If not for helping her search for the Chunying Sword, he wouldn’t have entered the Ghost Market.
Liu Lixue stopped her. “Miss Sang, you can’t. If we spend an entire month, we could miss crucial information about Immortal Lord Ying Heng. The one behind the scenes clearly lured you here, and they won’t let you leave easily.”
“Then I’ll kill them and fight my way out.”
Tan Huai also intervened. “Just now, Hua Ling told you to go to the Manxiang Pavilion tomorrow night, saying she’d reveal the Chunying Sword’s whereabouts. Miss Sang, this could be related to Immortal Lord Ying Heng. We need to rescue him as quickly as possible…”
Sang Dai half-knelt by the bedside, gripping Su Xuan’s wrist.
The swordswoman pressed her forehead against his wrist, her breathing trembling. “But Su Xuan is also very important. He’s very important to me.”
The room fell silent. Neither Tan Huai nor Liu Lixue knew what to say.
Liu Lixue, in his heart, wanted to take his lord back to the Beast Realm immediately. However, if they missed the events in Linglong Town, finding Ying Heng might become even more difficult. Su Xuan would surely wake up furious and filled with self-reproach.
Moreover, the black-clothed figure’s goal hadn’t been achieved yet, so they were unlikely to let them leave easily.
Sang Dai was the first to make a decision. She bent down and prepared to carry Su Xuan.
“We’re going back to the Beast Realm—right now.”
She desperately wanted to find her master, but she couldn’t lose Su Xuan.
A hand pressed against the back of hers.
Sang Dai looked up and met a pair of glassy, crystalline eyes.
Su Xuan propped himself up, his forehead and face covered in sweat. His pale face was flushed red, as was his neck, which was also swelling with color.
He said in a low voice, “Liu Lixue, bring me the Qinglian Pill.”
Liu Lixue immediately realized what he was thinking.
The peacock outright refused. “No way! That pill is too potent. Once the effects wear off, your mating season will become even more volatile. It’ll be impossible for you to endure this year.”
“Su Xuan?”
Su Xuan closed his eyes briefly and then stretched out his hand, speaking coldly: “Liu Lixue!”
Sang Dai and Tan Huai didn’t know what the Qinglian Pill was, but based on Su Xuan and Liu Lixue’s reactions, it clearly wasn’t a good thing.
Sang Dai said, “Don’t take that pill. I’ll take you back to the Beast Realm first.”
But Su Xuan pressed her hand down firmly, locking eyes with her as he said, “Dai Dai, this is the only way. Nothing will happen to me. Will you help me?”
Sang Dai’s throat felt dry. She reversed her grip and held Su Xuan’s hand tightly. “Tell me.”
Even if it required her to climb a mountain of blades to retrieve medicine, she would agree to Su Xuan’s request.
The little fox, however, explained, “The Jiexin Grass has accelerated my mating season. The Qinglian Pill is a medicine that suppresses blood heat. If I take it, I can temporarily suppress the heat with my cultivation and delay my mating season. However…”
“However, what?”
Liu Lixue interjected, “That pill has a severe backlash. Once the effects wear off, his blood will become even hotter. This year’s mating season will be far worse than any before. In other words, it’s almost impossible for my lord to make it through this year on his own… Additionally, while the mating season can be delayed, the poison from the Jiexin Grass still needs to be resolved immediately…”
Sang Dai’s long lashes trembled, and Su Xuan gripped her hand tightly.
The little fox asked, “Dai Dai, will you?”
He stared into her eyes intently, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. His hand, which clutched her wrist, trembled, and his furry ears on top of his head stood upright.
Sang Dai locked eyes with him.
Liu Lixue and Tan Huai looked at her.
The swordswoman suddenly said, “Master Tan Huai, Young Master Liu, please leave the room for now.”
Tan Huai and Liu Lixue weren’t fools. With such a request, they could easily guess what she meant.
Tan Huai’s face flushed red, and after stammering a response, he quickly exited the room, his swift retreat resembling a panicked escape.
Liu Lixue opened his mouth as if to speak but realized his lord had no attention to spare for him. Su Xuan’s eyes were fixed solely on Sang Dai, his tail unable to stay still, spreading out across the bed.
After a long moment, Liu Lixue finally managed to say, “Lord, you must stay rational.”
Losing control in a place like this would have severe consequences.
The Qinglian Pill was tossed over, and Su Xuan caught it.
As Liu Lixue stepped out of the room, a barrier immediately enveloped the chamber, cutting off all communication between the inside and the outside.
He shook his head, sighed, and retreated to his own room.
Inside, Sang Dai kept her head lowered.
Su Xuan swallowed the Qinglian Pill, forcibly suppressing his mating season.
However, the heat from the Jiexin Grass lingered. Its aphrodisiac effects were too potent, and his desires remained unrelieved.
The little fox cupped Sang Dai’s face in his hands, asking softly, “You know what I mean, don’t you?”
Sang Dai’s lips parted, moving slightly as she met his reddened gaze.
“…I know.”
“I can temporarily suppress my mating season, but you have to help me deal with the Jiexin Grass’s poison. The Qinglian Pill’s effects will last for a few days, but once it wears off, my mating season will begin. I won’t be able to endure it this year.”
“…I understand.”
“Will you?”
“…Yes.”
Sang Dai grasped his wrist and pressed her cheek against his burning palm, gently nuzzling his scalding hand.
“I will.”
“No regrets?”
“No regrets.”
Su Xuan pulled her down onto the bed in one swift motion, the little fox leaning down to capture her lips. Sang Dai tasted the heat radiating from him, far hotter than before.
His body was burning.
Sang Dai closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, actively responding to his kiss.
Their lips and tongues entwined with fervor. He exerted considerable force, one hand kneading her waist while the other moved to undo her clothing, his fingers deftly removing her hairpins.
The little fox’s lips traveled to her ear, taking her earlobe between his teeth as he murmured, “This time, I won’t hold back, Dai Dai. You know that.”
Sang Dai nodded. “Mm.”
Su Xuan continued to kiss her while unfastening her garments, peeling away the outer robe and then the inner layer.
Sang Dai felt her mind grow hazy from his overwhelming heat. Suddenly, Su Xuan pulled away for a brief moment.
Through her dazed vision, she saw him removing his own clothing—the dark outer robe, and then the matching long tunic…
He pressed down again, his scorching hand touching her bare shoulder, rubbing against the tie at the back of her neck.
At this moment, Sang Dai looked into his eyes.
He was hesitating, struggling with himself.
Sang Dai closed her eyes, took the initiative to extend her hand and place it on the back of his hand, then, holding the little fox’s hand, untied her own clothing.
The pale blue garment fell, and Sang Dai threw it to the side. The sword cultivator took the initiative to embrace his shoulder, lifted himself up, and kissed his Adam’s apple.
“Su Xuan, I told you, it’s okay.”
The little fox’s breath trembled, supporting himself above Sang Dai and lowering his gaze to look at the person lying in his arms.
The delicate jade-like neck slightly tilted, with the blood vessels faintly pulsing as she breathed, her collarbones clearly visible, and below that, her cold white underarms. She looked frail, but Su Xuan, having kissed that place through her clothes before, knew how soft it was.
Now seeing it with his own eyes, it felt like a blow to the soul. The sword cultivator was very thin, his waist barely fitting in one hand. He had embraced and kissed her.
Sang Dai turned her head and buried her face in the brocade pillow, her hand covering her eyes to block her sight: “You… you don’t look…”
He kept staring, and even though Sang Dai was brave, she still felt embarrassed, not to mention the sword cultivator’s naturally shy personality.
Su Xuan remained still, and Sang Dai finally couldn’t hold back anymore. She raised her hand to grab the clothes beside her and cover herself.
Suddenly, hot lips pressed against her, and she instinctively called out.
The little fox kissed the softness, sucking and lightly nibbling, just like he did when kissing her ear.
Sang Dai’s body arched slightly, her breathing heavy and rapid. She closed her eyes and said nothing, gritting her teeth to hold back her sounds. One hand grabbed aimlessly and happened to grasp one of the little fox’s tails.
Sang Dai held it tightly, as if clutching a life-saving straw, and Su Xuan felt a tingling on his scalp. The pressure on his lips increased, and the sword cultivator let out a painful gasp. He quickly released her and gently licked with his tongue.
Sang Dai kept her eyes closed, her ears flushed. The little fox laughed softly and leaned down to cover her again.
The sword cultivator felt like a ripe fruit, first washed clean, then peeled to reveal the sweet, soft flesh. The little fox bit into it eagerly, his hands mischievously shaping the fruit into various forms.
Her body trembled, and her thin pants were pulled down.
As he was about to remove the last layer of her coverings, Sang Dai suddenly raised her hand and activated a barrier, enclosing the entire bed in an opaque shield. Everything around them turned black.
A muffled laugh sounded, and Su Xuan’s voice was particularly hoarse.
“What’s wrong? You don’t want me to see?”
Sang Dai buried her face deep into the brocade pillow, refusing to speak no matter what.
They couldn’t see each other, but they could feel each other’s touch. When unseen, the other senses became more sensitive.
Su Xuan felt unbearably uncomfortable, as if he was going to explode, but still forced himself to touch her face.
Only sweat, no tears—she was willing.
He lifted his body, removed the last of his clothes, then pressed his palm against her side, holding her panties in place.
“Dai Dai?”
It was a question.
Sang Dai’s breath was shaking, and she was actually a little scared, her heart racing, not knowing what to feel.
She wanted to beg for mercy and delay this for a few more days.
But when she was about to speak, Su Xuan’s voice echoed in her mind.
[“Dai Dai, I like Dai Dai.”]
[“I like my Dai Dai, I really like Dai Dai.”]
[“Dai Dai, I really love you, I love you so, so much.”]
He really, really, really liked her.
He liked her so much that he would accompany her to the underworld after she died.
She couldn’t see, but she held onto his arm, feeling the powerful muscles.
“Su Xuan, release me.”
Sang Dai slightly raised her waist, and the little fox, trembling, removed her last layer of clothing.
There was no light around them, and they couldn’t see anything.
Su Xuan squeezed between her legs, leaning down to kiss her lips, then traveled down her lips, kissing along the way.
Sang Dai’s mind was blank, her eyes open but seeing nothing. She could only feel his kiss and the calluses on his palm sliding over her body.
He kept going until the little fox leaned down and kissed her most private place.
Sang Dai suddenly became alert, her body shrinking back, avoiding his lips.
“Su Xuan!”
Her voice even carried a cry.
Su Xuan fumbled to kiss her lips again, pecking and comforting her: “Dai Dai, this is what should be, you’ll feel pain if you can’t bear it, you need to feel good first.”
Sang Dai turned her head, stammering: “No… you… just come directly… don’t kiss…”
“Dai Dai, that place can be kissed, I don’t mind, Dai Dai is clean everywhere.”
Sang Dai covered her eyes and cried softly: “I don’t want to… I can’t accept it…”
She didn’t know there were so many variations. As a first-timer, she couldn’t accept such intimate behavior. She had spent over a hundred years at the Sword Sect, following rules, and no one had ever taught her basic knowledge like menstruation. Though Sang Dai had become more cheerful and lively, she still had a conservative side deep inside.
Su Xuan shattered her understanding right away. The young girl couldn’t control her crying, and she gained a deeper understanding of his shamelessness.
Su Xuan held back his desire to comfort her. “I won’t do that, I won’t kiss you, don’t cry, okay?”
He whispered and comforted her, enduring until his head ached. Finally, Sang Dai stopped crying.
While kissing her neck, he asked, “Is it okay with your hands?”