The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (50)
Ning Yishu couldn’t hold back his anger.
Bitter resentment occupied his turbulent heart.
His fingers tightened as they gripped her jaw. He lowered his head to her lips.
Bai Weiwei’s brows furrowed, seeming to wake up.
Ning Yishu’s actions didn’t pause, but his finger began to draw a complex shape in the air.
This was an array from ancient times.
When he had absorbed the hidden realm’s power, he had also swept up all the treasures inside.
There were many magic weapons and ancient texts from tens of thousands of years ago.
And for Ning Yishu, his only bottleneck was his inability to cultivate.
So once he overcame the difficulty of being unable to absorb spiritual energy.
Coupled with the hidden realm’s energy, cultivating at an insane speed1 was an extremely easy thing.
The array turned into golden light and entered Bai Weiwei’s body.
This power could suppress the consciousness of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
Bai Weiwei soon sank into the chaotic darkness, unable to wake up.
Ning Yishu’s movements became even bolder. He suckled her soft lips and hooked her wet and slippery tongue, itching to devour her.
The restless in his heart, mixed with her dazed eyes, caused his resentment to grow into an irresistible desire.
He wanted even more.
His fingers slowly descended. Finally, he couldn’t control himself; his fingers gently untied her waistband and spread open her dress.
Her beautiful body lay amongst the withered flowers.
A breathtaking beauty.
Ning Yishu actions suddenly halted. He remembered that she had to protect her nascent soul.
If she lost her nascent soul, her achievements in the Water Spirit Scripture would plummet, and she would also drop straight from the Nascent Soul stage to the Foundation Establishment period.
No, looking at her body’s current state, her meridians were broken, and she was at a bottleneck in her cultivation.
Once her body was damaged, even Foundation Establishment stage wasn’t guaranteed.
She would become an ordinary person…
She would suffer a fate worse than death.
Ning Yishu quietly clung to her, struggling to extinguish the restless flames.
With some difficulty, he slowly parted from her lips. He didn’t know how long it took before he finally forced himself to sober up.
He dressed her slowly, trying his hardest not to leave any traces on her body.
Tidying up her celestial skirt, once again becoming very gentle, he fastened her light green waistband.
“Shifu’s waist is so slim…”
“Shifu’s fingers are so pretty…”
“Shifu’s skin is more beautiful than the moonlight…”
Ning Yishu said as he touched those places with his hands.
At last, when he put on her shoes, Ning Yishu couldn’t help himself from pressing his face to her clean, jewel-like toes.
“As long as you’re willing to look at me, and use these two feet to step on me, I will also be happy.”
He felt her toes lightly glide across his face.
The darkness in his heart finally dispersed.
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has increased to 65.】
The system, who had been silently watching since the beginning, threw a glance at its host sleeping like a dead pig.
Then it looked at the gloomy and paranoid male lead taking advantage of its host.
Finally, it couldn’t resist bringing out the leftover expired Latiao it had purchased from the last plane, eating a few to get over its shock.
Host, quickly wake up, your disciple is a pervert.
As Bai Weiwei woke up feeling refreshed, she heard the system’s prompt that the favorability had risen to 65.
Wait a minute, she slept and the favorability rose?
Moreover, her character settings bar hadn’t dropped.
Was this a pie that fell from the sky2?
The system just said, “Last night you slept so deeply that you wouldn’t wake up when I called.”
Bai Weiwei frowned. Her immediate response was, “So then, did Ning Yishu come over?”
1: The raws said “ten thousand li (500 m) a day”↩
2: 掉馅饼: an unexpected blessing.↩