novelraw Chapter 80 : Good—Dog!
Chapter 80 : Good—Dog!
Chapter 80: Good—Dog!
Huangmei Courtyard.
The bamboo behind the back mountain grew densely—so densely that even the wind could barely squeeze through. A winding gravel path curved through it, more than half-covered by fallen leaves.
Insects chirped, birds sang. Quiet and serene.
The house consisted of two connected rooms, the outer room serving as a sort of main hall.
Inside the inner room—
Fang Chang held a bowl of blood-red Yin Corpse food in his hand as he looked down at the Tai Sui before him.
The little Tai Sui appeared around twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
Plump and fair-skinned, like a New Year painting beauty freshly lifted from water, carrying a faint, indescribable fragrance upon her body.
She sat carelessly atop a small stool, her clothes properly worn, a section of creamy white neck exposed at the collar.
Her skirt spread apart from her legs being opened wide. She tilted her head upward, a trace of yearning appearing within her empty, soulless expression.
Her eyes stared fixedly at the food in Fang Chang’s hand, so excited she could barely sit still.
From time to time she even reached out to grab it, brazen and unruly.
“NO! NO! If you don’t calm down, you won’t get any!”
“Tai Sui, sit, sit! Sit properly!”
“How did your Martial Aunt Zhang teach you to sit? A girl’s legs should stay together, not spread this wide.”
“Same rule as before—if you don’t sit properly, you get nothing!”
The Tai Sui was deeply stimulated by the words “get nothing.”
She forced herself back onto the stool, making soft humming noises in her throat that sounded oddly cute.
But Fang Chang still refused to let her off.
He raised a hand toward her.
“Hand.”
Without thinking, the Tai Sui obediently placed her creamy jade-like hand into his palm.
“Good dog. The other hand.”
The Tai Sui instantly became happy. Her humming grew more obvious as she eagerly offered her other hand as well.
“Good——dog!”
Satisfied, Fang Chang handed the Yin Corpse food over to her.
She truly resembled a starving dog scrambling for food.
The moment she received the bowl, she poured it straight down her throat, like a starving ghost had possessed her.
“Benefactor Fang.”
Zhang Su still possessed that utterly improper figure.
Her monk robes were tailored loose, yet stretched tightly across her chest. The cinched waist outlined beautiful curves, while the robe behind was filled completely by the fullness of her hips.
She spoke weakly:
“Please refrain from calling her a good dog. The 《Brahma Net Sutra》 says all living beings possess Buddha nature... Though she is not human, she still should not be lightly humiliated.”
She did not dare openly express dissatisfaction. Her lowly family position within the household was already firmly established.
Perhaps her status was not even as high as the little Tai Sui’s.
“And what difference is there between her and a dog?”
Zhao Yuntong sneered.
Her skin was pale almost to transparency, faint blue veins visible beneath it in the sunlight.
She wore a pomegranate-red cross-collared narrow-sleeved top covered by mud-gold gauze silk, her skirt spread dazzlingly around her like a brilliant phoenix.
At this moment, she sat cross-legged upon the bed, the embroidered cloud-patterned tip of her shoe nudging the little Tai Sui’s back.
“Tsk tsk tsk—”
The little Tai Sui had already licked the bowl of blood essence completely clean.
Hearing Zhao Yuntong call her, she reacted immediately.
Eagerly, she buried her head into Zhao Yuntong’s chest. Her nose rubbed against those lush soft mounds, squeezing the flesh until it slightly overflowed from the collar.
“Good girl——”
Zhao Yuntong was amused into laughter, her beauty breathtaking beyond compare.
She was somewhat neurotic toward people, yet when faced with such innocent, animal-like cuteness, she softened considerably.
She pinched the little Tai Sui’s cheek.
“Remember this well. Intimate actions like these can only be done with women. If it’s a man—including the one feeding you blood essence—you absolutely must not get close to them like this. Otherwise they’ll shove filthy things into your body and make you wish you were dead.”
“Donor Zhao!”
Zhang Su stiffened, a faint blush drifting across her face.
“Don’t teach her such things!”
Zhao Yuntong sneered disdainfully at Zhang Su’s ostrich-like mentality of burying her head in the sand whenever trouble approached.
“This is no different from ordinary mothers teaching their daughters. If you react in fear at the mere mention of such matters, then when she eventually explores things herself, won’t she become even more reckless and lacking in restraint?”
“At that time, this poor nun shall naturally teach her to recite scriptures and cultivate her heart and temperament, and then she will...”
“And become exactly the same kind of lustful nun as you? Don’t think I don’t know. You were secretly listening again last night! Weren’t you?!”
“Th-this poor nun was not!”
Fang Chang ignored their bickering entirely.
Patting his aching lower back, he went to sit at the doorway to enjoy the breeze.
Recently, Tongzi’s juicing techniques had become increasingly formidable.
At the beginning, he could still rely on his freshly advanced cultivation to overwhelm Tongzi and produce all kinds of fragrant, passionate scenes of flooding waters and breathy moaning.
But in the end, she possessed the trait 【Dual Cultivation Genius (Gold)】.
Not only had her technical skill advanced explosively—
after not much time,
she had even forcibly broken through into the Fourth Realm and reversed the situation entirely.
This woman’s desire for revenge was terrifyingly strong.
She clearly remembered the suppression from before.
Now, whenever it was time to maintain the Corpse Puppets, she wanted it. Buying a new outfit? She wanted it. Accidentally touching hands? She wanted it. Even making eye contact for more than two seconds made her want it.
Such relentless squeezing of marrow and draining of vitality—
a brother wasn’t made of iron.
The wind brushed through the bamboo tops with soft rustling sounds.
The scent of earth, the faint bitterness of bamboo leaves, together with the half-lit scenery, all brought a feeling of peace.
Just as Fang Chang had said before—
he would remain at Canglan Mountain for quite some time.
Primarily to wait for the Innate Demonic Qi to merge with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, allowing the Demonic Seed to fully emerge and the world of Version 2.0 to completely stabilize.
Calculating the time now,
it was about due.
Suddenly—
bamboo leaves rustled softly as light footsteps stepped across dead branches, approaching from afar.
Fang Chang looked up.
There he saw Cui Wenxi slowly approaching along the bamboo forest path in her goose-yellow dress.
Their eyes met.
Her eyes curved like crescents as she revealed a warm smile bright as sunlight.
Fang Chang teased:
“Oh, so the Direct Disciple has arrived.”
“You’re annoying.”
Cui Wenxi laughed.
The Direct Disciple Trial had resumed two months earlier.
The four direct disciples were ultimately Cui Wenxi, Cheng Hua, Cui Jianghan, and Cui Sha.
Among them, Lei Zhuo—originally one of the greatest favorites—had lost to the dark horse Cui Sha of the Cui Family’s Fifth Branch.
Conveniently filling Cui Yinqiu’s vacant position.
Considering the upper echelons of the Cui Family had long known Cui Yinqiu was a mole, this was likely part of their plans all along.
Cui Wenxi’s return to the Dao Realm had caused the greatest shock among the disciples.
But fortunate encounters were hardly uncommon within the cultivation world.
Those paying closer attention were primarily the sect’s upper management.
Cui Wenxi also did not hide the fact that she had recultivated using methods of the Five Turbid Path, and Perfected Yue Xi personally examined her.
The result was astonishing—
there was actually no harm from Turbid Qi upon Cui Wenxi’s Dao Body whatsoever.
Canglan Mountain itself already possessed Five Turbid Path cultivation methods.
They were not particularly taboo, and since she was a member of the Cui Family, the sect naturally chose to turn a blind eye.
More importantly—
the Third Branch of the Cui Family had always possessed very few people.
After Perfected Yue Su and Cui Shuyu had “sacrificed themselves” during the night of the mountain assault, Cui Wenxi was the only capable cultivator left in that branch.
The sect intentionally wished to compensate the Third Branch, and thus completely closed their other eye regarding this matter.
They even came up with a slogan about “knowing oneself and knowing the enemy ensures victory in every battle,” encouraging disciples to broadly study and understand the Five Turbid Path.
Thus,
even if others knew Cui Wenxi had returned to the Dao Realm through the Five Turbid Path, they could no longer criticize her.
Cui Wenxi restrained the smile on her face and spoke seriously:
“One of the places you asked me to keep an eye on—the place called Twin Su Manor—has shown the situation you described.”
As she spoke,
she handed over a scroll document.
Fang Chang smiled and reached out to receive it.
Not bad at all.
The timing was perfect...
Suddenly, Fang Chang froze.
He discovered that what he received was not the rough texture of paper—
but something warm and smooth.
Lowering his head, he saw that Cui Wenxi had placed her hand atop his.
Within her eyes lingered traces of excitement and yearning that even she herself had not realized.
She looked exactly the same as the little Tai Sui.
“......”
Cui Wenxi froze as well.
“......”