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Chapter 36 - *The Tomb of Weeping Emperor (7)* [R18]

SQUISH!

"W…ha… wha…t…?" she gasped, each syllable dragging out painfully in the slow-time effect as her helplessness hit her like a brick.

Her thighs, already glistening with sweat from her earlier squirming, twitched under his hold, but her Qi reserves were about as empty as her last scheme, leaving her resistance about as effective as a wet noodle.

Beads of sweat traced down her cheeks, pooling in the hollow of her collar as her breathing quickened. He leaned in close, letting his breath tickle her ear.

With a mocking laugh, Su Xiaobai taunted, "Well, well, Senior Sister… how does it feel to be the one brought down by your own 'shortcut'? Acting all high and mighty, and now—look at you."

Pakh! Pakh! Pakh!

Each rhythmic thrust of his "weapon of justice" drove into the space between her thighs, sending a scorching wave of Yang Qi up through her legs.

Her traitorous body responded, thighs instinctively clamping around his "righteous staff," her face a whole shade of red as she tried to stifle the humiliating sensations.

"A…a…ah…ahh!" Sounds slipped from her lips against her will, her expression twisting between shame and unwanted pleasure, breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

The heat and friction were unbearable, her body betraying her in ways she couldn't control, each pulse of his Qi stoking the uncomfortable warmth building within her.

With a smile plastered on his face, Su Xiaobai leaned in, letting the suspense hang build in the air as he savored every delicious second of her wide-eyed, horrified stare, building up to his grand finale.

And then—

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

Without so much as a warning, a thick white stream of 'pure Yang essence' shot forth like it had a personal vendetta, splattering right across her face, tangling in her perfect hair, and dripping down her bare shoulders in thick, gooey trails that left nothing to the imagination.

"..."

Each drop gleamed with Qi-laden energy, branding her in a way that shouted her total and embarrassing defeat—no room for arguments.

Lan Meiyu, the untouchable Senior Sister, now thoroughly baptized in his 'Yang essence.'

She froze, her eyes going as wide as saucers, her mouth opening in silent horror as the warm, sticky stuff trickled down her face and neck, dragging her dignity through the mud one humiliating drop at a time.

"Y-you…!" she finally managed, her voice shaking with rage and disbelief, eyes blazing with a fury that would've melted steel if she still had an ounce of energy left to use.

The nerve! No one had ever dared lay a finger on her, and this guy just smeared his victory all over her like it was his personal art project.

Su Xiaobai leaned back, thoroughly amused, as he drank in her mortified expression.

He gave her one last patronizing pat on the shoulder. "Maybe now, Senior Sister, you'll think twice before trying to pull off one of your cute little schemes—and then trying to off someone for dessert."

As he turned to leave, he threw her one final glance, enjoying every second of her tear-streaked face and the fierce blaze of indignation in her eyes. "I… will… make… you… pay…" she muttered, her voice trembling, her face flushing red with a mix of anger, shame, and helplessness.

But Su Xiaobai just laughed, giving her a cheeky wave as he strutted down the maze, leaving her there to stew in her slow-time trap—and the bitter sting of her own failed attempt.

With a confident swagger, Su Xiaobai continued down the path, pretty sure he'd be the first to find the chamber's exit, snag the treasure, and peace out long before she even managed to scrape together her dignity.

Though the aftermath made him wonder for a split second if he'd gone too far, he just shrugged it off.

"Eh, the higher-ups gave me a free pass—they'll pull me out of the fire if this gets messy. I got this!"

With a confident stride, he carried on, whistling a tune as he went.

[E/N: Chill, folks! She's still a virgin—he just used her thighs...]

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Fifteen minutes later, Su Xiaobai strolled casually through the tunnel, his freshly changed robes sticking to his sweat-dampened skin.

His footsteps echoed softly in the dim passage, a steady rhythm masking the storm within his mind.

'The core of the formation is close…'

His pace quickened, the thought sparking a surge of anticipation that pushed aside his unease.

Yet, when the narrow tunnel opened into a vast cavern, he froze mid-step, his breath catching in his throat.

"No…"

The single word slipped from his lips, hoarse with disbelief.

At the cavern's heart stood Bai Yujian, a figure seemingly carved from moonlight, her presence too ethereal for the chaos surrounding her. The glow that shone above her body was both radiant and oppressive, warping the atmosphere with its quiet majesty.

In her hand rested a parasol—delicate in design, yet suffused with a power that made Su Xiaobai's stomach churn.

'How? I calculated every possible path… she shouldn't be here ahead of me!'

He clenched his fists.

It was always like this—plans meticulously laid out, only to crumble at the last moment.

Was it fate? Coincidence?

Or just some twisted rule that ensured his efforts would never yield victory without blood and humiliation?

Bai Yujian's gaze seemed distant, as though her thoughts were elsewhere.

That serene stillness might have fooled others, but Su Xiaobai knew better. Beneath the surface lay a storm, its fury coiled and waiting.

'Does she know? Did she sense… what happened with Lan Meiyu?' His paranoia clawed at the edges of his mind, spinning webs of suspicion.

Sweat beaded on his brow despite the chill in the cavern.

'Is this some kind of joke? First, they throw a formation at me. Now, her?'

'Have you bastards abandoned me already?' Frustrated, he couldn't help but glance upward, half-expecting divine punishment.

And then she moved.

With a flick of her wrist, the parasol began to spin, and in that instant, an eruption of sword intent split the air.

BOOM!

The energy surged forward, brilliant and bright, shredding the seals guarding the formation's core like paper.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The cavern quaked violently. Su Xiaobai staggered back, his arms rising to shield his face as the oppressive force of her mastery pressed down on him.

The razor-sharp purity of her sword intent filled the air, its overwhelming precision leaving no room for doubt—this was perfection honed to an unimaginable degree.

His gaze locked onto the parasol in her hand, confusion flickering across his features.

'A sword? That doesn't even look like a sword! Who in their right mind uses that as a weapon?'

As if hearing his thoughts, Bai Yujian turned her piercing gaze toward him. Her voice rang out, cold and steady.

"This is the White Jade Sword," she said, lifting the parasol in a fluid motion. "A weapon that severs both seals and arrogance alike."

Su Xiaobai's chest tightened, unease sinking its claws deeper. The third chamber was already open, and the spatial treasure he sought would now fall into her hands. Negotiating with her was a death wish.

Even worse, he couldn't shake the feeling that she had known of his presence all along, playing her part to perfection while he stumbled through the ruins like a pawn.

Creak…

The cavern groaned under the strain of her unleashed energy, jagged cracks racing across its walls. The oppressive silence dissolved into chaos as the ground buckled beneath his feet. Massive stones crashed down, filling the air with choking dust and debris. The broken formation's energies lashed out wild pulling at his robes with a violent frenzy.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

"It's all collapsing…" Su Xiaobai thought grimly, his instincts screaming at him to move. He bolted toward the newly revealed exit, weaving through the falling rubble with desperate precision.

"There!"

"The exit!"

"Move!"

Panicked cries from Xiantian Sect disciples echoed around him as they scrambled to escape. Freed from the temporal formation's clutches, they ran as though hell itself nipped at their heels.

Among them was Lan Meiyu, her sweat-soaked hair plastered against her face as she glared at him with unmasked fury.

"Damn you!" she shouted, her voice cutting through like a hot whip.

Su Xiaobai didn't dare look back.

BAM!

He slid beneath a collapsing beam, the shockwave hurling him forward. With a final desperate lunge, he cleared the exit and tumbled to the ground outside.

Breathless, he sprawled on the dusty earth, his robes tattered and caked with grime. Behind him, the mountain let out one last groan before the collapsing tunnel sealed itself entirely.

Su Xiaobai stared at the sky, his chest heaving. His fingers curled into the dirt, frustration bubbling to the surface.

'Why is it always like this? No matter how carefully I plan, this world tilts the board just enough to leave me one step behind.'