Chapter 7: Xiaoxiao, Come Here

On the night at Moon-Gazing Peak, heavy snow drifted down and all was silent. Only inside the small pavilion was there warmth.

But Bai Xiaoxiao’s body was now so overheated that she couldn’t even feel the warmth of the room.

She couldn’t believe it, so she probed herself again. Yet no matter how many times she checked, the result was exactly the same. Her vision went dark.

Those dense waves of heat spreading through her—all of it came from within her body.

The Gu Poison she had been hit with yesterday… hadn’t been a one-time poison after all.

Judging from this, could it flare up once every day from now on?

She quickly sank her consciousness into her mind. “System, this Gu Poison isn’t right. Didn’t it… get removed yesterday? Why does it seem to be flaring up again?”

Bai Xiaoxiao kept her eyes tightly shut, but the heat endlessly surging from inside had seeped deep into her bones; there was no physical way to relieve it. In a short time, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, soon converging and sliding down her cheeks.

“Host, according to the novel’s setting, this Gu Poison is indeed not a single-use poison. Moreover, it’s best not to suppress it. As for actually removing the Gu Poison, only the person who planted it can do so.”

Bai Xiaoxiao felt dizzy at once. If she remembered correctly, during the battle in Void Ruins Valley, that strange intruder should have been killed when Shen Zhiyue went all out, right? If so, then it could never be removed?

The System was silent for a moment, then reminded her: “Host, that strange person is Mu Yeqing, the Sixth Protector of the Seven Emotions Devil Palace.”

Bai Xiaoxiao was dazed for a moment, then suddenly recalled the plot of the novel.

“Mu Yeqing… so it’s her. I should have thought of that. In the novel, there is indeed a character who specializes in raising and planting Gu. Seven Emotions Devil Palace… so that’s who she was.”

If it really was Mu Yeqing, then she might still be alive.

After all, there was a plotline in the novel about Mu Yeqing, appearing around the middle of the story. And the plot had only just begun; as an important character for that arc, Mu Yeqing couldn’t have died just like that.

If so, there was still a chance to remove the Gu.

But Mu Yeqing’s whereabouts were hard to track. Relying on herself, Bai Xiaoxiao probably couldn’t find her.

“This matter… I might have to ask Shen Zhiyue for help.”

Bai Xiaoxiao frowned in thought.

But Shen Zhiyue’s cultivation was profound. Suppressing the Gu Poison should be a trivial problem for her, and she had far more time than Bai Xiaoxiao, who was only at Foundation Establishment Stage.

Bai Xiaoxiao might not even be able to suppress it a few times before she was tortured to death by the Gu Poison in a few days.

“Host could also seek out the Heart-Cleansing Pill to suppress it. After taking it, one becomes free of desires, which can offset part of the Gu Poison’s effects.”

Bai Xiaoxiao: “…The Cultivation World actually has pills like that?”

That was basically what you’d call a desexing pill. What a magical world.

But such a pill couldn’t be obtained any time soon. If her Gu Poison was flaring up now, then Shen Zhiyue at this moment…

She looked up at the woman meditating, and unsurprisingly found that her expression was indeed unusual—her beautiful brows were tightly knit.

Before long, an abnormal flush gradually appeared on her fair cheeks.

Clearly, Shen Zhiyue’s Gu Poison had flared up as well.

“That’s why I said suppression isn’t recommended. This Gu Poison is domineering; the more you suppress it, the more viciously it erupts. Aside from finding Mu Yeqing or taking a Heart-Cleansing Pill, your best solution right now is only one—dual cultivation again.”

The System added lazily, “Actually, Host, you can relax. Haven’t you already got experience?”

Bai Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded. Enduring the discomfort, she asked, “You… saw what happened last night?!”

The System quickly reassured her: “Rest assured, Host. On my end, it’s only mosaic. I know what you did, but I can’t see the process.”

Bai Xiaoxiao’s face somehow turned even redder.

Having her intimate matters witnessed by another living creature—even if it was just data—was unbearably embarrassing.

“You… you should just go offline.”

Her lashes trembled over her closed eyes, her expression awkward and mortified. She took a deep breath to calm her turbulent heart.

The System didn’t provoke her further and went offline smoothly. But just before going offline, it kindly added:

“Go, Host.”

Bai Xiaoxiao’s face exploded red. After transmigrating, she had always carried a faint sense of death, but those four words from the System stirred up murderous intent in her.

If she could act against data, she really would drag the System out and tie its code into a bow.

But she couldn’t. She still had to endure the uncontrollable desire caused by the Gu Poison.

At some point, she seemed to hear two hurried breaths in the quiet room. One was hers. The other was…

Bai Xiaoxiao opened her eyes, but they were filled with hazy tears brought on by the surging tides of passion—a blur of mist before her, unable to see clearly.

Yet she sensed a scorching gaze upon her. Under that gaze, she grew even more restless.

After a long while, a voice sounded abruptly by her ear.

“Xiaoxiao, come here.”

It was Shen Zhiyue’s voice, as it had been last night. The cool voice was now tinged with desire, inexplicably making one’s ears tingle.

By the time Bai Xiaoxiao reacted, she was already standing dazedly before Shen Zhiyue. She reached out to touch the woman’s cheeks, where crystal beads of sweat were sliding down.

The snow lotus of the high mountains was no longer cold and detached. A few streaks of red stained its pristine white petals, lending it a different charm.

Desire burned her rationality ceaselessly, and Bai Xiaoxiao felt terrible. But just as her hand was about to touch, she abruptly stopped and curled her fingers.

“Your… Your Eminence, I…”

The jade-snow-like person gently lifted her eyes. “Are you unwilling?”

Bai Xiaoxiao bit her lip, swallowing the question that was about to slip out.

She wanted to ask Shen Zhiyue what they truly were to each other. But she felt she had no standing to ask.

Bai Xiaoxiao’s eyes held unconcealed desire, yet her movements were extremely restrained and forbearing. She clearly yearned for the woman before her, yet she didn’t dare take that step.

Until her suspended hand was suddenly seized, and Bai Xiaoxiao, caught off guard by the sudden force, stumbled forward and fell onto Shen Zhiyue.

The distance between them instantly closed. Their breaths tangled, and those scorching breaths sprayed onto her face. Bai Xiaoxiao felt as if something had hooked her heart.

Her rationality was hanging by a thread. Bai Xiaoxiao finally stopped holding back. As if bewitched, she drew close, and at last kissed the woman’s lips.

The two had already been intimate once last night. The moment they touched again, every detail of that night surged into her mind. Bai Xiaoxiao felt her heart in her chest pounding madly.

All the suppressed desire, all the wild thoughts—they all vanished the moment she touched Shen Zhiyue, leaving only the urge to be close to her.

Bai Xiaoxiao could no longer suppress the passion within her, and her kiss grew heavier.

But she remembered that last night, Shen Zhiyue had said she preferred gentler. So she quickly loosened her force. Yet the hand that had been loosely holding hers suddenly tightened.

Bai Xiaoxiao paused, broke the kiss, and looked at Shen Zhiyue in question.

The kissed lips glistened with a layer of moisture, their color vivid from being kissed repeatedly.

Bai Xiaoxiao sensed Shen Zhiyue’s gaze on her. It was deep and unreadable, yet it instantly ignited the desire she couldn’t suppress anyway.

So, without waiting for Shen Zhiyue to speak, she took that hand instead, looked at the woman, then lightly licked the fair, slender fingertip she had brought to her lips.

Bai Xiaoxiao didn’t miss the subtle change, and was gratified to see the desire in those eyes suddenly burn deeper.

Those eyes, usually serene and indifferent, were now filled with passion. Even her fair, beautiful face was stained with a blush of pink—utterly alluring.

Bai Xiaoxiao was hopelessly bewitched.

Even though she didn’t know why Shen Zhiyue had chosen a little snake like her, and rationally felt this shouldn’t continue—

The moment the Gu Poison flared, she abandoned rationality at once. The other only needed to look at her, tell her to come, and she would go over without resistance.

But why did she need to ask so many questions?

This thought abruptly surfaced in Bai Xiaoxiao’s mind.

Without a doubt, in her short life, Shen Zhiyue was the most captivating person she had ever met.

The other was profoundly powerful, a dangerous existence to her—yet at the same time, irresistibly attractive.

Perhaps from the very first time she had shared skin with Shen Zhiyue in that cave, Bai Xiaoxiao knew she was done for.

She simply couldn’t say no to this person.

The fingertip at her lips had become moist and hot, long and slender, tinged with pink, faintly gleaming under the light.

Bai Xiaoxiao parted her lips and released the finger she had caught, then kissed along it little by little, testing upward with feather-light touches while studying Shen Zhiyue’s reactions.

When she found her actions weren’t being stopped, Bai Xiaoxiao understood—Shen Zhiyue had tacitly allowed her audacity.

People always push their luck. Even Bai Xiaoxiao, no longer human, grew slightly bolder under the dual influence of desire and Shen Zhiyue’s indulgence.

So, reading the silent permission to continue, she lowered her head and pressed her lips, still green and naive, to the round shoulder.

Then climbed upward bit by bit, brushing across the distinct collarbones, then slowly moving to the small, delicate chin, until finally covering those closed lips once more.

Bai Xiaoxiao had never had a girlfriend before, and naturally had never been intimate with anyone. Yesterday’s encounter with Shen Zhiyue had been her first in every sense.

So now, doing these things again, she seemed much more skilled and far more proactive than last night. Even though her movements were still clumsy, she was improving quickly.

At least now she could do two things at once.

While kissing those soft lips, she could simultaneously give Shen Zhiyue some extra stimulation.

Faint sounds leaked from the seams of their pressed lips, but quickly vanished between their sealed mouths.

Scalding heat spread wherever they touched.

For Shen Zhiyue, Bai Xiaoxiao was undoubtedly a good student. With a single lesson, she could execute things well, and even extrapolate on her own.

Shen Zhiyue herself had been celibate for years. Even if she had acted tough last night, it was still her first time, not much better than Bai Xiaoxiao’s. Overly intense sensations made her inexplicably panicked, so she disliked excessive stimulation.

But today’s intimacy satisfied her greatly.

The temperature continued to climb, and the room had become stiflingly hot.

Bai Xiaoxiao’s every sense was consumed by the scorching warmth and the exquisite, delicate sensations.

Her gaze carefully traced the expressions revealed by the woman in her arms; her nose was filled with that special fragrance; even her sense of touch thrilled at the subtle trembling of the person before her.

This truly was mesmerizing.

Bai Xiaoxiao thought foggily.

The Sword Venerable was unquestionably lofty, cool, and self-possessed, like a desireless immortal. Yet now, because of her actions, she was revealing so many reactions.

Unique—seen only by her.

Whether it was the slightly trembling body, the moans that seemed both pleasurable and pained, or the blush brought on by intense stimulation—

All of it made Bai Xiaoxiao watch in fascination, unconsciously swallowing.

She wanted to see more reactions from this person, wanted to remember them all forever.

Breathing hard, Bai Xiaoxiao leaned down to the neck so close before her, inhaling deeply.

Then she rose slightly, looked at Shen Zhiyue, who had been pushed down onto the bed in her distraction, and slowly lowered her head once more.

The once-orderly hair had become disheveled, and a stray strand brushed lightly across Shen Zhiyue’s cheek as it fell.

Shen Zhiyue was somewhat dazed, but the brush of hair made her feel slightly ticklish. She looked up and saw Bai Xiaoxiao tuck that strand behind her ear.

Her eyes deepened even more.

The next second, a low murmur reached her ear from Bai Xiaoxiao—

“Your Eminence… Shen Zhiyue…”

“How dare you—”

Shen Zhiyue’s pupils contracted as a scolding slipped out. But her breathing was unsteady, and her authority was greatly diminished.

Then all her words were sealed back by the other, leaving only soft, faint moans echoing in the room.

…

The snow on Moon-Gazing Peak fell for another night, blanketing everything in sight with a thick layer of white. Only near dawn did the falling snow gradually thin.