The series of actions by the rascal did not escape the eyes of Lady Qiao. The beautiful matron first blushed, for her son’s posture was easily suggestive, but then, upon hearing Qiao San’s words, she relaxed in relief, allowing her son to proceed as he wished.
After tidying up, Qiao San did not linger in the room but soon walked out of the small pavilion with composed steps, prompting Lady Qiao to silently wonder: Could it be that the blood mark of the Night Girl is finally taking effect? Sigh, I hope my son truly turns over a new leaf!
Within the Qiao household, Qing Niang served Lady Qiao daily. The female demon, after much coaxing from Twelve, finally took on the heavy responsibility of managing the Ghost Forest. Overjoyed, Twelve transformed back into the favorite personal maid of the Third Young Master, while Gui Ji assumed the role of the household’s female steward.
Among the women, the Fox Queen and her eighteen daughters were not idle either, willingly taking on the duty of guards, though most of the time they gathered together, stirring up trouble wherever they could.
“Hei hei… Mother, look! The Holy Lord came out unusually early today, and the blood mark on his brow is even fainter. Could he really be turning into a righteous man?” one of them giggled.
“Ke ke… Girls, rest assured, deep down, our Master was never cut out to be a good man. He’s merely trying hard to suppress his true nature,” the Fox Queen replied.
Eighteen fox maidens, eighteen pairs of mischievous eyes, eighteen layers of teasing laughter, chimed in together: “Mother, it’s already been three days since the Holy Lord last favored us, hmm…”
“Ke ke… You can handle it yourselves, or I can help if you’d like!” Such a wanton remark could only come from the Fox Queen, truly a vixen both hated and adored by men.
On the third day, at the appointed hour, Qiao San failed to appear on time.
Leaning against the bed, Lady Qiao looked curiously at the door. After glancing back and forth several times, she finally felt anxious and puzzled.
Just as the Soul of the Book was beginning to grow restless, Qiao San finally showed up. Approaching the bed, the dutiful son hesitated instead of starting the healing: “Mother, today’s treatment requires drawing the fire toxin out through the chest, this…”
“Swish!”
Lady Qiao’s pale face flushed red up to her ears. Only then did she understand why Qiao San had arrived so late.
Silence suddenly enveloped the space, awkwardness reborn in the stillness, sensuality lingering in the aftermath, and the longer the silence stretched, the more wildly both hearts raced.
Sigh, such a situation had finally come to pass!
The mature beauty sighed inwardly. She had thought of it before, but had unconsciously avoided it. Yet this day, this scene, had arrived as expected, leaving both of them unable to face it calmly.
“Sheng’er, you are the physician, and I am the patient. You mustn’t…” Lady Qiao took a deep, difficult breath, trying to sound as natural as possible: “You mustn’t think too much of it, Mother understands!”
Seeing that his mother had closed her eyes and relaxed her body, Qiao San summoned his strongest willpower to focus his mind. The life energy transformed into glowing light in his palms, and then, slowly, his hands pressed onto his mother’s chest.
“Hu…”
Although he consciously avoided the forbidden peaks, the man’s broad palm inevitably touched the soft edges of his mother’s bosom.
The moment his palm met the softness, Qiao San nearly jumped in shock. A blazing fire of morality and ethics roared in his mind, scorching the rascal’s very soul.
“Sheng’er, be careful not to lose control!”
At the critical moment, Lady Qiao’s serene and enlightened heart came to the rescue. Her timely reminder snapped Qiao San’s scattered gaze back to focus.
Qiao San’s palms steadied once more, warm spiritual energy passing through the fabric and into his mother’s body. Her delicate skin began to ripple with each palm movement.
Sweeping and shifting, Qiao San cleared the fire toxin from the chest meridians, gradually pushing it toward the final acupoint—the peaks of Lady Qiao’s twin mounds. It turned out the earth fire had to be expelled from the nipples, no wonder Qiao San’s expression had been so grave!
His large hands moved slowly, but eventually had to press inward toward the center.
The edges of the mounds had already been touched, the soft flesh pressed and trembling under his spiritual energy, the waves spreading outward. Qiao San’s hands now firmly pressed onto his mother’s twin peaks.
“Hu…”
In an instant, a blazing storm howled through his heart, raging without restraint. Though layers of clothing separated them, Qiao San’s touch etched the shape beneath into his mind.
The mature peaks were delicate yet full, elegantly uplifted, their plumpness giving the rascal a uniquely intoxicating sensation.
“Ah!” A sudden push from his glowing palms met something hard, sending ripples through his heart. The flower-loving rogue immediately understood what it was.
A nipple nub—the unique mark of a maiden! How could this be? How could his mother still have a maiden’s nub?!
In that moment, Qiao San couldn’t help but imagine wildly, his hands instinctively pressing harder, causing Lady Qiao, who had her eyes closed, to sink slightly into the bed.
What is Sheng’er doing? Should she scold him? No, he must be seriously expelling the toxin, after all, she could already feel the gathering heat.
Though it seemed like an eternity, in reality only a moment had passed. Qiao San’s hands paused imperceptibly before returning to normal, his mind quickly forming the only possible explanation.
It must be related to the Ghost Sutra. Could it be that after her rebirth, Mother had become… a maiden once more?!
“Boom!” At that thought, the rascal’s very soul was struck by thunder and lightning, nearly causing him to lose control and spiral into a spiritual disaster. Fortunately, his Ten-Yang Body was incredibly extraordinary. He barely managed to suppress the rebellious energy and stop his powers from going wild. Gritting his teeth and focusing his spirit, he forcefully pushed the fire toxin to the very tips of the twin peaks, concentrating it into the coin-sized, crimson areola.
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