Chapter 43: "...I am yours now."

She said she agreed, but Sang Ying had no idea how to cultivate or where to start.

She had only peeked at the illustrations of the secret manual a few times before, and had not studied it at all; she was completely clueless.

Thinking of this, Sang Ying leaned against the door, her fingers slowly tugging at his clothes. She looked away and asked softly, "Um, do you know how?"

After a pause, recalling the painful experience, she quickly added, "How about we read some books first... and study a bit?"

Xie Lingyu narrowed her eyes slightly, her fingers lightly stroking the slender waist beneath her palm, her tone unfriendly: "Junior Sister seems to be doubting me?"

Sang Ying looked up at him and blinked twice: "It seems like it's gone."

Her face was serious as she poked his shoulder and pointed, saying, "You hurt me a lot during that training session, and I even got injured. I still haven't forgotten it!"

Xie Lingyu: "..."

"OK."

With a sudden lightness, the young man picked her up, carried her to the desk, pulled out a chair, and sat her down on his lap, his tone neither clear nor indifferent.

"Take out your book, junior sister, let's read it together."

Sang Ying froze. "How could I possibly have such a book!"

Qingnian glanced at her slowly, not arguing with her about the issue, and directly rummaged through her storage ring, taking out her Hehuan Sect manual.

Sang Ying's ears turned red instantly, and she hurriedly reached out to grab his hand, "Xie Lingyu! Who gave you permission to rummage through my things?!"

The young man raised the hand holding the book, put one arm around Sang Ying's waist and pressed her down, chuckling, "Didn't you say you didn't have any, Junior Sister?"

Sang Ying was embarrassed and annoyed. "That was forced on me by someone else! It's all your fault. Back then, everyone felt sorry for me after hearing your story of young love. They gave me all sorts of love potions and love charms, trying to help me avoid getting a divorce."

Xie Lingyu was stunned for a moment; so that's how these things came about.

He thought she had found someone she liked, so she specially sought out these things in order to win that person over.

The dragon's tail emerged and expertly wrapped around her waist. He rested his chin against Sang Ying's neck, nuzzling her, and said in a low voice, "Then why doesn't my junior sister use her skills on me? Does she really want a divorce?"

"..."

Is this the kind of thinking a normal person should have?

Wouldn't normal people despise and loathe such low-class methods? That's how it's written in storybooks too. Anyone who uses such methods to get what they want from others is a villain, and none of them have a good ending.

When it came to him, he blamed her for not using love potions or aphrodisiacs on him.

Sang Ying grabbed his hand and bit it fiercely, her voice muffled: "Do you think everyone is as dark and perverted as you, locking people up when you can't have them?"

"and……"

She slowly loosened her teeth and lowered her voice, "After all, we are fellow disciples. If you really have a girl you like and want to spend your life with her, I shouldn't stand in the middle and stop you, making myself unpleasant to others."

The dragon's tail wrapped tightly around her waist, and the young man raised his hand to pinch her small face. His voice was low and displeased as it fell on her ear, "It's only been half a month, and you've already forgotten all about how I expressed my feelings?"

"...But if!"

Sang Ying certainly remembered what he said: he said... he liked her.

Even without these words, Sang Ying could sense that he liked her. After all, all she mentioned was divorce, and he went crazy and locked her in a dark room.

Although his behavior was a bit extreme, Sang Ying actually didn't dislike him. She had always felt that he liked her but it was all rather superficial, so his behavior made her feel that he cared about her.

The young man lowered his head and bit her shoulder, rubbing against it, "There are no ifs."

“Even if my junior sister falls in love with another man, I will not agree to a divorce.” His voice was gloomy and sickly. “...From the moment my junior sister drank my blood, she has been unable to leave me.”

"Junior Sister, don't you like Cloud Spirit Realm? The environment here is wonderful. We can build a palace here with no way out, just the two of us, and no one else..."

Sang Ying: "..."

"Well, what is it?"

She took the illustrated guide, opened it to the first page, sat up straight, and changed the subject: "I think we should look at this book and learn some knowledge first."

She was finding it increasingly difficult to keep up with how much he was changing.

His parents and clansmen are all normal, so how did he turn out so awful?

The young man hugged her tighter, his dragon tail holding her firmly in his arms, and he held a book in one hand as he read with her.

Sang Ying regretted it after a few seconds. The pictures in the book were just too... The clothes were very revealing, and the couple was hugging. She blushed and her heart raced just looking at them.

But then the young man whispered in her ear, "Junior sister, you only glanced at it a few times and then stopped. You understand it already?"

Sang Ying's ears burned so badly that she stammered incoherently, "Yes, yes, is it wrong to be exceptionally talented!"

She turned her face away, "So you should read it carefully yourself, and tell me when you're done learning."

The young man gently kissed her earlobe as she turned to the side. The moment her bright red earlobe was touched by his cool lips, the girl in his arms trembled.

He chuckled softly, opened the book, and asked, "Now that you know it all, junior sister, which method of joint cultivation would you like to use?"

"?"

Sang Ying was stunned. There were different methods for joint cultivation?

On second thought, there are countless martial arts techniques and styles from various sects and schools in the cultivation world. Sword cultivators, talisman cultivators, and alchemy cultivators are all different and diverse, so it's not surprising that there are different ways to combine them.

"Anything is fine."

Sang Ying's ears turned slightly red, and she randomly pointed to a page, "...This one will do."

The young man suddenly turned around with her in his arms, then stood up. Sang Ying, afraid of falling, instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly.

The desk was cleared away, and before Sang Ying knew it, she was already sitting on the desk. She looked up in a daze and asked, "What are you doing?"

The young man stood in front of her, his dark eyes looking down at her, almost completely enveloping her in shadow.

The scent of sandalwood is both cool and rich, much like the distance between the two people. Although they haven't actually touched each other, they feel a sense of closeness yet distance, but Sang Ying feels a strong sense of oppression.

She felt a sudden pang of panic and braced herself against his arm. "Xie Lingyu...?"

The dragon's tail hung down beside her legs, swaying slightly, the downy hairs at the tip brushing lightly against her ankle, causing a ticklish sensation.

He lifted her chin with his long, slender fingers, unfolded the book in one hand, and placed it in front of her, his tone unhurried: "What's wrong? Isn't this the way Junior Sister chose?"

Sang Ying then saw clearly what the page depicted: a female cultivator sitting on a desk, leaning back with her hands supporting her on the table, while a male cultivator leaned over and pressed down on her, embracing her waist and kissing her soft white rabbit tail.

The tail disappeared beneath the light and thin gauze skirt, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Her face flushed bright red. How could she possibly cultivate on a desk? This was clearly a proper place for grinding ink and writing!

Sang Ying pushed the book away and looked up, about to speak, when the young man pinched her cheek and kissed her, silencing her completely.

As expected, she was kissed until she was completely dazed.

Until I felt a cool fingertip on the back of my neck, I opened my collar, hooked my knuckles and loosened the red rope. The rope, which had been taut, suddenly loosened, and a cool breeze rushed in.

The chill jolted her awake.

Her eyelashes fluttered violently. She couldn't accept the images in the booklet she had just seen. In her mind, such things should be done in a more private space.

"Mmm..."

The light, thin undergarment fell onto the table. Feeling the finger bones move to the back of her knee, Sang Ying panicked and quickly pushed his arm away.

The young man pulled away slightly to stop kissing. Sang Ying's eyes were still wet with tears. She hurriedly grabbed his clothes and said, "You're not allowed to kiss on the desk!"

The dragon's tail wrapped around her slender ankle, the golden ring pressed against her ankle bone. Xie Lingyu chuckled softly and lifted her small face: "Why?"

Sang Ying looked away, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "It will dirty the table, and besides, the study is a place for reading and writing."

"This is my study, and I don't mind at all. Why is my junior sister already complaining?" Xie Lingyu said slowly. "Even if it gets dirty, you can just wipe it off. How could it affect your reading?"

Sang Ying had initially just felt shy in the study, but now, hearing his words and recalling the image of the two of them cultivating at the desk, and then him writing and reading at the same desk, she felt extremely embarrassed.

She gripped his arm tightly, crying, "No! You can't!"

"But what am I supposed to do here?" The young man's dragon tail wrapped around her ankle, his tone slightly resentful. He sighed softly, "Junior sister made her choice on her own, but now she wants to back out. Will she also back out of the joint cultivation later? So junior sister was just teasing me."

"...I won't go back on my word."

Sang Ying's eyes were filled with tears. She looked away and gritted her teeth: "In short, it can't be in the study. I can agree to any other request you have."

"Junior sister, are you serious?"

Remembering something, Sang Ying quickly added before he could speak, "But you can only cultivate once! No more!"

Xie Lingyu glanced at her lightly, "Okay."

Sang Ying was somewhat surprised by his quick reply.

She was prepared to argue with him and give in one more time, but she didn't expect him to agree so easily.

A slight weight settled on her shoulders as the young man draped his outer robe over her shoulders, enveloping her entirely in the scent of sandalwood.

Sang Ying wrapped her arms around his neck and was lifted up, carried away from the study, and walked to another room in the bamboo garden, where she pushed open the door and entered.

Everywhere you look, there's a vibrant red.

Candles, lanterns, flower petals... Wedding silk hung from the rafters, and the red gauze of the bed curtains shimmered in the moonlight, creating a hazy and dreamlike scene.

In that instant, it felt like I was back on my wedding night.

Sang Ying was still in a daze when the young man carried her to the bedside, parted the red gauze bed curtains, and placed her on the soft silk quilt.

He knelt on one knee by the couch, cupped her face in his hands, and gazed at her silently, the moonlight reflected in his dark eyes as if they held stars.

Sang Ying blinked suddenly, then exclaimed in realization, "So you were planning to do this three years ago when you got married! You pervert!"

"My junior sister was too young back then."

The young man chuckled, his cool fingers cupping her face as he lightly kissed her rosy lips. "That was all I wanted to do back then."

Sang Ying was stunned, and her cheeks burned.

She pushed him aside, rolled into the quilt, swept away the flower petals, took out her favorite pillow, patted it, and placed it next to his pillow.

The person behind her embraced her, a dragon's tail wrapped around her waist, "Junior Sister, do you still remember how to begin cultivation in the book?"

"..."

Sang Ying hadn't looked at it at all, so she had no idea what the process was. She started giving vague answers again: "Well, first do it like that, then do it like that, and then that's it."

Anyway, he saw it, and Sang Ying pushed everything onto him, "You do it. You said before that cultivation doesn't require my effort and I won't get tired."

The young man behind her chuckled, then, without saying anything more, reached out and grabbed her ankle, kissing her as he had done before.

As expected, Sang Ying was kissed until she was dazed and confused. All she could do was hug her pillow and hum. But not long after, the pillow was taken away and replaced with something else.

Warm breath fell on every inch of skin.

The surrounding water elemental energy was incredibly rich. Water lilies floated in the air, and a blue dragon swam in the lotus pond. Its tail wrapped around a water lily, and it opened its mouth to bite the lotus heart. Its long, slender tongue, like a snake, probed into the lotus to eat the lotus dew.

The rich scent of sandalwood intertwines with the increasingly intense scent of lotus dew.

The black hair fell on her collarbone, tickling her; the soft rabbit tail was pinched and bitten by her finger bones, as if it were a toy.

Her lips were kissed until they were rosy red, her eyes were red at the corners, her eyes were misty with tears, and her gaze was blank.

Until the young man grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear, "I've helped my junior sister undress so many times, shouldn't you help me just once?"

...How dare he say that!

Even though she tied it up so complicatedly, she still couldn't stop him; he easily untied it in no time.

Sang Ying was about to refuse when she suddenly remembered that she had just agreed to his request. She snorted and grabbed his belt, pulling on it.

The movements were careless and lacked any sense of atmosphere; they tore off one item and threw it on the ground.

She continued undressing him until he was only left with his undergarments. Sang Ying stared at the small patch of fair skin beneath his loose collar, then quickly stopped and turned her back to him. "I'm tired. You can do the rest yourself."

The young man embraced her from behind, his long fingers playing with her fingers as he questioned, "Junior sister, are you shy about looking at me?"

Sang Ying, a proud young lady who couldn't stand being provoked, immediately retorted, "How could that be?"

She turned around and ripped open the red undergarment in front of her, throwing it to the ground in a crumpled mess. Then she turned back, saying, "See? I just..."

Two seconds later, looking at the magnificent scene before her, her face instantly turned red, and she quickly looked away.

...Is that the dragon's tail?

I couldn't see it clearly, but it seemed to be a different color from the scales; it appeared to be pink.

When Sang Ying thought of his earlier doubts, she turned her head back and stared at his face, not daring to look around.

She snorted loudly, "What's there to be embarrassed about looking at?"

A few strands of her silky black hair cascaded lazily down her front, revealing large expanses of pale skin. The young man's dark eyes gazed at her unhurriedly, the pair of jade-like dragon horns on his forehead adding a touch of eeriness to his already stunningly beautiful face.

He took her hand. "Then what we're going to do next, Junior Sister, you won't have any problems, right?"

Sang Ying appeared calm, but her mind was a complete mess, and she could only speak on instinct, "Of course, don't you know who I am?"

"Yes, our Little Firefly King is the most powerful."

Sang Ying was very dissatisfied with the way the dragon's tail was used to coax a child. Just as she was about to speak, her palm was suddenly covered by the dragon's tail and pressed against it.

The young man rested his chin on the crook of her neck, his voice languid: "Junior sister, touch it."

Is this also part of the process?

Sang Ying, still half-asleep, tentatively touched the dragon's tail with her fingertips. The dragon's tail had a strange feel to it; perhaps because it was imbued with the spiritual power of the water lily element, it felt smooth and somewhat supple, and rather cute.

As she touched the dragon's tail, the young man watched her, his breath falling on the crook of her neck. The other dragon tail was wrapped around her leg, its smooth, beautiful, jade-like scales as translucent as jade.

Sang Ying's playful nature was aroused, and she reached out to grab the dragon's tail. Then she quickly realized that she couldn't hold on at all. What was going on...?

Sang Ying looked down curiously, then was instantly startled awake, quickly letting go and hiding behind.

But with the dragon's tail wrapped around her, where could she run to? Qingqing easily scooped her back into her arms. "Junior sister, why are you running?"

Sang Ying panicked and dodged him, saying, "Your dragon tail is just too... no good!"

She now finally understands why it hurt so much back then; it wasn't because she hadn't learned enough knowledge, but because it wasn't a good fit.

Xie Lingyu noticed that her little face had turned pale with fright. She paused, then thought, "Just a dragon's tail scared her? What will happen after that...?"

Forget it, let's wait until she gets used to it first. We won't reveal it for now.

He pulled her into his arms, kissed the corner of her lips, and whispered in her ear, "Baby."

……！

Sang Ying blushed immediately upon hearing this address.

These days, Rong Xueman always calls her Xiaoying, her darling. She didn't think anything of it, but Xie Lingyu always calls her junior sister. Suddenly calling her that made her feel extremely embarrassed.

The young man's voice was clear and low, and he called out to her in a sticky, husky voice, his warm breath tickling her ear.

Upon hearing that call, she felt the scent of lotus dew in the air become stronger, and she wanted to cover her face as soon as she realized what was happening.

Sang Ying's heart pounded wildly, and she succumbed to his charms without batting an eye. She let him kiss her, her mind hazy with her eyes closed.

She didn't even know when the young man took off the golden ring from the dragon's tail and put it on her wrist.

The moonlight outside the window is faint, shining on the shallow bay.

Outside the bamboo garden, the lake is filled with pale blue lotuses in bloom, swaying in the wind, with dewdrops falling on the water, creating ripples.

Sang Ying suddenly opened her eyes as her consciousness was jolted awake by the pain.

She instinctively tried to push him away, but before she could open her mouth, the young man kissed her, swallowing up the sob that was about to escape her lips.

Cool, long fingers slipped between her fingers, slowly interlocking them, tightening their grip, palms pressed together, leaving no gaps.

The heart-protecting scale pendant on her collarbone emitted a heartbeat, pulsating in sync with her own, thump-thump, almost burning hot.

Tears welled up in Sang Ying's eyes, and it took her a long time to calm down.

When he let go, she bit his hand hard, leaving vicious teeth marks on it, while sobbing and cursing him.

"Liar! Bastard Xie Lingyu!!"

She said cultivation wouldn't hurt, but she was in excruciating pain just now!

Never believe a man's word!

The young man was not angry, letting her bite her fingers as the dragon's tail tightly wrapped around her.

With his other hand, long fingers touched her face, kissing away the tears at the corners of her eyes while whispering in a sickly, melancholic voice, low and clingy, over and over again: "Junior sister, Xiaoying, baby..."

Sang Ying met a pair of vertical pupils that had somehow revealed molten gold, staring intently at her for an unknown amount of time, their emotions intense and profound.

A gold ring swayed on her slender, white wrist.

His cool, slender fingers guided her hand to her slightly protruding belly. He gently kissed the corner of her lips, his voice low.

"...I am yours now."