Chapter 280: Forcibly Taking the Heavenly Dao Lord, Stealing Immortality Flow, Third Nirvana (2)
The Heavenly Dao Lord finally realized where she'd lost. Silently, she closed her eyes.
"Xueyi, come give me a hand. Set up the tent."
Su Qing pulled various items from his storage pouch and said.
"Oh."
Ye Xueyi forced herself to suppress the joy in her heart as she responded.
She knew it! Something was bound to happen!
"What are you doing?!"
The Heavenly Dao Lord's eyes shot open.
That out-of-place action set off all her alarm bells.
Especially the tent—that thing carried some bad memories.
"You know why I didn't touch you last night? Because I was waiting for this moment."
"This kind of power... I want it too. So I need your body as a conduit."
"As long as I consume you, I can seize the half-body cultivation of your past-life saint."
Su Qing casually laid out his goal.
By the time he finished speaking, the tent was already pitched.
From this angle, the large bed inside was glaringly obvious.
Su Qing walked toward the Heavenly Dao Lord and scooped the big sister up in a princess carry.
There was no sweetness in it for her—only a chill down her spine.
Her sense of danger was off the charts.
She could tell he wasn't joking. He was absolutely serious!
Her pale hands pressed against his chest, straining with all her might to push him away.
But it was useless.
Her body was so weak, the struggle looked more like shy resistance.
"What's wrong? Getting impatient already? Doesn't feel good, does it?"
"It's like something foreign wriggling inside you. That sensation has to be awful."
"But don't worry. I'll take care of that little issue for you."
Su Qing gave a bright, cheerful smile.
He didn't slow down at all—already at the tent entrance.
Ye Xueyi stood silently waiting, head lowered, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Disciple... h-help me!"
The Heavenly Dao Lord had lost all sense of pride, urgently calling out to her disciple.
But the goddess didn't respond—didn't even lift her head.
It was as if she hadn't heard anything.
The Heavenly Dao Lord's heart filled with despair.
Clearly, her disciple had been brainwashed again!
That bastard—he deserved to die!
Yet she failed to notice the faint upward curve of her disciple's lips.
She looked... happy.
Mind control? Nonexistent.
The goddess had been completely lucid this whole time.
Ye Xueyi had heard every word of their conversation—and had no intention of interfering.
Protect her master? There was no point.
Because her master, given the tiniest chance, would strike without mercy.
That kind of master... was deeply disappointing.
She was the one who messed up. He treated her so well, and she still tried to destroy him.
He gave her so many chances, and she still refused to repent. She'd never change.
The goddess finally accepted something:
In her earlier thoughts, her master stood by his side as a lover.
But now... she felt the role of slave suited her master far better. And it was safer.
Reshaping her master into something that belonged to him—that was the optimal solution!
"You had your chance and blew it. Why insist on opposing me?"
"Not strong enough, but so stubborn. Honestly, it's hilarious."
Su Qing dumped the big sister onto the bed, looking down on her from above.
He understood her personality very well by now.
This Dao Lord seemed aloof and pure—but deep down, she was prideful.
Normally, that pride didn't show.
She acted indifferent, as if she had everything under control.
But his appearance drew out that hidden arrogance.
As a strategist, she could tolerate minor losses. But major ones? Unacceptable.
Especially when she was utterly humiliated.
Su Qing had not only ruined her plans but touched her disciple too.
To someone as proud as her, it was absolutely intolerable.
That's why she went all out, trying to eliminate him.
With that mindset, how could she ever succeed at fusion?
The Heavenly Dao Lord felt the weakness in her body and seethed with humiliation.
She never imagined losing this badly.
But she knew—worse was yet to come.
"Don't feel like talking? That's fine. Doesn't change what I'm going to do."
"I'm only helping with your body's discomfort because of your disciple. You should be grateful."
Su Qing said as he looked at the silent Dao Lord and sat down at the edge of the bed.
Ye Xueyi quietly stepped inside. Hearing his words, her lips curled into a small smile.
Yes, Master. You really should be thanking me.
"Nonsense! Stay away! Don't come any closer!"
The Heavenly Dao Lord used every ounce of strength to lift her slender foot and try to kick him away.
But that soft foot barely pressed against his back—it didn't move him an inch.
She was far too weak.
"Dao Lord, is this supposed to be a massage? Feels pretty good actually."
"Only, this isn't the right time for that. Are you ready yet?"
Su Qing grabbed that struggling little foot directly, smiling as he did.
This big sister's foot was flawless in beauty—there wasn't a single blemish.
Not only that, but the texture felt incredible, soft and boneless.
In his hand, it squirmed like a slippery little fish trying to break free.
But with his current strength, holding her steady was effortless.