Chapter 47: Got Hit

Push the door.

Close the door.

No lamp was lit inside, only the cold moonlight streaming through the window lattice onto the floor.

Bai Yue walked to the table, picked up the teapot, and poured herself a cup of cold tea.

She downed it in one gulp.

The chilled liquid slid down her throat into her stomach, bringing a hint of clarity.

She closed her eyes and issued a mental command.

“Deactivate.”

The moment her consciousness severed contact, the [Sage Mode] that had been maintained until now collapsed in an instant.

That invisible layer of ice—suppressing every emotion, desire, and ounce of fatigue—shattered into powder in the blink of an eye.

Her eyes, which had been cold as frost and utterly devoid of ripples, finally regained the weariness and vitality of a normal person.

Bai Yue let out a long, slow breath and was about to walk to the bed and lie down.

But then—

A sudden change.

An intensely scorching heat, without any warning, exploded from her lower abdomen.

Like a breached dam, it surged through her limbs and bones in an instant!

“Nngh…”

Bai Yue’s legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the edge of the bed.

The teacup in her hand slipped, shattering on the floor with a sharp clatter.

“What’s happening?”

Didn’t I get rid of that stuff?

She gasped for breath, biting her lower lip hard.

Her heart rate spiked to a terrifying level in an instant.

Her body temperature soared alarmingly—even her exhaled breath carried a scalding heat.

Within just two or three breaths, her vision began to blur, and a dizzying, hollow sensation pulsed from deep within her brain.

This feeling… was wrong.

“An Ran… you pervert…”

Bai Yue forced out the words through gritted teeth, a fine layer of sweat already beading on her forehead.

And that old hag from the Joyous Union Sect—how dare she teach my master such tricks!

As she panted, the most vicious thoughts flashed through her mind.

Just wait until I’ve settled Xiao Yueluo and her—I’ll go right over and NTR your Joyous Union Sect’s Saintess!

I was originally planning to head to another Heaven’s Chosen Maiden first, but you had to pull this crap!

Bai Yue braced herself on the edge of the bed, trying to call out to the system to reactivate [Sage Mode].

But to her despair, under the relentless assault of the drug’s power, she couldn’t focus her mind at all.

She couldn’t even reach the system, let alone enter that state of absolute calm.

Her reason was being stripped away piece by piece.

Worse still, she was sitting on the bed that Xiao Yueluo and Su Qingyan had slept in.

The bedding, the pillows—they were steeped in the lingering scents of the two girls.

A trace of Xiao Yueluo’s faint, milky fragrance, mixed with Su Qingyan’s mature, deep, virginal scent, acted like the most potent catalyst, seeping straight into Bai Yue’s nostrils.

“Don’t…”

Bai Yue shut her eyes in agony, her hands gripping the bedsheet beneath her so tightly her knuckles turned white.

The scent was inescapable, relentlessly assaulting her frayed nerves, magnifying that primal urge within her to an unbearable degree.

Finally, the last shred of reason surrendered before the surging tide of the drug.

Bai Yue collapsed limply into the bedding, boneless.

She buried her face deep into the pillow, still holding the girls’ faint fragrance, and let out a deeply suppressed, muffled groan.

The night was deep.

In this inn room that night, Bai Yue completely lost her mind.

Wrapped in the room full of the young girls’ scents, she could only rely on her most primal instincts, fighting a silent yet fierce battle alone on the bed.

Her fingers curled, knuckles turning white.

***

The next morning.

Sunlight filtered through the paper window, casting dappled patches on Bai Yue’s room.

On the bed, Xiao Yueluo let out an unconscious murmur and slowly opened her eyes.

“Hiss…”

But the moment she moved, she sucked in a sharp breath.

Her whole body ached.

It felt like she had been crushed and rolled over by something heavy—every muscle screamed with soreness.

Not only that, she felt an intense discomfort—her entire body was sticky and grimy.

Xiao Yueluo frowned, looking down at her hands.

A layer of blackish-grey filth, faintly fishy with an unpleasant odor, had formed on her skin, along with many red marks.

Even her undergarments, soaked through with sweat and grime, clung uncomfortably to her body.

“Disgusting… what happened to me?

Could it be…” Xiao Yueluo wrinkled her nose in disgust, her face flushing slightly.

As a young lady who always prided herself on cleanliness, she couldn’t stand being in this state.

“Ugh, I need to call the innkeeper to draw a bath…”

Muttering to herself, she pushed up on her weak arms to roll out of bed.

But the moment she turned her head, Xiao Yueluo froze mid-motion.

By the bedside, someone was lying.

Su Qingyan was fast asleep, her breathing soft, a few strands of hair falling across her cheek, looking perfectly peaceful.

“Q-Qingyan?!”

Xiao Yueluo’s heart jumped, and instantly, she felt guilty.

Oh no.

She had secretly come to Bai Yue on her own last night to treat her spiritual roots—and ended up spending the whole night in this woman’s bed!

And why had she come in secret?

Because back then, she had thought Bai Yue’s “sincerity” definitely meant her own body!

How could she possibly let Qingyan know about this—selling herself like a bargaining chip?

Now, lying sore and covered in filth in Bai Yue’s bed…

If Qingyan saw her like this, wouldn’t it confirm her “selling herself for gain” act?

When had she come?

How much had she seen?

Would she misunderstand?

Countless thoughts flashed through Xiao Yueluo’s mind.

She instinctively grabbed the blanket to cover her sticky, embarrassing state.

As luck would have it, her motion was a bit too large and accidentally brushed Su Qingyan’s arm.

“Mm…”

Su Qingyan’s eyelashes fluttered.

She groggily lifted her head and rubbed her eyes.

As her focus sharpened and she saw Xiao Yueluo sitting up in bed, Su Qingyan froze too.

Their eyes met.

The air suddenly became unbearably quiet.

Compared to Xiao Yueluo’s guilt, Su Qingyan’s guilt was no less.

Last night, she had secretly crept outside the door, not only witnessing Xiao Yueluo’s humiliating treatment but also seeing the old woman’s remnant soul emerge from that black iron ring!

Bai Yue had specifically warned her—absolutely not to tell Xiao Yueluo about the phantom.

“Y-Yueluo, you’re awake?”

Su Qingyan broke the silence first, her voice dry, her gaze involuntarily drifting away.

“Q-Qingyan…” Xiao Yueluo shrank under the blanket, gripping the corners tightly, her face burning red.

“Wh-Why are you asleep here?”

“I…” Su Qingyan swallowed, her fingers instinctively twisting the hem of her clothes as she frantically searched for an excuse.

“I woke up in the middle of the night and saw you weren’t in the room.

I got worried and came to look for you.”

Oh no!

Xiao Yueluo’s heart sank.

“Then… when did you arrive?” she asked tentatively, her palms sweating.

“J-Just… late night.”

Su Qingyan was evasive, not daring to meet Xiao Yueluo’s eyes.

“What did you see?!”

Xiao Yueluo’s voice shot up, her signature white hair almost standing on end.

Oh no, oh no—Qingyan definitely saw me being tormented by those weird creatures!

Startled by her outburst, Su Qingyan thought Xiao Yueluo had sensed something about the ring.

She waved her hands frantically.

“No!

I didn’t see anything!

When I got here… it was already almost over!

Really!”

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