Chapter 91 Can I do anything?

"Who's inside?" Hai Gu returned, and perhaps hearing Zhuang Jin Fu's raised voice, she was approaching.

Their lips barely touched before Ling Shu grabbed Zhuang Jinfu's shoulder and pushed him back, creating distance without much force. Zhuang Jinfu tried to kiss her again, but Ling Shu's hand held him back, preventing him from taking another step.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, the two stopped in unison. After the footsteps faded away and they heard the door open, they breathed a sigh of relief and continued their standoff.

Ling Shu sneered, "You think you can get close to me by trapping me?"

Zhuang Jinfu reached out to pry open the strong hand pressing on her shoulder, using her magic to absolutely suppress it. She hated herself for the three years she spent guarding Ling Shu's "corpse" after her heartless revelation, and for the dejected self she had become after rebuilding her swordsmanship.

If she had known earlier that it was a substitute, she would have been able to cultivate diligently, but there are no "ifs".

She had once vowed that the Path of Ruthlessness would not be broken for the sake of loving someone. She never expected that when she saw Ling Shu suspended in the air by magic threads, head hanging and lifeless, her unwavering Dao heart would shatter completely.

It cannot save the common people, nor can it save Ling Shu.

For three whole years, his mind was in complete turmoil, making it impossible for him to cultivate.

She wanted to relinquish her immortal position, but since it was something Ling Shu had earned with her life, she had no choice but to bear the empty title of the head of all immortals in the Shangqing Realm. Her strength was not commensurate with her position, and the more anxious she became, the less she could cultivate, to the point that she could no longer control her hot and cold.

Fortunately, Ling Shu did not die.

Fortunately, Ling Shu forced the Emperor to appoint the eight local gods, who then shared the responsibility of protecting the people during natural disasters.

It's not too late.

Zhuang Jinfu couldn't pull that hand away, so he gave up struggling. Although he was defeated, his immortal aura remained: "So what? I just want you to stay with me."

Ling Shu found it amusing: "Your Excellency, you've really gotten used to being an Immortal, thinking that everything should follow your will. Have you ever thought that feelings can't be forced on someone just because you want them to love you?"

Zhuang Jinfu silently turned her face away, remained silent for a long while, then suddenly took a step forward. Ling Shu anticipated her movement, his palm covering her lips, his gaze sharp as he looked down. Suddenly, he grinned mischievously, forcing her to back down: "Master, if you insist on sinking into depravity with me, it's not impossible."

Zhuang Jinfu retreated step by step, her eyes darting away; she wasn't used to Ling Shu's behavior.

Her lower back pressed against a cold, hard board. Ling Shu was still getting closer, forcing her to bend backward. With nowhere to retreat, she grabbed the ice coffin, steadied herself, and pushed hard towards Ling Shu.

It can't be pushed.

Ling Shu released his hand from her mouth and said, "You can have my way with me, but I have one condition."

Zhuang Jinfu was overjoyed, thinking she had changed her mind: "Tell me."

Ling Shu said playfully, "I'll be on top."

Zhuang Jinfu is a strong-willed person who will not allow anyone to take her dominant position. There are only two ways to win her over: one, by force; two, by her willingness.

As expected, upon hearing that Ling Shu was going to take the lead, Zhuang Jinfu showed a look of panic and unease, like a tiger that had lost its power and was afraid that it would be bullied without any way to fight back in the next second.

Seeing that she was afraid, Ling Shu insisted on going further. He placed one hand on her hand and, taking advantage of his larger size, half-wrapped her in his arm. He wrapped his other hand around her slender waist and pressed her forward. Zhuang Jinfu's waist trembled and her breathing became rapid.

Ling Shu's voice was melodious, and her pronunciation was alluring. "What, you panicked when you heard I was on top? You're afraid you'll succumb to lust and lose yourself, aren't you?"

The insolent words continued: "But if you're with me, you must abandon your domineering ways, relinquish control, and submit to a subordinate position so I can bully you."

"My Lord Immortal, are you willing?"

Zhuang Jinfu stared at her blankly, as if he had sealed his mouth shut, unable to utter a single word of agreement for a long time.

Ling Shu seemed to find it uninteresting, so she let go, turned around, and didn't rush to leave. Instead, she strolled leisurely around the ice coffin with a sense of novelty.

There was a long silence between the two.

Zhuang Jinfu finally spoke, giving a very reluctant "Mmm," "I'm willing."

Ling Shu crossed her arms and looked her over: "Are you serious?"

"As long as you don't leave me, you can do whatever you want."

Based on her understanding of Zhuang Jinfu, this was out of the question; agreeing verbally was one thing, but actually doing it was another.

In the past, Zhuang Jinfu allowed her to get close, but only because she had control over Ling Shu, ensuring that Ling Shu had no chance of taking the lead. She allowed Ling Shu to offend her, but she never allowed her to go to the last step.

"Okay, you said it yourself." Ling Shu walked over leisurely, and without saying a word, pulled Zhuang Jinfu to the ground. As she was about to kiss him, Ling Shu's heart was also racing. This was... the person she had longed for for a long time.

Filled with longing after three years apart, she kissed him without hesitation, licking, biting, and conquering his territory. She deliberately kissed him fiercely and heavily, hoping to make him retreat.

Zhuang Jinfu's long, slender neck was being swept by the hot breath, and she was not used to it. She tried her best to tilt her head back and avoid it.

Zhuang Jinfu's long, slender neck was being swept by the hot breath, and she was not used to it. She tried her best to tilt her head back and avoid it.

Ling Shu hooked her fingertips around her belt, wrapping it around her waist, almost pulling it off, while her other hand encircled her slender waist.

A cool breeze blew from the window onto Zhuang Jinfu's skin.

Zhuang Jinfu saw the ever-burning lamp cast his graceful figure on the wall, half of which was reflected on the ice coffin, covering the jade peak relief. The jade peak was entwined with a wisp of smoke, which carried the fairy figure and flew up to the Pure Land.

For three years, she prayed day and night that the person lying in the ice coffin would ascend to heaven soon.

The person in the ice coffin has not yet ascended to paradise. Here, in the "mourning hall" she set up for "her," they are neck to neck.

Zhuang Jinfu now felt like he was that celestial being.

The inappropriate intimacy stirred feelings she had never experienced before—a pleasure that could lead her into an abyss of desire. She instinctively became wary of this feeling, and the restraint she had exercised while cultivating the Path of Ruthlessness surged forth. Now that the Path of Ruthlessness had been broken, the fear of being exposed by the slightest misstep while cultivating it instantly resurfaced.

She twisted her body to try to dodge, but grabbed the insolent hand.

Ling Shu knew that even a simple touch had crossed the line against her own will. The fact that this act of defiance was orchestrated by a rebellious disciple she herself had raised was enough to make her uneasy. Ling Shu calculated that another act of blasphemy was needed to completely frighten her, so that she would let go and cease her obsession with loving her.

As she wished, Ling Shu released her hand.

Zhuang Jinfu seemed to have been saved and stopped twisting and dodging.

Ling Shu suddenly lowered her head and bit down.

Zhuang Jinfu visibly trembled, and his breathing became hot.

The fox released its grip and gave a sly smile.

Taking advantage of her panic, he directly tore off another restraint and pressed his hand against her.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

This is the time; it's ready.

Ling Shu withdrew her hand.

Five finger marks quickly appeared on Ling Shu's face. She didn't feel ashamed or embarrassed. For some reason, a sense of pleasure rose in her heart, as if some switch had been turned on. She found it very amusing to see Zhuang Jinfu, who was usually so high and mighty, frantically grabbing his clothes and backing away in such a disheveled state.

The mischievous fox held up the hand for her to see.

"The water is sparkling, Master is very powerful."

"Get out." Her eyes were glistening with tears.

This word "get lost" gave Ling Shu a handle to use against her. She stood up, looked down at me, and laughed, "Didn't you say you'd do anything for me if I wanted to stay? Didn't you say you were willing?"

Zhuang Jinfu's grip on her clothes gradually loosened, her cheeks flushed and burning. She had indeed said it, and she couldn't go back on her word.

Overwhelmed with shame, her neck flushed red. She lowered her head and gritted her teeth, saying, "Go on... I... I'm willing, it's you... I'm willing."

To Ling Shu's surprise, why would she agree? She used a hand-washing spell, lifted her skirt, and squatted down in front of her.

Pulling away the clothes she was clutching to her chest, her porcelain-white skin was slightly flushed. Her skin seemed very sensitive, with lingering finger marks on the soft flesh and some broken skin at the red spots. Ling Shu felt she had gone too far, so she applied a healing spell, restoring smooth and tender skin to the broken areas.

Zhuang Jinfu didn't bother to look at her own skin. She only felt that the burning sensation on her skin lessened a lot when the woman squatted down. She didn't dare to look up, staring at the ground beside her legs, letting the woman see all the scenery. She slowly let go of her hands, letting the woman pull away the clothes that were covering her.

She waited for Ling Shu's warm hands to grasp her arms and gently lay her flat on the ground.

The expected warmth did not arrive.

Ling Shu tied the thin rope of the undergarment back around her neck, then wrapped her arms around her waist and tied the rope behind her waist as well.

Zhuang Jinfu paused, gazing intently at her. The girl's gentle, affectionate eyes fell on her disheveled clothes. She first pulled up her clothes, which had been pulled down to her knees, and then found her inner garment, lifted her arms, and slowly put it on.

This is the Shu'er she loves.

Ling Shu is ambitious and prone to defying authority, but she knows how to maintain boundaries.

Zhuang Jinfu's gaze never left Ling Shu's face. As his traitorous disciple helped him get dressed, he tentatively asked in a low voice, "Not... shall we continue?"

"No, thank you."

Hearing a curt "No, thank you" felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, and she said hesitantly, "I'm sorry."

After she was dressed, Ling Shu bent down to tie her belt, and the back of her hand, which was tied with two knots, caught a warm tear.

Zhuang Jinfu asked her in a low voice, "Do we really have no future together?"

Ling Shu's heart clenched, unable to bear it any longer, and she whispered, "Don't cry."

Zhuang Jinfu said slowly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you to stay here. I just couldn't let you go."

Three years ago, when I saw you suspended in mid-air, without a breath, I hated myself for not saying sooner that you were a hero of disaster relief. If only I had said it sooner, the Heavenly Court wouldn't have wrongly killed you.

I'm so useless. I can't save the people, and I can't save you either. I'm so useless.

I could only bring you back. They all advised me to bury you, but I couldn't let go, I couldn't do it, I didn't believe you were dead.

Until yesterday, I saw you here. You weren't dead, and I was so happy. But as soon as we met, you wanted to leave me. I don't know what I did wrong, and I don't understand why the girl who said she would love me forever broke her promise. What did you go through in the three years you were away from me? I can't accept that you don't love me anymore. It feels like my three years of waiting were just wishful thinking on my part.

"I'm sorry, Shu'er, you should go." Zhuang Jinfu raised his hand and released the barrier. The door latch opened, and the door was wide open. The cool night breeze blew up the white curtains inside, and the pale moonlight shone in from outside, making the floor frosty.

Her eyes welled up with tears.

The person in front of him stood up, turned his feet around, and walked towards the door.

Tears streamed down her face, and she sobbed uncontrollably.

With a creak, the indoor light dimmed, and the wind stopped.

My vision blurred, and I could no longer see clearly.

Suddenly, a familiar, warm aura enveloped her, and a gentle voice came from beside her: "Master, this is the first time I've known that you love me so much."