Chapter 164: Reappearance Before the Master, the Goddess Bears Guilt, but Her Secret Snack Is Exposed (4)
The master-disciple bond was broken again, but it clearly felt different now.
The goddess no longer resisted, instead showing skillful cooperation.
So obedient... of course she deserved praise!
Ye Xueyi tensed slightly and bit her lip.
How could praise like that possibly make her happy?
Everything she was doing now felt like blasphemy against her master.
But to defy her master's will, to violate the sacred status of such a transcendent figure... it was exhilarating!
These were things she never dared imagine before. And now, having just stepped into her rebellious phase, she was tasting them—and loving every second of it.
Well, they say it takes three years to learn good habits, and just three days to fall into vice.
But... had no one really noticed any of this?
On Jietian Peak.
A curvaceous Taoist nun slowly rose from in front of her altar.
Her loose robe shifted slightly, accentuating her sensual, S-shaped figure.
That body was pure temptation—completely at odds with her usual cold and untouchable aura.
Her mature, alluring face was expressionless.
But in her normally calm, deep eyes, there was a flicker of disappointment.
There was no doubt about it—this little secret tryst had failed.
Or rather, from the last time, the Heavenly Dao Master had already sensed something wrong.
But at the time, she couldn't be sure. After all, she knew her disciple best.
Ye Xueyi was pure and upright. How could she possibly do something like that?
On a personal level, she didn't want to believe it.
But as a strategist, the Heavenly Dao Master always demanded truth and evidence.
So today, during their conversation, she paid closer attention.
And sure enough... she clearly picked up something off.
Not only that, there was a faint sound—one that would be easily missed if not listened for carefully.
Though muffled, it was unmistakably the voice of a man!
Then there was her disciple's slightly breathy tone... and those faint rhythmic sounds...
All of it together—even the most exalted immortal couldn't deny what they implied.
Unbelievable as it seemed, the facts were staring her in the face.
Was her disciple dazzled by the capital's temptations after staying too long?
Or had her never-before-tested heart been swept up by sweet words, and she willingly gave in?
Or... was there some other reason, something unknown to her?
In the end, the reason didn't matter.
Her beloved disciple had been defiled. That was undeniable!
The Heavenly Dao Master, usually serene no matter the situation, couldn't suppress her fury.
She had tended her cabbage for so long... only for it to be devoured by some wild pig?!
That favored minister really had some tricks!
She looked toward the capital, eyes flashing with icy killing intent.
Her expression remained calm, but from the ground beneath her feet, a strange change began.
The lush green grass within a hundred miles began to wither and turn yellow.
All from a single burst of rage!
But the next moment, she sensed something wrong.
The withered plants began to revive, returning to life.
The Heavenly Dao Master withdrew her gaze and lowered her eyelids, regaining her composure.
Natural law governs all. Anger clouds judgment and solves nothing.
She couldn't personally descend upon the capital. Confronting the Empress head-on wasn't wise.
But that didn't mean she'd lost her influence there!
Before her disciple left the sect, she had entrusted her with the Heavenly Dao Seal.
It was time to activate it.
She would personally test this favored minister who, though seemingly average, had become so mysterious and unpredictable!
This wasn't an overreaction—it was showing the enemy the respect they deserved.
Everything that had happened lately proved Su Qing's strength.
The Heavenly Dao Master wanted to see for herself what kind of man could make her disciple lie!
Back in the capital, Su Manor.
In a small prison cell, the protagonist was in utter misery.
Tang Xuan now understood what it truly meant to live through a year in a single day.
He stared unblinking at the window, desperately hoping the goddess would appear soon.
If she came out quickly, it would mean they had just talked—that nothing happened.
But as time passed, the light in his eyes dimmed.
A quarter of an hour. Half an hour. A full hour...
Two hours passed!
Hope vanished. Even a simp couldn't lie to himself anymore.
Could they really just be chatting this long?
Let's be real—even if it started with talking, by now they were clearly in bed!
Hell, if it were him, he wouldn't waste that much time talking either.
Especially with that bastard's personality—he was already getting handsy at the door.
Tang Xuan had no choice but to accept the cold truth, cursing endlessly in his heart.
That damned bastard... he was really this tireless?
No... it's all because the goddess was just too damn irresistible!
Any man would devote his entire soul to her.
Even lose a few years of life—it'd be worth it.
As these thoughts spiraled, Tang Xuan began imagining things.
That goddess outfit was burned into his memory, impossible to forget.
He pictured her lying under that bastard, moaning in reluctant submission...
Those long legs wrapped in shimmering silk, twisting and trembling...
The image made his face flush red with an unhealthy glow, arousal flaring.
Normally, getting aroused wouldn't be a problem. But with his injuries?
Disaster.
His lower half, already numb, suddenly throbbed with unspeakable pain.
Only those who've had their balls crushed know that kind of agony.
And this wasn't just any accident—it was a deliberate punch to the nuts!
Even a glancing blow was hell. This?
If he wasn't physically stronger than most, he might already be in the afterlife.
His body began to convulse from the pain—a reflexive response.
But bad luck doesn't come alone. The convulsions tugged at his other wounds.
Fresh blood seeped from reopened injuries, leaving him even weaker.
If he weren't the protagonist, anyone else would be long dead.
Even so, Tang Xuan wished he were dead.
Because... the damage down there? He could already feel it.
One side felt hollow. Clearly, it was done for.
He knew what this meant. If he didn't get treatment fast, then...
The thought overwhelmed him.
He coughed up blood on the spot, face turning pale as a ghost.
One more moment and he might really die.
And all of it... was because he just couldn't stop imagining things.