
She tried to take larger steps, but a persistent soreness in her lower body made her wince and gasp softly.
After steadying herself, Hua Shuya raised her head, feeling the cool breeze against her face, the lingering fragrance in her lungs dissipating, as if her mind, previously filled with honey, was gradually clearing.
As her body relaxed, she felt a sense of rejuvenation and invigoration.
Although her body was still sore and weak, she could clearly feel the powerful internal energy flowing through her meridians, the Azure Spirit energy seemingly transforming into a vibrant green, circulating throughout her body, bringing warmth wherever it went.
Her mind focused, her consciousness expanding as if a sea of consciousness had truly opened within her. Even with her eyes closed, she could clearly sense the slightest movements of the wind and grass within several zhang.
“Is this… dual cultivation?”
Hua Shuya murmured inwardly, a seductive blush appearing on her cheeks.
She gently touched her lower abdomen beneath her silk robe and skirt, still vaguely feeling the intense pleasure from last night’s wedding night, her body and mind completely filled.
These enchanting thoughts made the young woman’s eyes glaze over slightly, her body warm, her long and slender legs trembling slightly as she pressed them together shyly, gently rubbing against each other.
“Master’s warmth, Master’s love, is all within me.”
Hua Shuya’s heart fluttered, and after taking a few deep breaths, she finally calmed down.
Exhaling slowly, the young woman felt her mind clearer than ever before, a bright sword heart swirling with a brilliant light in her sea of consciousness.
She slowly drew her sword from its sheath, holding it horizontally before her, her palm gently caressing the cold blade, a pure and natural sword intent emanating from her.
—Her cultivation had undoubtedly improved tremendously.
Not only had her internal energy increased, but even her recently condensed sword heart and sword intent had become much more fluid and controlled. If she were to fight against her past self, she could probably determine the outcome within five moves.
However, the young woman wasn’t overjoyed by her increased cultivation.
On the contrary, Hua Shuya’s mood was quite calm, like a gentle mountain stream, or a soft breeze against her face.
Only a faint sweetness lingered.
“The ‘sword of love’ that Master mentioned before, this must be it.”
Holding her sword horizontally, the young woman’s eyes lowered slightly, lost in enchanting memories.
It wasn’t just physical pleasure, but a fusion and sublimation of body and soul, an embrace of boundless love. She had been so lost in ecstasy, her heart filled with a wonderful passion, a sense of omnipotence— As long as she still loved this man, as long as the flower of love that had blossomed in her heart remained, she could move forward, never stopping.
Her childhood longing for her parents, her respect for her grandfather, and now, her love for Master.
—All of this was the belief and willpower that supported her swordsmanship.
No matter how overbearing and strange the Yin energy within her body and soul, no matter how cold and heartless she became because of her cultivation, as long as her love remained, she could forever hold onto this burning passion.
“Interesting little girl.”
A soft chuckle suddenly echoed in the courtyard.
Hua Shuya’s eyes snapped open, and she looked over, slightly stunned, to see Chi Lingyuan standing gracefully not far away.
Instead of her usual magnificent feathered robe, she was now wearing a seductive and revealing high-slit skirt that hugged her curves, her long and shapely legs exposed, one hand on her hip, an appreciative smile on her breathtakingly beautiful face.
“I saw you a few days ago, you only had potential, your swordsmanship just scratching the surface. But now, you’ve made significant progress, your sword heart condensed, your sword body taking shape, truly commendable. Perhaps in a while, you’ll reach the Transformation Realm and glimpse the path to true longevity.”
“Thank you for the praise, Miss Chi.”
Hua Shuya sheathed her sword and said softly: “But this improvement of mine, it’s because Master, he—”
The young woman stopped abruptly, recalling the “sword techniques” she had been taught in bed last night, a blush appearing on her cheeks.
Last night, her body had become a scabbard for his sword, every thrust making her moan and tremble, her buttocks clenching and unclenching, droplets of water scattering.
Being lifted and embraced, the rhythmic movements had made her heart tingle, her soul almost leaving her body.
Her mind racing, the young woman blushed and murmured: “It’s all thanks to Master’s guidance.”
“Pfft—”
Chi Lingyuan couldn’t help but chuckle, her smile radiant, her voice filled with a playful ambiguity: “It seems… you two had quite the ‘cultivation’ session last night.”
“Mmm…” Hua Shuya’s face burned, and she averted her gaze: “Are you here to tease me, Miss Chi?”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed, since you’re Tianlu’s disciple and now his wife, I naturally have to be more considerate towards you.”
Chi Lingyuan tilted her head slightly, her hands behind her back, and smiled faintly: “I came to see how you were recovering. If you were still unable to move, I would have helped you. But seeing that you can walk now, I’m relieved.”
Hua Shuya blinked her eyes slightly, a strange feeling in her heart.
Their schedule had been tight these past few days, with no time for them to interact properly. Only now, after the wedding and with the tension and pressure gone, did she have the time to think.
Could there be… some kind of connection between Miss Chi and Master?
“Master and I do have a connection.”
Chi Lingyuan seemed to see through her thoughts and chuckled: “But don’t worry, I’m not here to compete with you for his affection. I just couldn’t resist giving some guidance after seeing such a talented young lady.”
“Do you mean… a spar, Miss Chi?”
“Cultivating swordsmanship, meditation, and enlightenment can lead to profound understanding, but actual combat experience is also very important.”
She smiled faintly, a playful glint in her eyes: “Besides, you enjoy martial arts, quite similar to this martial fanatic. And now that your swordsmanship has improved so much, you must be eager to test your skills, right?”
Hua Shuya’s heart stirred, and she silently touched the hilt of her sword, her intentions clear.
Chi Lingyuan had indeed hit the mark.
To be able to spar with this legendary embodiment of the Phoenix, the young woman couldn’t help but feel excited, the sword in its sheath seeming to sense her intent, humming softly as if ready to be unleashed.
After all, she had been a martial arts enthusiast since childhood.
“Miss Chi, please excuse my clumsiness.”
“Come on.”
Chi Lingyuan narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly.
The young woman’s aura suddenly changed, the previous gentleness and playfulness replaced by a cold and icy demeanor, her eyes clear and ethereal, like a transcendent celestial being, her figure tall and straight with her sword in hand, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, her aura cold and aloof, as if even the air around them had frozen.
Clang!
She slowly drew her sword from its sheath.
Her sword intent surged with each inch of the blade revealed, condensing into a sharp and cold sword, her eyes gleaming, a faint sword light flickering.
Intent within the sword, spirit within the intent, to have reached such a realm at such a young age was truly extraordinary!
Chi Lingyuan inwardly praised her, assuming a stance, ready to spar.
But Hua Shuya, who had been about to attack, suddenly froze, a seductive blush appearing on her previously cold face, and she stumbled slightly, using her sword to steady herself.
“Ugh?”
Chi Lingyuan was startled and quickly stepped forward to support her.
She was about to ask with concern when she noticed the young woman’s slender legs trembling slightly, her toes curling, her hips twitching, as if she was trying to clench them together.
“Shuya, are you…”
“I-I’m fine.”
Hua Shuya’s face flushed crimson, her previously otherworldly sword intent completely gone, and she said awkwardly: “My legs are just a bit numb, l-let me rest for a while.”
Chi Lingyuan smiled gently: “It seems my timing wasn’t very good, I was a bit inconsiderate. You should rest for a day or two, girl.”
“Hmm?”
A puzzled sound suddenly echoed.
They both turned to look and saw Lin Tianlu standing at the entrance of the courtyard, holding a food box.
“M-Master?”
“Why are you two outside?”
Lin Tianlu quickly walked over to help support Hua Shuya, frowning slightly: “You’re still weak, you should be resting in bed.”
Hua Shuya’s face was flushed, and she murmured softly: “I-I just wanted to move around a bit after you left, Master, so I could recover faster and come find you.”
“Silly girl.”
Lin Tianlu flicked her forehead playfully: “What kind of husband disappears the day after the wedding? I just went to the kitchen to prepare some nourishing breakfast for you, there’s no need to overthink things.”
“I was wrong, Master…”
Hua Shuya lowered her head shyly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice more like a coquettish murmur than an apology, a sweet and happy smile on her face.
“You’re so kind, Master~”
Lin Tianlu sighed with a wry smile, rubbing her head: “Sit down and rest for a bit, and have some of this porridge.”
Glancing at Chi Lingyuan, who had a knowing smile on her face, he beckoned: “Come and join us for breakfast, Miss Chi.”
“I wouldn’t refuse such an offer…”
“However, what were you two doing in the courtyard just now?”
Lin Tianlu opened the food box, taking out the fragrant dishes and bowls, and asked curiously: “I see Shuya still has her sword.”
“Uh——”
Hua Shuya and Chi Lingyuan’s smiles froze slightly, and they exchanged glances, a strange, tacit understanding between them, as they quickly shook their heads simultaneously: “N-Nothing!”
