The unexpected transformation of the book spirit caught Qiao San completely off guard. In a moment of impulsiveness, he blurted out a rather strange—but perfectly normal for the book spirit—question: “Why are you wearing clothes now?”
Facing such an “improper” question, the book spirit, however, responded with utmost seriousness, even pondering it thoughtfully: “The book spirit doesn’t quite understand either, but suddenly felt it shouldn’t remain naked!”
“Heh… heh…” It was only then that Qiao San realized how abrupt his question had been, and he awkwardly chuckled a couple of times. Curiously, he stared at the book spirit’s new attire for a moment, and a strange sense of familiarity crept into his mind, swirling around his usually sharp thoughts.
Strange… why did even these clothes seem so familiar?
Sigh… After racking his brain without success, the rogue Qiao San once again fully embraced his excellent tradition—shoving all confusing matters aside—resulting in a clear mind, a relaxed mood, and a cheerful heart.
With a sudden shift in thought, Qiao San turned his attention back to serious matters. He took out the half piece of ancient parchment and, filled with anticipation, said, “Book spirit, take a look. What secrets does this thing hold?”
The book spirit took the map and pressed it against her chest. Miraculously, the half piece of parchment was absorbed into her body. A ghostly glow from the Spectral Sutra instantly radiated outward. Moments later, the glow faded, and the parchment reappeared in Qiao San’s hand.
“Master, there are eighty-one layers of talisman seals on this map. To completely unlock it, the book spirit will need at least one month!”
“Wow… so complicated!” Papi blinked, and between each flutter of his eyelids, greedy fantasies burst forth. “Looks like this thing is really valuable! Book spirit, I’m counting on you! Heh… heh…”
“Master, the book spirit also sensed a strange calling.”
The book spirit’s puzzled tone was indistinguishable from a real person’s. She rested her chin in her hand, as if shrouded in mist, and thought for a moment. Suddenly, she cried out excitedly, “The Earth Treatise! This is the aura of the ‘Earth Treatise’! This secret map must be related to it. Master, the book spirit will now study the map. Don’t call me unless it’s urgent.”
The sentient spirit took the initiative to vanish before Qiao San could react, leaving him both amused and exasperated. Who exactly was the master here, and who was the servant?
Wait a second—wasn’t this supposed to be the secret map of the Sacred Elixir of the Spirit Flame? How did it end up connected to the ‘Earth Treatise,’ the second sacred scripture of the Eternal Life Sutra of Heaven and Earth?
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The gentle sound of the door creaking open pulled Qiao San from his daydreams. Opening his eyes, he saw Yu Fei gracefully entering with a food tray, smiling brightly.
“Master San, I’ve prepared some wine and dishes for you. You must be hungry. Let me keep you company for a drink!”
Shh… Master San, me and you—such an intimate address!
The deep affection in Yu Fei’s eyes and the corners of her brows sent a thrill through Qiao San’s heart. Women are truly wonderful creatures; once conquered, they become gentler than lambs and softer than spring water!
Fully enjoying himself, Qiao San naturally did not refuse. With one hand, he pulled the woman into his arms.
As Yu Fei raised her cup to toast him, Qiao San grinned mischievously and said, “Your Highness, let this servant attend to you first!”
Qiao San first gulped down the entire cup of wine. Then suddenly, he forcefully pressed the woman across his lap. Opening his mouth wide, he rudely covered hers.
“Umm…” If this could even be called a kiss, it would be their first. But the taste was far from pleasant.
His red tongue pushed forward, forcefully parting her lips. A surge of strong wine poured into her mouth. Yu Fei’s face immediately flushed red from the fiery liquor.
His tongue swept through her mouth, and as the last drop of wine slid into Yu Fei’s belly, he finally released her. Looking at her mockingly, he asked, “How’s the wine taste? Ha… ha…”
“Master San, you’re mistaken. I mean you no harm!”
The man was a cunning rogue; the woman, a shrewd imperial consort. Both were clever people who understood each other’s hidden meanings without needing explicit words.
Yu Fei willingly drank another cup of wine—this time confirmed to be harmless—and elegantly picked up the ivory chopsticks, tasting each delicacy before smiling seductively and saying, “Master San, are you reassured now?”
“Ha… ha… Good girl, very good!”
Playfully, Qiao San caressed the woman’s ample breast with one hand, continuing to take liberties with her royal body. With the other, he picked up the jade-white chopsticks and leisurely began to enjoy the royal feast.
“Mmm… Master San, you’re so strong. Hehe…” Under Qiao San’s touch, Yu Fei was already panting softly. A ruthless woman by nature, she was never one for chastity or restraint. As desire stirred, she leaned into his chest, giggling softly.
“Hehe… That’s nothing. This is where the real strength is!” The rogue and the poisoness together were indeed a match made in heaven. Qiao San took Yu Fei’s delicate hand and guided it downward. Instantly, his powerful symbol of masculinity was in her grasp.
A few streaks of red flared in Yu Fei’s eyes. As she fondled his strength, her thighs instinctively clenched tightly, squeezing her aching, tingling womanhood. She both loved and hated the man’s treasure.
Cruel desire began to swell amidst the sensuality. Qiao San’s eyes blurred with lust, his mind drifting, and nearly half an hour passed as the exquisite dishes on the table gradually disappeared.
“Ahh!” Suddenly, Qiao San’s face turned a terrifying shade of bluish-purple, and his abdomen felt as if being slashed by knives. “Poison?! You poisoned me! How could this happen…?”
His face contorted, Qiao San struggled against the searing pain in his chest. His narrowed eyes scanned the wine and dishes in confusion.
That was strange! He had clearly checked that the food and wine were safe. Why had he still been poisoned?!
“Hehe…” Yu Fei easily broke free from Qiao San’s embrace and gave the now-paralyzed rogue a hard kick. “You shameless rogue! I’ll have your limbs chopped off, lock you in a vat, and feed you the finest wine and delicacies every day until you drown in your own filth! Hehe…”
Yu Fei laughed heartily, clearly delighted. With a flick of her sleeve, she stood over Qiao San like a man, glaring down at him with deep hatred: “So you die knowing the truth—there was no poison in the wine or food. But the chopsticks, those chopsticks, were specially made by me just for you!”
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