Chapter 66: Bai Li Got Drunk Too

“Mm… meow!”

With a soft cry, Bai Li transformed back into her small fox form.

“Hey… hey, Human, morning, meow!”

She scrambled to her feet, her big eyes blinking at Chu Huaizhou’s stunned expression. His unease grew. No… it can’t be…

Seeing him drunk at the spring, Bai Li knew trouble was brewing. With his early Nascent Soul cultivation, the fruit wine—now brewed for their own indulgence with lavish ingredients—could overwhelm even great cultivators. A single sip could hit him hard, potentially fatally.

Realizing the danger, Bai Li rolled over, using her spiritual energy to siphon the alcohol from his body. She tucked the uneaten Snow Soul Silver Cloud and remaining wine into her storage ring. Struggling to swim ashore in fox form, slow and tiring, she reverted to human form.

Carrying him back to the room, she saw his bare, frail frame, his damp towel clinging tightly, revealing his slender build.

“Haha…”

Whether from the wine’s lingering effect or the memory of their intimate spring moment, Bai Li’s face flushed red. Glancing around—no one in sight. No one to stop me…

In that instant, her nine-tailed celestial fox bloodline stirred, as if awakened. Her nine tails quivered, two tips flicking the towel to drape near his head, as if to shield her gaze.

But her eyes gleamed, fixed on him.

Human… so… amazing… the novels were right…

Leaning in, she nearly pressed down, but her eyes caught the necklace Chu Huaizhou wore, her brows furrowing. It screamed that bad woman—Leng Qingqiu. She hated it.

“Hmph!”

Her tails swept it behind his head. Clinging to the damp Chu Huaizhou, she stayed half the night, channeling a bit of spiritual energy to keep him warm. She stole a few kisses, her hands wandering slightly.

Yet, even in this moment, Bai Li held back, too timid for anything substantial. Doing that while he was amnesiac and weak felt like bullying him. If his three disciples found out, they’d ruin her, erasing his affection for her.

Days later, Xia Baiqian, lost in crafting new gu insects, stretched, oblivious to time.

Another dawn. As if sensing something, she set down a gu egg, lay on her bed, and sniffed a crumpled white inner robe—Chu Huaizhou’s.

“Ahh~ Master… hehe~”

Since Leng Qingqiu left Heavenly Sword Peak, her mood had soared. She’d have Master to herself, free to act as his dao companion and pamper him. If he resisted, well, her little gu insects could help~

Bai Li? A roadside stray. On this, she and Leng Qingqiu agreed: despite all her advantages, Bai Li’s failure to advance with Master marked her a fool.

So, Xia Baiqian focused on her gu insects, unconcerned with Bai Li and Master’s interactions. The battle with the Calamity Plague Emperor had depleted her stock.

Days ago, Master mentioned a trip to the Youming Sect to settle the score for the Emperor’s release. She agreed eagerly—protecting Master was a golden opportunity.

She’d also snagged a long-worn, unwashed garment from him, claiming it was for nurturing gu with insect fluids for strength. Really, it was for her own desires…

“Hehe~ Master’s so easy to fool. Doesn’t that make me want to trick him more?”

Working tirelessly, she restored her gu stock to 70–80%—enough for the Youming Sect. After another sniff of his robe for energy, she bounded out, linking arms with Master, who was sipping tea and teasing Bai Li in the courtyard.

With a sweet smile and a coy voice, she said, “Master~ I’m ready. Let’s go!”

Buzz buzz buzz~

That night, a massive white gu insect, wings flapping, streaked like a meteor at ten thousand meters. A sharp-eyed, high-level cultivator might gape, wondering what monster this was.

Atop it, a simple yet luxurious room was fused to its back, as if part of it. The room was sparse—a bed, a tea table, and two people on the bed.

Xia Baiqian: “Master~ I’ve been slaving over gu insects. My legs are sore. Can you rub them~?”

Her cloud-like feet dangled before Chu Huaizhou, white silk brushing his stomach lightly. The sheer, rosy flush of her feet, like strawberries wrapped in gossamer, nearly fell into his lap—flawless, soft, and jade-like, encased in white tights.

A strange thought struck him. Food belongs on a plate… for a feast…

He kept it to himself. Knowing Xia Baiqian, she’d lean back, hands raised, legs up, creating a scene he wasn’t sure he could handle.

Not that he was repressed—it was just… Xia Baiqian’s charm was overwhelming. His mind was filled with her, his body heating up.

So strange. Neither Leng Qingqiu nor Bai Li had this effect. Am I some pervert?

He recalled a pre-transmigration game from a certain sheep-themed club. Could it be…

Unbeknownst to him, Xia Baiqian’s Heartlink Gu was at work.

Hehe, Master.

Her fragrant legs swayed, lace trim on display, thighs pressed together for some reason. The swish of silk echoed in the quiet room.

Her heart was consumed by Master, leaving no room for else. Surely, he felt the same.

Except… that fluffy white beast on his neck was an eyesore.