"Ji Jiji..." Jiang Li sighed softly.

This was indeed a huge boulder lying ahead, an imminent one, the enemy they had to confront next.

Moreover, both the court and the Dinghu Sect had lost their greatest reliance—the Supreme ones.

The Emperor was out of the picture, and the Sect Leader had already led the rebellion, both Supreme ones were gone; what maintained stability now was only because the Great Venerable had trapped Ji Jiji in Wushan.

'Compared to me, big brother is truly the one with wolfish ambitions,' Jiang Li couldn't help but feel.

Furthermore, although Feng Manlou had a somewhat lower family status, their marital relationship was harmonious, unlike his own...

Jiang Li turned his gaze to Tianxuan.

And Tianxuan, with a calm gaze, looked back at Jiang Li and said, "The most pressing task is to resolve the Taiping Sect. The Water Disaster caused by Wuzhiqi is starting to recede gradually, and now only Shu County is still submerged in the marshlands. The impacts of the Water Disaster won't last long, and neither will the battle with the Taiping Sect."

"Disciple, I'm giving you two days to handle your current affairs; in two days, lead the Sect disciples to support Liangzhou. You need to achieve a great merit this time so I can help you reclaim the treatment you deserve as the Jiang Family Master."

Tianxuan was all business, discussing official matters with no trace of the expected flirtation—just the normal interaction between a mentor and their disciple.

When she finished speaking, a bright moon rose behind her, casting Tianxuan's figure into the moonlight.

"I need to rest now; you should go back."

She remained in the state of Primordial Spirit Emergence, and although her strong cultivation allowed her to be active for extended periods, essential rest was still needed.

So, Jiang Li left like that.

...

...

"Is that all?"

Gongsun Qingyue looked at Jiang Li with suspicion, "Just that?"

After returning, Jiang Li was pulled into a room by Gongsun Qingyue—not just any room but her own boudoir—where he had to face her questioning.

Jiang Li, righteous and unafraid of his own shadow, answered everything truthfully and recounted everything about his journey to the Secret Place without hiding anything. Gongsun Qingyue, after listening, said, "That's it?"

She thought she was going to be green with envy, but it turned out Jiang Li had indeed just talked business.

"Just that," Jiang Li nodded helplessly.

He sighed, took the initiative to step forward, and wrapped his arms around Gongsun Qingyue. He could clearly feel a stiffness in her delicate body that relaxed instantaneously, allowing her to lean into Jiang Li's embrace.

"Sister, I didn't lie to you," Jiang Li said with his head down, his breath reddening her earlobes.

"I don't believe you had no such intentions."

Gongsun Qingyue patted Jiang Li's arm but didn't resist; instead, after an initial discomfort, she found a comfortable position to lean into.

Nobody could resist Master Tianxuan's charm; Gongsun Qingyue didn't believe Jiang Li could. If Tianxuan ignored him, it'd be fine—Jiang Li himself could control the measure. But if the line had already been crossed between them, how could Tianxuan possibly ignore Jiang Li?

The scenes she had witnessed before were enough to show the intimacy between master and disciple.

"A man's nature, haha," Jiang Li chuckled, tightening his embrace, and said, "but I know what it means to seize the moment. No matter how good anything else is, if it's not mine, it's not real. Only what I hold in my hands is the truest."

Hearing these candid words, Gongsun Qingyue's heart was a mix of emotions, quite verklempt.

She thought their relationship as mentor and student was merely a bit flirtatious, unaware that he had already been completely consumed.

'With Master's skills, if she really made a move, I'd hardly stand a chance,' Gongsun Qingyue thought to herself.

Just a little trick had left her suspicious and paranoid, and in the end, Tianxuan hadn't done anything—it was all her own fears.

At this moment, Gongsun Qingyue once again recalled the fear of being manipulated since childhood.

It was only recently, by facing off with Jiang Li directly and winning a few times, that she felt any confidence. But if it came to an outright confrontation, Gongsun Qingyue would have no chance.

As for Jiang Li... this tender grass had already been tasted; how could he possibly resist a second time? If he hadn't been 'eaten' before, Gongsun Qingyue might still have confidence to prevent it, but now that he had... Other things aside, as for Jiang Li, if he learned the truth, how could he just sit there?

This guy, he was incredibly greedy.

Pondering this, Gongsun Qingyue brought up an idea that she had momentarily set aside.

—She was going to make a grand move.

Although she had never heard the saying that surrendering meant losing half the battle, her current thoughts were quite similar to this expression. If she couldn't resist him, then she would strive for the greatest benefit. She could let Jiang Li deal with that Old Demon.

'I really want to see if you can withstand the temptation of fresh grass.'

Gongsun Qingyue shifted her thinking, while irritably grabbing a salty pig's hand that was making its way downward.

"Wait a second."

Gongsun Qingyue disentangled herself from the embrace, pointed at Jiang Li's chest, and said, "Since you've been honest, your senior sister will give you a little reward tonight. Just wait."

Having said that, Gongsun Qingyue fluttered out of the boudoir like a graceful swan, leaving Jiang Li somewhat stunned in place.

"Reward?"

His senses revived, and he activated the wisdom of a Great Grandmaster to ponder the meaning behind Gongsun Qingyue's words.

Why did his senior sister suddenly become so cheerful?

And that reward...

For a while, a flurry of thoughts swept through his mind.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Li heard footsteps that were nearly inaudible.

The footsteps carried a woman's lightness, floating like feathers, yet the rhythm of the steps conveyed a sense of undeniable steadiness. From sound to figure, they painted the image of a woman exalted above all.

Then, the door slowly opened, and a figure stepped inside.

Dressed in a moon-white palace outfit, the hem sweeping the ground, her stance regal and elegant, she carried an intangible authority, with her hands crossed in front of her belly, looking dignified.

Although the complex dress was simple in color, it highlighted luxury, conservative in style, yet extremely unique, covering the body from top to bottom, the skirt so long that the toes could not be seen when walking, only the hem undulating like waves, and her face adorned with a jade-white veil, revealing only a hazy, delicate countenance.

"This..."

Jiang Li, staring at the exaggerated chest muscles, reflected on the saying 'Breast Recognition,' and nearly failed to recognize the person before asking, "Senior sister, why are you wearing master's clothes?"

Indeed, it was his senior sister, but with this attire, this aura, these manners, she was the spitting image of Tianxuan, coupled with a similar physique, Jiang Li almost mistook her for someone else.

So it turned out that Gongsun Qingyue had gone out to fetch Tianxuan's clothes.

Seeing Jiang Li's astonished expression, Gongsun Qingyue smiled faintly and spoke in a pleasant yet dignified tone, "Disciple, won't you help your master over?"

Jiang Li's form shivered, sparks seemingly flickering in his eyes.

Gongsun Qingyue noticed, and a slight tension gripped her heart, recalling the previous relentless battles, but what followed was an inexplicable thrill.

This was it. This was about nurturing the disciple's presumptuous thoughts, making him realize something was amiss, and then firmly handling the Old Demon.

I might lose, but you won't win either.

As she spoke, Gongsun Qingyue stepped forward, her stride growing slightly larger. As she walked, her skirt lifted, revealing a glimpse of exquisitely pale color.

That was her toe, as delicate as cardamom—she wasn't wearing any shoes!

A fierce flame suddenly surged in Jiang Li's heart.

The attire was plain white, luxurious, conservative, her figure regal, dignified, and aloof, but she was without shoes.

As the hem lifted, he could see cardamom-pearl-like toes, catch a glimpse of the soft arch of her foot, which contrasted strikingly with the attire and demeanor—a profound paradox.

It was as if the entire outfit was designed to accentuate this fine, jade-like delicacy.

No wonder her footsteps were so light; had Jiang Li not had exceptional hearing, they would have been nearly impossible to detect.

Jiang Li felt his self-control waning, even the Pure Yang Dao Heart unable to calm the surging tide within him. One thought dominated his mind:

Senior sister, you're really stirring things up.

"Disciple, if you don't come over, then your master will have to go to you."

A faint fragrant scent drifted over, shattering the last of Jiang Li's restraint.

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