Chapter 56: She is completely corrupted.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The heavy stone door of the chamber rattled under thunderous knocks, the sound echoing down the long corridor with ferocious force—clearly no friendly visitor, likely some impatient big shot.
On the bed, Xie Qiyang was in full seductress mode, her eyes gleaming mischievously, her delicate hands wandering toward Li Tianxing.
His body was taut, trembling like a drawn bowstring, and the pounding on the door was a lifeline.
With a yelp like a cat with its tail stepped on, he sprang from the bed, fumbling to throw on clothes, stammering excuses:
“Wife, my lady, my ancestor! Not now! We’ve got to pause… this primal workout. Serious business outside! Huge business!”
Xie Qiyang wasn’t letting him escape that easily.
Her hand shot out, grabbing his sleeve, her lips pouting, her fox-like eyes misting with feigned grievance:
“Hm? Wasn’t it you swearing last night to ‘show me who’s boss’? All that big talk, and now, before dawn’s even fully broken, you’re ready to bolt? What, am I a man-eating tiger or something?”
Her face fell, her resentful expression paired with a self-taught, heart-melting pout, its lethality maxed out.
She knew exactly how to handle someone like Li Tianxing, who cared for her. Hard resistance wouldn’t work—play weak, take the blame, and he’d melt.
No proof, but her gut told her he’d eat this up.
Sure enough, his resolute retreat faltered visibly.
Sighing, he turned back, resigned, pulling the troublesome seductress into his arms, his tone a mix of helplessness and indulgence:
“My ancestor, it’s really not the time! The Netherancient Heavenly Venerable’s massive inheritance is opening. Our little world for two has to wait.”
Xie Qiyang looped her arms around his neck, draping herself bonelessly against him, her cheek nuzzling his chest, humming carelessly:
“So it’s open, big deal. Oh, wait—didn’t you say something cryptic about me playing along with some act? Where’s the act? I’ve got my performance ready, and this is it?”
Li Tianxing scratched the back of his head awkwardly, his smile uglier than a grimace:
“Cough… miscalculation, total miscalculation. Who’d have thought Tianze was reborn too? All my careful plans—down the drain.”
“I thought, reborn, I’d steamroll everything, climb to the peak with ease. But… ugh, it’s all tears.”
“Heroes of the world are like stars in the sky—can’t underestimate them.”
He paused, then rallied:
“But don’t worry, our shot at grabbing that inheritance is better than those outsiders.”
“Those people?”
Xie Qiyang lifted her head from his chest, blinking her big eyes.
“You bet.”
Li Tianxing’s brows knotted.
“Tons of them—holy lands, imperial clans, the works. They’ve even brought out their trump-card imperial weapons.”
“If we waltz in, thinking we’ll swipe the Netherancient Heavenly Venerable’s treasures and inheritance, tch, it’s a long shot.”
Xie Qiyang leaned back against his chest, her fingers lazily tracing circles on his collar.
Since that night, she’d noticed she was less inclined to think for herself—someone else was there to worry and scheme for her.
Ah, lying flat is the life.
She drawled lazily, “You’ve got a plan, right?”
“Of course!”
Li Tianxing’s lips curled into a sly grin.
“As they say, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. But the dirty work? Not for us. The village elders—”
“Those old foxes have been pros at ambushing and scheming since their youth. Let them handle the holy lands and imperial clans—perfect match.”
“Then what do we do?”
Xie Qiyang asked, her hands and feet growing restless again, teasing subtly.
Li Tianxing quickly grabbed her wandering hands, clearing his throat:
“We play the part of an ordinary… couple. Blend into the crowd and strike when the time’s right!”
“C-Couple?”
Xie Qiyang’s eyes lit up, the “blend into the crowd” part auto-filtered.
She snapped her head up, a cunning glint in her eyes, her finger poking his solid chest, her voice sweet and sticky:
“Husband~~ If we’re playing couple, shouldn’t we… rehearse a bit? Deepen our ‘couple vibes’?”
She’d completely tossed her earlier aversion to “being taken” out the window.
What was the point?
The forbidden, reckless thrill was addictive—once tasted, even immortals would fall, let alone her with her shaky willpower.
“My lady, don’t you think you’re… not quite yourself anymore? Hard cultivation is the true path!”
Li Tianxing looked pained.
Xie Qiyang fell silent. He had a point.
How had one night turned her into a different person, mastering coy expressions overnight?
She used to instinctively recoil at the idea of “being taken.”
What was wrong with her?
Am I possessed by a succubus?
Pondering, she pinpointed the reasons.
First, Li Tianxing’s androgynous beauty outshone every woman from her past life.
Second, and most critical, the sensation of breaking through was intoxicating.
That moment of hitting the Innate Realm… unforgettable, a bliss she wished could last forever.
Her tongue flicked across her lips, and she pounced on Li Tianxing.
“No, no, no! My lady, my ancestor, mercy!”
He nearly jumped out of his skin, his face screaming “coward.”
“I’m… not in shape today. Really can’t. How about tomorrow? Tomorrow, I swear!”
Seeing his panicked, defeated look, Xie Qiyang’s heart swelled with smug satisfaction, her imaginary tail wagging high.
Like a seductive snake, she coiled around his neck, her breath warm, planting several firm kisses on his face:
“Fine, fine, look at you, all scared. Since my husband’s begging… let’s go handle business.”
“My lady, have you… let go of those things?”
“Past is past, let it drift away. I’ve got a new life now—what’s the point of dwelling? No matter how much I cling, I can’t go back, right?”
They were on completely different wavelengths, yet both thought the other understood…