Fairy, I am truly a virtuous gentleman!

Ning Yuan picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and smiled with a hint of regret. He muttered to himself, "This Green Willow Tea is made from top-grade spiritual leaves. If you had taken a sip, you wouldn't have been so easily misled by the Illusionary God Incense."

The boy sat upright in his original spot, relaxed and at ease, just as he had when he entered the room.

In contrast, Zhu Qixian below him had a flushed face and glazed eyes. She rolled off the table and chair and fell to the ground, her hands constantly stroking herself, looking embarrassed and unable to control her emotions.

With spring in full bloom before his eyes and estimating the time it would take for the medicine to take effect, Ning Yuan knew it was almost time. So he put down his teacup and slowly walked over to Zhu Qixian.

He coaxed gently, "Well, are you willing to admit it now?"

With tears welling in her eyes, Zhu Qixian stared blankly upwards, sobbing, "I confess, it was my evil intentions that led me to reveal Junior Sister Chu's whereabouts to you, all to ruin her image in the eyes of the sect's high-ranking officials... Please, kill me..."

These words were so delicate and powerless, as if she had lost all hope and given up completely. The beauty's posture was simply heartbreaking.

However, Ning Yuan remained unmoved.

He nodded slightly, then walked back to his seat, picked up the tea he hadn't finished drinking, and gently poured a few drops into the gap between her rosy lips.

However, Zhu Qixian quickly came to her senses.

She first saw Ning Yuan with a smile on his face, then hurriedly reached out to check again, and instantly understood everything.

"An illusion? When did it start...?"

Zhu Qixian's eyes reddened, her chest heaving violently, and she said hatefully, "You scoundrel!"

Having said that, he stood up, intending to disregard everything and stab the hateful white-clad youth in front of him to death with a single sword.

However, just as his natal magic sword was about to touch Ning Yuan...

"This photographic stone records all of our conversation, and there's more than one copy. Once I die, its contents will be spread... Even so, you don't care?"

Faced with the overwhelming pressure unleashed by the female cultivator from the Divine Palace, Ning Yuan spoke calmly.

In his hand, an unassuming, sparkling jade stone was shimmering with spiritual light.

"..."

A long silence followed.

Clang.

Zhu Qixian's hand holding her natal magic sword trembled continuously, and in the end, the magic sword still fell to the ground.

This time, she took the initiative to let go.

"Very well, don't harbor such murderous intent towards me. After all, if you had actually dared to make a move just now, the consequences would have been even more dire."

Ning Yuan added with a smile.

"Demon, you are a... demon..."

The woman cursed weakly.

Although she had never engaged in any magical combat, she seemed to have gone through a life-or-death struggle, her body was weak and swaying, as if she would fall at any moment.

Ning Yuan accepted these words without hesitation, saying calmly, "Thank you for the compliment."

Not only that, after Zhu Qixian gradually calmed down, he even took a step forward, leaned close to Zhu Qixian's ear, and whispered, "You are already excellent enough. You came from the mountains and fields, seeking immortality alone. The journey was arduous, and you relied on yourself for everything. If it were me, I might not have been able to do better than you."

Strangely, despite being in a coerced situation, Zhu Qixian couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of gratitude and resonance when she heard Ning Yuan's words of comfort.

At that moment, she was like a drowning person who had finally surfaced, breathing heavily and anxiously.

"I...I've already confessed, can you please let me go...?"

Ning Yuan feigned ignorance and asked, "What do you mean by 'let you go'?"

Zhu Qixian turned her head slightly, staring directly at Ning Yuan who was so close to her, and said weakly, "Don't let anyone know what's inside the recording stone."

If it were not long ago, Zhu Qixian might have chosen to perish together with Ning Yuan for the sake of the sect's kindness, the belief of a sword cultivator, and her own dignity.

However, one's initial momentum wanes, and a second attempt is futile, and a third attempt is exhausting.

After being manipulated and toyed with repeatedly, she has lost her pride.

Zhu Qixian was like prey that had stepped into a hunter's trap, struggling incessantly at first.

In the end, all he could do was watch helplessly as the hunter put the collar on him and slowly tightened it...

Ning Yuan was fully aware of Zhu Qixian's changing thoughts.

He said at the opportune moment, "Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, I can guarantee that no one else besides the people in this mansion will know anything about what happened today."

Zhu Qixian didn't give a direct answer. She bit her lip lightly and whispered, "And what's the price?"

Ning Yuan's smile widened even further.

"It seems that Fairy Zhu has finally understood the principle that there is no such thing as a free lunch. As for the price, there must be one."

His hands suddenly and without warning climbed up Zhu Qixian's slender waist.

Zhu Qixian's body tensed up instinctively, but fortunately Ning Yuan did not immediately go any further, so she slowly relaxed, resignedly closed her eyes, raised her snow-white neck, and let the young man do as he pleased.

Only then did Ning Yuan close his arms and truly embrace the delicate and fragrant woman before him.

He first buried his face in the beauty's delicate neck, taking a deep breath of her intoxicating fragrance, before slowly raising his head to meet her gaze.

Ning Yuan lovingly stroked Zhu Qixian's rosy and flushed cheeks, gently brushed aside the strands of hair on her forehead, carefully examined her pure and dignified face, and finally let out a heartfelt sigh.

"Compared to Chu Lingci, who only has talent, a female cultivator with unparalleled beauty like Fairy Zhu should be valued more."

Although Zhu Qixian felt an indescribable sense of shame every time Ning Yuan's demonic hand brushed against her, she was still conflicted and conflicted upon hearing this.

She should have been disdainful of Ning Yuan's insincere words, but her heart was deeply moved, even satisfied.

"Don't worry, I promised Lei Yunzi that I would return you and Chu Lingci to their families intact. If I were to take your virginity and it were discovered, wouldn't I be branded as taking advantage of someone in distress, ruining my image as a virtuous gentleman?"

Zhu Qixian seemed incredulous, raising her head slightly with a look of astonishment. But she eventually turned her face away and silently acknowledged the statement of the shameless person who was holding her body and whose hands were constantly wandering.

Before Zhu Qixian could even breathe a sigh of relief, Ning Yuan suddenly changed the subject.

"However, as the loser, you always have to pay the price."

Amidst her bewildered and confused gaze, Ning Yuan gently pressed his fingers against her soft lips, slowly caressing them.

"From today onwards, in public, you will still be the true disciple of the Taiyi Sword Sect; in private, you will be my bed warmer, understand?"

The man's hot breath gently sprayed onto Zhu Qixian's delicate and exquisite earlobe, causing her body to tremble.

"I...I understand."

"So what should you call me now?"

"Young master..."

"No, try another one."

Zhu Qixian forcibly suppressed the boundless shame and indignation in her heart.

A former disciple of the Taiyi Sword Sect, one of the four great orthodox sects of the past, and a lofty and unparalleled female sword immortal of the sacred land.

Now, before a young man whose aura was merely at the Qi Refining stage, she adopted a completely submissive posture, her jade lips slightly parted, and she sighed, "Master."

In the end, Zhu Qixian was pinned down by Ning Yuan's shoulders, and under that force that made it so easy for her to resist, she gradually knelt down...

Zhu Qixian finally realized that from the very beginning, she had never been out of Ning Yuan's grasp.

The moment she parted ways with her elders and fellow disciples and stepped through the gates of the manor, she was destined to belong to Ning Yuan.

This renowned son of the Grand Preceptor of the Great Li Kingdom is not as dissolute and ignorant as rumored. On the contrary, he will become the nightmare of these immortal prodigies!