Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 213 - 212: Reduced to the Business Saintess's Toy

Chen Shishi followed Jiu through a long corridor, arriving before a door carved with a bas-relief of a red lotus.

"Amitabha... Fellow Daoist, the Holy Daughter wishes to see me this late? Won't I be disturbing her rest?"

"Fellow Daoist Chen, just go right in. The Holy Daughter won't be able to sleep tonight if she doesn't see you."

After speaking, Jiu raised her hand, gesturing for Chen Shishi to push the door open and enter.

Chen Shishi's eyes narrowed. From Jiu's words and the strange feeling she'd had the whole way here, she could smell danger.

'Is the Holy Daughter really going to punish me for the trouble I caused in Xuanyuan City?'

'That woman, Shang Miaoyan, can't be that tactless, can she? I'm from the Elder Hall, after all...'

Chen Shishi took a deep breath. Since she was already here, there was no sense in turning back.

Whether it was a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, she would find out by stepping inside.

Chen Shishi gave the silent Jiu one last glance, then pushed open the lotus door and walked in.

For some reason, not a single candle was lit inside. After Chen Shishi entered, she was plunged into complete darkness.

CREAK—

The great door behind her slammed shut, making a disturbingly harsh, grinding sound.

"Holy Daughter, are you practicing some special Cultivation Technique right now?"

Chen Shishi wanted to curse her for 'being so melodramatic,' but considering the other party's status, she suppressed her displeasure.

'I should use this tactful phrasing to remind her to light the lamps. Who is she trying to scare, leaving it this dark?'

However, no sound in the room answered her. There was only dead silence.

Chen Shishi instinctively sensed she'd been tricked. She slowly backed away, trying to push open the closed door, only to find that some kind of Restriction had been placed on it from the outside. It wouldn't budge at all.

"Damn it, it was that little masked bitch! She set me up!"

Chen Shishi summoned the vast Spiritual Qi within her Sea of Consciousness, preparing to blast the door open with brute force and then settle the score with that woman calling herself "Jiu."

But when she tried to connect with her Sea of Consciousness, she discovered that the Spiritual Qi in her body no longer surged like a great river. It was as if it were blocked by a dam, with only a few tiny trickles seeping through.

"How is my Spiritual Qi sealed? No... I'm under an Illusion Technique right now. Someone outside is trying to harm me!"

As realization dawned on Chen Shishi, the darkness before her began to crack like a mirror.

The cracks spread out like a dense spiderweb until, with a crisp shattering sound, light broke through the darkness and flooded her vision once more.

A noble beauty, dressed in an ornate black robe embroidered with bewitching red lotuses, sat lazily on the main seat not far away, her legs crossed.

This woman was none other than the Saintess of their Yin Yang Sacred Land, Shang Miaoyan.

And as for herself—she was currently bound tightly by a red silk ribbon in the seductive style of tortoise-shell bondage, suspended in mid-air.

Although Chen Shishi didn't know why Shang Miaoyan was doing this to her, she couldn't worry about that now. All she wanted was to summon her Spiritual Qi, break the seal, and escape this place of conflict immediately.

'Once I get out, with the protection of the Elder Hall, I'll slowly make Shang Miaoyan pay for this!'

"Don't struggle. I already find you annoying enough as it is. When you squirm, you just annoy me even more~"

The soft, alluring voice, laced with contempt, poured into Chen Shishi's ears like ice water, sending a chill through her heart and giving her a terrible premonition.

Sure enough, the next moment, she felt a piercing pain between her brows that seemed to bore straight into her mind. Chen Shishi's eyes flew wide as she let out a pained cry.

"It seems I'm quite a good shot, even with my eyes closed."

Shang Miaoyan opened her beautiful eyes, looking with satisfaction at the silver needle, as fine as a hair, that had pierced Chen Shishi's brow.

"Holy Daughter... you, why are you doing this to me!"

Feeling the intense, piercing pain between her eyebrows, beads of sweat as large as peas formed on her forehead, dripping one by one down her pretty face and onto the floor.

"What's wrong with me doing this to you? Of course, I'm punishing you on behalf of the Xuanyuan City Law Enforcement Office. You didn't really think I sent someone to bail you out just for everything to be forgotten, did you?"

Shang Miaoyan pulled another silver needle from her elegant hair. Her eyes narrowed as she took aim at Chen Shishi.

Her lazy expression began to contort as she gritted her teeth.

"My Xiaohan... letting you even look at him was being generous. You actually wanted to steal my man? You're courting death!"

WHOOSH—

Shang Miaoyan flicked her elegant fingers, and the silver needle shot out.

"AAAAAHHH—!!"

Chen Shishi let out an unprecedented wail. The pain from this needle was dozens of times worse than the one in her forehead; it felt like it was about to tear her apart!

Hearing Chen Shishi's screams, Shang Miaoyan nodded in satisfaction. 'What a pleasant sound,' she thought. 'Any woman who covets my Xiaohan should be wailing so hideously before me.'

'If that bitch Lu Ruoxi were hanging here right now, letting me stick her with needles, I'd be at least ten times more delighted.'

She clapped her hands lightly, and Jiu, wearing the lotus-marked mask, emerged from the darkness behind her.

Well aware of the Holy Daughter's twisted tastes, she knew that at times like this, her mistress needed a cup of fine wine to savor along with her enemy's screams.

Thus, she had already prepared the blood-red Spirit Wine and now placed it in Shang Miaoyan's hand.

"Jiu, you did a great service by following Xiaohan and successfully bringing this infatuated fool to justice. I will reward you for this later."

"Thank you, Holy Daughter."

Shang Miaoyan swirled the glass, watching the crimson liquid ripple within. She took a small sip and gestured for Jiu to leave.

Meanwhile, Chen Shishi's sweat had completely soaked her robes. The already loose garments had begun to slip down from her struggles, revealing her fragrant shoulders and an impressive cleavage.

At the same time, she had clearly heard what Shang Miaoyan just said.

'The Holy Daughter... is actually involved with the Cold Sun Sword Immortal, Pei Yuhang?!'

Chen Shishi understood in an instant. The reason Shang Miaoyan was torturing her was that she had hunted the wrong prey and almost managed to steal the Holy Daughter's man.

After understanding the reason for her downfall, the Beautiful Nun hastily begged for mercy:

"Holy Daughter, I understand where I went wrong now. I will never go near Peng Sword Immortal again..."

"Did I give you permission to speak? How dare you say Xiaohan's name with that mouth of yours, which has tasted who knows how much inferior filth!"

Shang Miaoyan shot out several more silver needles, aiming for the acupoints on Chen Shishi's body that would cause the most pain, and flicked them out in an instant.

"AAAAAHHH—!!"

Listening to the scream that was already turning hoarse, Shang Miaoyan took a sip of her fine wine, a slight blush rising on her cheeks.

'If only Xiaohan were here right now. I could lie in his arms and throw darts. Every time I hit a target, I'd give him a kiss. Every time I hit a target, I'd take off a piece of his clothing~ Hee hee~'

Shang Miaoyan took a few more sips of her fine wine, sinking into her beautiful daydream.