Chapter 282: Forcibly Taking the Heavenly Dao Lord, Stealing Immortality Flow, Third Nirvana (4)
In an instant, he'd reached the peak of Grandmaster!
After adapting for a moment, Su Qing opened his eyes, smiling as he looked at the Heavenly Dao Lord.
That devastatingly beautiful face so close—it was impossible to get tired of it.
"You..."
The Heavenly Dao Lord's eyes were filled with shock.
He had actually survived. He had truly stolen her power!
After the shock came uncontrollable fury.
All those years of careful planning—only to become this detestable brat's stepping stone?!
Thinking about everything she'd been through recently nearly made her pass out from rage.
"Feels pretty good. Just a little too full, need to digest a bit."
Su Qing's gaze roamed over this cold beauty, brimming with satisfaction.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling out his condition.
Though the pain had been intense, it was more mental than physical.
Physically, he felt fantastic—full of energy, ready for more.
And what was he ready for?
His eyes shamelessly raked over the Heavenly Dao Lord.
Compared to when she was clothed, her current appearance had lost its sanctity—now she looked delicate and alluring.
Snowy white skin was covered with countless red marks.
Not from anything else—every one of them was his doing.
During the pain, he'd instinctively grabbed things.
Her ridiculously tender skin showed every mark from the slightest pressure.
Like it could drip water with a squeeze.
Ye Xueyi watched from the side, peeking with growing excitement.
This master of hers, stripped of her usual aloof presence, looked nothing like before.
What she'd been hoping for had finally happened!
Now the only question—should she step in and help her master out?
The now-darkened goddess felt conflicted.
"Why do you know so much about me? How did you find all this out?!"
The Heavenly Dao Lord's voice trembled with disbelief.
She felt like even she didn't understand this power as well as he did.
Like how emotional fluctuations could cause rejection—if she'd known that, she wouldn't be in this state.
But he knew all of it. That's why he acted so confidently.
Even worse—he had a method to seize her power!
That life-preserving technique was custom-made for this scenario!
"If you want to know, take a guess. Even if you're right, I'm not telling."
Su Qing didn't bother explaining. Instead, he squeezed her cheek with a grin.
Older women had an obvious advantage over elegant dominants:
Whether hugging or squeezing, there was always a delicious sense of fullness.
The Heavenly Dao Lord nearly choked in rage.
Her face twisted with fury—she clearly couldn't contain her emotions anymore.
This was a humiliation beyond belief!
Her immortal power had been snatched by her enemy, perfectly manipulated by his schemes!
And her role in it all? A glorified door-opener and conduit!
That shame hurt more than losing her purity.
"Thanks, really. My cultivation's been stuck lately."
"But thanks to you, I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel."
"Don't worry. I'll take good care of you from now on. You just relax."
Su Qing spoke with sincere gratitude.
To the goddess, it sounded reassuring.
But to the Heavenly Dao Lord—already on the verge of breaking—it was pure salt in the wound.
She couldn't take it anymore. Everything went black—and she passed out from rage.
Su Qing hadn't expected that and stood there stunned for two seconds.
"Pfft."
The goddess's laughter echoed gently inside the tent.
Too bad the passed-out Heavenly Dao Lord had no energy left to scold her rebellious disciple.
In her mind, she was trapped in a terrifying nightmare.
She had once been a Red Dust Immortal, peerless and unrivaled.
No matter how strong the enemy, no matter how devious the trap—she crushed them all.
Until she met a boy.
All her immortal arts disappeared into him like pebbles into a lake.
She tried to run—but no matter where she fled, he was always there.
In the end, she had no strength left. She couldn't escape.
The boy came to her, and gently touched her neck...
The Heavenly Dao Lord's eyes slowly opened.
That terrifying nightmare still lingered, impossible to shake.
Thankfully... it was just a dream—
She stared blankly at the tent ceiling, then suddenly sensed something wrong.
A hand was lightly stroking her neck.
She turned her head in panic and slapped instinctively.
But the strength that once could move mountains and seas—now gone.
"Dao Lord, why so jumpy? Did you have a bad dream?"
"Your neck's beautiful. If it had a little decoration, it'd be perfect. I'll make you one when I get a chance."
Su Qing grinned as he spoke.
While she'd been unconscious, he'd taken the chance to recover.
Now that he was feeling great again—it was time to enjoy himself.
The pain earlier had been brutal. It was time to make up for what he missed.
"You bastard! You stole my cultivation—how shameless can you be?!"
The Heavenly Dao Lord screamed with fury.
Her state of mind had completely collapsed.
Just seeing his face made her blood boil.
"Dao Lord, why haven't you realized your mistake yet?"
"The moment you targeted the Southern Dynasty, your fate was sealed."
"You reap what you sow. It's time to stop resisting. Everyone outside is mine now."
Su Qing sighed.
He was a homebody at heart—never had grand ambitions to rule the world.
Everything today had been forced upon him.
If she hadn't caused trouble, he'd never have come here.
In the end, this was all on her.
As for stealing her power? He didn't feel the slightest guilt.
Sure, they might seem close now—but they were enemies.
Letting your enemy hold such power was just asking for disaster.
Leaving her with anything at all was already generous.
"You bastard! You'll die horribly! I'll never let you go—I'll kill you!"
Her roar was filled with impotent rage.
The once holy, detached beauty had thrown all dignity away, cursing like a common thug.
Too bad her normally high standards meant she couldn't even come up with decent insults.
Yep. This was the price of being too educated.