Chapter 171: Disciplining the Bitchy Sect Mistress, and Feeling the Charm of Fatherly Love Like a Mountain (3)
"Sigh…"
Long Ye blinked, then just let out a quiet sigh.
She didn't look too affected—just a little downcast.
Being betrayed by her master… she'd already sensed it long ago.
After all, in the demonic sect, bonds between master and disciple were nothing like those of the righteous path.
This situation largely existed because competition in the demonic path was far more intense.
Resources were limited, and everyone wanted them. Naturally, there was no such thing as letting others have their share.
Especially when her talent far surpassed her master's—it made perfect sense that they were deeply afraid of her.
"A mediocre person invites no envy." This phrase was most vividly embodied within the demonic sect.
Just as Su Qing was about to speak again, he stopped.
The expression on the witch's face had changed once more—it was obvious the switch had happened again.
"So boring."
The bitchy ghost woman pouted, clearly losing interest.
She hadn't seen the reaction she wanted, so she didn't let the witch take over again.
"Why are you telling me all this?"
Su Qing didn't mind, speaking with a casual smile.
He acted like he didn't care about the witch at all, completely at ease.
"You can't do anything to me. And I can't do anything to you right now. So why keep at it?"
"Why not turn hostility into friendship? We could even work together to some extent."
"Dragging this out won't do you any good."
"Gaining an ally is far better than gaining an enemy like me—don't you agree?"
The Sect Mistress finally revealed her true motive.
It sounded like negotiation, but her tone was full of arrogance and threat.
Between the lines, it was clear she thought she had Su Qing in the palm of her hand.
Obviously, the so-called cooperation she offered would only benefit her.
"Madam, did you forget your current situation? Need me to remind you?"
"You're talking like I'm the one who got captured last night and lost miserably."
Su Qing gave a self-deprecating smile.
This woman really had confidence!
Did she forget that last night, she got completely handled the moment someone stepped in, and left empty-handed?
"Pissing me off isn't good for your health."
The Sect Mistress narrowed her eyes—he'd hit a sore spot.
Last night's failure was a humiliation she didn't want to relive.
She'd descended with the aura of a big shot, expecting to bathe in their despair.
And what happened?
She got blasted into a daze by a massive formation!
Not only that, a fragment of her soul was trapped here, unable to return to her body.
She'd later reviewed the mysterious final palm strike from the heavens.
Judging by the feel of it—it might have come from a traitor she'd been searching for years!
Falling that hard—how could she not feel humiliated?
"Not a good idea?"
Su Qing laughed out loud.
Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand and brought it down hard.
A sharp slap rang out, echoing through the room.
"You… how dare you do this? Aren't you afraid I'll fight you to the death?!"
The Sect Mistress was stunned by the pain, confused and outraged.
In her mind, she had the upper hand—she had a hostage, after all!
She was in control, so how could he dare to act so recklessly, not even a bit concerned?
"I've always been someone who does whatever I want."
"You piss me off, and of course I won't be polite."
Su Qing spoke in a relaxed tone.
As he spoke, he casually took out a little item he'd already prepared.
He had expected this scene, so he'd come prepared.
His little tool was perfect for a bit of well-deserved punishment.
It was a plain leather whip—nothing fancy, but very sturdy.
Once it came out, no one would mistake what was about to happen.
"Su, do you really not care about how that little girl feels?"
"What if, while you're whipping me, I hand her the control? Could you really bring yourself to keep going?"
The Sect Mistress spoke urgently, seeing he was about to go through with it.
It wasn't the pain she feared—it was the humiliation!
She was the real-deal head of the demonic sect, one of its supreme leaders.
This mission had already gone horribly wrong. To top it off with a whipping?
If others found out, her dignity would be in tatters!
"Madam, let me put it this way. Whether it's you or Long Ye, it makes no difference."
"Whipping you is revenge. Whipping her is kink."
"With the kind of relationship we have, a little kink like that isn't a big deal."
"No need to overthink it. As long as it hurts you—that's all that matters."
Su Qing spoke righteously.
With a mischievous grin, he rolled up his sleeves like he was about to go all in.
The poor, helpless, suppressed little witch was completely dumbfounded.
What the hell kind of relationship did they have to call that kink?
"I'm warning you—if you dare do this…"
Before she could finish, Su Qing flipped her over and pinned her down.
Her slender, beautiful legs struggled, but the shackles rendered them useless.
At that moment, she truly had no way to resist.
"If I do it, what exactly are you gonna do?"
Su Qing spoke while already raising his hand.
He looked like a father teaching a naughty daughter—natural and practiced.
The Sect Mistress instantly handed over control.
"Su-ge… don't! Don't hit me!"
The witch took back her body, her voice trembling with urgency.
"How do you feel?"
Su Qing asked gently.
"It's not too bad, but I can't control my body. I really can't beat her."
"Maybe untie me first… I… I'm not ready for this!"
Long Ye's eyes were full of unhideable shame.
Sure, they'd had close moments before—but now there was someone else inside her.
It felt like being watched while doing something private—totally unbearable!
"That won't work. If I untie you, she'll definitely take control instantly."
"If you can't seize control, can you give it away?"
"That way, she'll be the one who gets whipped."
Su Qing ignored her request entirely and asked instead.
"T-That… I can do."
Long Ye paused, quickly understanding his plan.
Her soul wasn't stronger, so she couldn't wrest control.
But giving it up—yeah, she could totally do that.
Think of it like this: if both wanted the body, the stronger one won.
But if both wanted to give it up, the stronger one would be chosen.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Su Qing urged.
"Su-ge, just don't hit too hard… or I won't be able to take it."
Long Ye made a tiny request.
"Don't worry. I've got a way to tell you two apart."
"If it's you, just say, 'Daddy, I was wrong.' Then I'll go easy."
"With that proud attitude of hers, there's no way she'd ever say that. I won't hit the wrong one."
Su Qing had already figured out the perfect solution.
Punishment and kink—those two couldn't be confused.