Chapter 147: Eating the Princess Consort, Still Can't Break Her? (4)
As a Grandmaster on the verge of breaking into Nirvana, her body had already undergone a full transformation.
Even her basic defenses weren't something ordinary weapons could breach.
Even if she cooperated, a weakling like Su Qing could never accomplish the deed!
"A man and a woman, alone in a room. What do you think I want to do?"
Su Qing shot back with a smirk.
"Master, you're so naughty. I wasn't prepared at all."
"But if you insist on forcing me, I guess I have no choice but to obey."
Princess Consort sighed dramatically, her voice laced with grievance.
She looked and sounded just like a helpless, respectable woman.
But while speaking, she made sure to show off her charms.
Her long legs wrapped in black fishnet stockings curled slightly, showing off a breathtaking curve.
Her hand lingered near her thigh, gently pressing her skirt down.
Her full curves looked unbelievably enticing.
She was looking forward to the brat's frustrated expression later!
At this point, she didn't care about physical contact.
Ever since meeting him, she'd been groped so many times, she was used to it.
Especially now that she was at a complete disadvantage, she figured being fondled was unavoidable.
As long as she could see that frustrated, helpless look on his face, it was all worth it!
"Don't think I don't know what you're scheming. You really think you're safe?"
Su Qing looked calm, unfazed.
Of course, he knew why Princess Consort was acting all seductive.
He was fully aware that with his current strength, breaking her defenses was nearly impossible.
But where there's a will, there's always a way!
"Oh? What does master plan to do, then? You don't mean using my hands, do you?"
Princess Consort raised her brow mockingly.
Her eyes were full of contempt, daring him.
No man would have the guts to nod under a look like that.
"Of course not. I know exactly how strong you are. I can't take you on directly."
"But for me, that's actually a good thing."
Su Qing suddenly smiled.
"Good thing?"
Her heart skipped a beat.
His good news always spelled disaster for her.
Every time he smiled like that, something terrible followed.
"Right before breaking into Nirvana, the body transcends the mortal shell and undergoes spiritual refinement."
"In simpler terms, your body is now a purified vessel."
Su Qing spoke slowly and evenly.
Princess Consort grew more and more confused. Why was he explaining this?
She knew her own body. What was the point of stating the obvious?
It made no sense.
"I can't break through your defenses head-on. That much is clear."
"But what if I avoid the front altogether? Isn't that a clear path forward?"
Su Qing grinned.
If you ignored his words, he looked just like a cheerful boy.
Princess Consort stood frozen for nearly ten seconds before the meaning hit her.
Her eyes widened, lips parted—she completely lost control of her expression.
Utter shock.
That's what he meant? Was he seriously saying that out loud?!
"Well? Isn't your master clever?"
Su Qing broke the silence.
"No! If you try that, don't blame me for dragging you down with me!"
She panicked, eyes flashing with fury.
She thought he was just being pervy, but this was way beyond that!
A person shouldn't be this shameless!
Just as she was about to lash out, the collar around her neck tightened.
A force wrapped around her, instantly sealing her entire cultivation.
Her Grandmaster-level strength—completely useless now.
"Hm? What's this about fish and nets? You talking about those fishnets on your legs?"
Su Qing chuckled, his hand naturally landing on her long legs.
The feel of them? As amazing as ever!
"W-What is this thing?!"
She tugged hard at the collar.
It had seemed like just a prop, but now it was stuck tight and wouldn't budge.
"Don't bother. That thing is a treasure I borrowed from the Emperor's vault."
"It may be an exaggeration to say it controls life and death, but restraining your cultivation? Easy."
Su Qing explained leisurely.
"You... You people actually have something this shameless?!"
She nearly fainted from rage.
Mention the royal treasury and people imagined legendary weapons and mystical artifacts.
But this?
This damn collar came from the royal vault?
"What nonsense. Appearance doesn't matter. Usefulness does."
"And right now, it's controlling a powerful Grandmaster, isn't it?"
Su Qing said seriously.
Who cared what it looked like? If it worked, it was priceless!
Princess Consort was completely speechless again.
Her frustration burst into full-blown panic.
Just a moment ago, she had the upper hand for two reasons:
First, he couldn't break her defenses.
Second, her power outclassed his.
But now? Both advantages were gone.
She was completely helpless.
The queen felt that powerlessness clearly and realized one terrifying truth:
She was now nothing more than meat on the chopping block.
That realization made her panic completely.
Even as a mature older woman, she'd never faced anything like this.
Her sharp mind meant nothing right now—she reacted like a frightened girl.
She could not suffer that kind of humiliation!
Her eyes flashed with fierce determination. She was ready to self-destruct.
She understood the saying, "as long as the green hills remain, there's no need to fear firewood."
But her pride wouldn't allow this!
She couldn't fight back, but she could still end herself.
"Aunt, there's no need to be so tense. Relax. I'm not some villain."
"Kindhearted as I am, I would never force a woman. You can rest easy on that."
Su Qing spoke gently.
For a moment, he became a beacon of righteousness, exuding saintly benevolence.
Princess Consort rolled her eyes at the boy's serious face.
Her suicidal determination was suddenly deflated by his performance.
This brat... he knew she might take her own life. That's why he said all that!
Not a single word could be trusted!
"You really don't have to worry. If I can't convince you, I won't lay a finger on you."
Su Qing promised, face dead serious.
"Then let's see how you plan to convince me. If you can pull that off, I might agree."
Princess Consort huffed.
She had completely given up pretending.
No one wanted to die. But right now, self-destruction was her only card.
It was the first time this queen, always full of backup plans, had found herself this cornered.
What else could she do but lay it all out?