Volume 2, Chapter 100 – Feeding

Qu Qingtang seemed very satisfied with Lu Zhuxin’s reaction.

Her face smiled wickedly as she raised her hand and scooped up the gilded chains into her palm.

The taut chains forced Lu Zhuxin to move closer to Qu Qingtang.

No! This wasn’t entering the bridal chamber at all.

This was clearly forced love!

This woman really did harbor improper intentions toward her!

Lu Zhuxin pouted, her two tender jade hands stubbornly clutching at the bedsheets.

However, the little fox’s resistance was completely useless.

She was dragged to Qu Qingtang’s presence along with the sheets.

“Little fox…” Qu Qingtang’s lips curved up, her dark eyes emanating an eerie glow.

“Qu Qingtang! Stop this!” Lu Zhuxin looked at Qu Qingtang in shock.

Qu Qingtang easily captured Lu Zhuxin’s slender wrist. She leaned down, completely blocking the little fox’s whimpering sounds, as if savoring a rare delicacy from this world.

After a long while, Qu Qingtang finally rose from the little fox’s body, moist silver threads clinging to the corners of her lips.

The little fox pinned beneath her on the bed had her chest rising and falling rapidly, moisture in her eyes, the corners tinted with an alluring red.

She looked charming and adorable, delicious enough to eat.

“So sweet,” Qu Qingtang lay atop the little fox, saying softly, “Fox clan pastries are really very sweet, little fox.”

This was what Qu Qingtang had said to Lu Zhuxin before.

But saying it again now, it clearly had another meaning.

“Qu Qingtang!” Lu Zhuxin cried out angrily. “Don’t go too far!”

Even when the delicate and weak little fox was angry, in others’ eyes she only appeared adorable and enticing.

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Qu Qingtang smiled. “Too far? Little fox, earlier it was clearly you who took the initiative to provoke me.”

“Moreover, now I want to do something even more excessive.”

As she spoke, Qu Qingtang applied slight pressure with her hand.

Lu Zhuxin heard a tearing sound as a cool breeze lightly brushed across her skin.

She shivered, all the fox fur on her body standing on end.

“Qu Qingtang!” The delicate little fox let out an annoyed whimper.

However, Qu Qingtang paid no attention.

She lowered her head, as if focused on unwrapping her favorite gift.

The little fox wanted to lift her feet to kick her, but was easily pinned down by her long legs.

“Little fox, you’re not being good!” Qu Qingtang raised a finger to her lips. “Naughty children must be punished.”

Then Qu Qingtang summoned her own sword.

That natal immortal sword made of peach wood.

Qu Qingtang smiled wickedly, gripping the sword in her hand, but using the pommel to gently press against Lu Zhuxin’s smooth abdomen, slowly sliding down.

Lu Zhuxin’s entire body froze.

“Little fox,” Qu Qingtang’s voice softly sounded by her ear. “Do you know how many ways a Lingxiao sword cultivator’s natal sword can be used?”

She applied pressure with her hand, using the pommel to push open the gates.

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“Damn!”

Lu Zhuxin jolted awake, sitting up in her bed!

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She panted lightly, discovering her body was soaked through again.

This made Lu Zhuxin’s complexion turn very unpleasant. She pulled out that wooden sword from the bed.

Last night, she had fallen asleep hugging this peach blossom wooden sword.

Now seeing this peach blossom wooden sword again, Lu Zhuxin recalled that unspeakable scene from her dream.

“Qu Qingtang!”

Lu Zhuxin viciously hurled the peach blossom wooden sword away.

Clang! The peach blossom wooden sword was thrown against the wall by her.

“Your Majesty?” Hu Mei’er pushed the door open and entered, glancing questioningly at the peach blossom wooden sword on the floor.

After just one glance, Hu Mei’er withdrew her gaze. She walked straight to Lu Zhuxin’s bedside. “Did Your Majesty have a nightmare?”

A nightmare?

If this were when Lu Zhuxin had just transmigrated, she might have really thought so.

But Lu Zhuxin had already been in this world for some time.

And she wasn’t that sweet girl Song Shiyuan.

How could she foolishly truly believe she’d just had a nightmare?

Obviously! Someone was using dream-entering techniques to mess with her mental state!

Disturbing her mind, disrupting her peaceful dreams.

Moreover, using the very same method Lu Zhuxin had used on Song Shiyuan back then.

What goes around really comes around.

Lu Zhuxin had never thought that one day she’d be subjected to the same technique herself.

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Eighth Realm powerhouses’ spiritual consciousness was already extremely strong. Ordinary illusion suggestions couldn’t bewitch Lu Zhuxin’s mind.

There weren’t many who could accomplish this.

“Is it Qu Qingtang?” Lu Zhuxin’s gaze swept over the peach blossom wooden sword lying quietly in the corner.

With Qu Qingtang’s cultivation, if she had done something to this wooden sword, then it was possible to impose dream suggestions on Lu Zhuxin.

No, not just Qu Qingtang… there was another person…

She had witnessed Lu Zhuxin’s process of conquering Song Shiyuan, and also knew Lu Zhuxin’s methods for conquering female leads.

Illusions and dream-entering were both fox demons’ innate talents.

Although, these two talents were mostly useless most of the time.

As for Qu Qingtang, Lu Zhuxin felt she didn’t seem like someone who would do such a boring stupid thing. The possibility it was her wasn’t high.

Of course, without evidence to prove it, anyone could have done this.

Although, this kind of dream suggestion was impossible to find evidence for.

“Heh…” Lu Zhuxin laughed dryly.

Never mind, who specifically did it wasn’t important anyway.

The only thing Lu Zhuxin needed to think about was what they wanted to do.

She looked toward Hu Mei’er.

“Hu Mei’er, prepare water. I’m going to bathe!”

Hu Mei’er acknowledged and withdrew.

As a cultivator, cleaning one’s body originally only required a cleansing spell, but Lu Zhuxin had always maintained the habit of bathing and soaking.

Hu Mei’er had long since become accustomed to some of Lu Zhuxin’s orders.

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One incense stick’s time later, Lu Zhuxin washed clean those residual sensations that made her feel strange.

She changed into clean clothes and beautifully returned to her sleeping chamber.

According to normal routine, Hu Mei’er the sloth-maker should be bringing the delicious food she’d made to feed Lu Zhuxin at this time.

But now, Lu Zhuxin discovered today was different from usual.

Hu Mei’er had indeed prepared a bowl of delicious spirit porridge for Lu Zhuxin as usual.

This was spirit porridge used to nourish the bodies of fox clan members about to enter their heat period. It was Hu Mei’er’s family secret recipe.

However, at this moment, Hu Mei’er, who usually didn’t like to show her emotions on her face, now had her charming face written all over with displeasure.

Because beside Lu Zhuxin, besides Hu Mei’er, there was another person.

“Little fox.”

Qu Qingtang had also brought a bowl of steaming hot spirit porridge.

“This is what we Lingxiao Sword Sect disciples use as dietary therapy when tempering our sword bodies and nourishing our physical bodies, spirit beast meat porridge.”

“Carefully selected from the tendons, bones, and muscles of fourteen types of fierce birds and beasts.”

“I specially made it for you. Would you like to try it?”

Qu Qingtang held the fragrant meat porridge, looking at Lu Zhuxin with an expectant expression.

A completely different person from the Qu Qingtang Lu Zhuxin had seen in her dream last night.

Lu Zhuxin looked at Qu Qingtang, then at the porridge in Qu Qingtang’s hands.

No, sister! After last night’s dream, who would dare drink porridge you cooked?!

Who knows if you added some special “ingredients” in there?