Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 987: Unable to Wash Away the Stain

Yang Guo cautiously walked towards the source of the sound. Given his usual temperament, if he encountered a couple engaged in a clandestine affair elsewhere, he would have no interest in taking a look and would simply choose to leave directly.

However, he regarded the ancient tomb as his and Xiao Longnu’s private sanctuary; how could he tolerate others defiling this place?

As the saying goes, to catch a thief, you need the loot; to catch adulterers, you need the pair in the act. He was worried about alerting the potential culprits. If Hong Lingbo later stubbornly refused to admit it, that would be troublesome. Therefore, he deliberately moved over quietly. With his current martial arts, his steps made not a sound.

“Mmm~”

Another unbearably sweet and delicate m0an came from the corridor. 

Yang Guo’s heart raced wildly. He thought to himself that Hong Lingbo, that wretched girl, was truly shameless, how could she not feel embarrassed making such loud noises!

As he drew closer, his brow gradually furrowed. The sounds becoming clearer didn’t seem to be Hong Lingbo’s voice after all. It sounded more like… like it was coming from his beloved.

“No, it can’t be…” Yang Guo hurriedly shook his head, dispelling the terrifying conjecture from his mind. However, his previously furious state of mind had already been replaced by unease and apprehension.

“They’re actually in her’s room.” Yang Guo clenched his fists, looked towards the lit room not far away, took a deep breath, and slowly walked over.

He initially intended to charge straight in, but upon reaching the door, he hesitated and decided it would be better to investigate first.

So he quietly moved to the doorway and peered anxiously through the crack in the stone door.

He saw a new bed set up beside the Cold Jade Bed. Yang Guo immediately recognized it as the bed from Granny Sun’s room next door, but that wasn’t his concern. His attention was completely captured by the man and woman on the bed.

The woman’s b0dy was snow-white, with lustrous black hair cascading over her snow-white back muscles. The interweaving of black and white created a visually striking picture.

But even more visually shocking was the fact that she, completely n@ked, was being held in a man’s embrace. Their limbs were intertwined, the atmosphere intensely pas$ionate!

Yang Guo felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar. Although most of the woman’s b0dy was blocked by the man’s, he and Xiao Longnu were intimately familiar with each other. Saying he could recognize her by a single finger or strand of hair might be an exaggeration, but the occasional glimpse of half her profile was enough for him to recognize his pure and chaste beloved.

Yang Guo’s hands and feet turned cold. Soon after, a surge of overwhelming fury rushed to his head. He knew Xiao Longnu’s nature better than anyone; it was absolutely impossible for her to do such a thing with another man. The only explanation was that she was being forced!

He drew the heavy black iron sword from his back, his eyes blazing with fire as he charged straight in. But he had barely taken a step when his figure froze abruptly. He saw the pure and chaste Xiao Longnu from his heart actually actively extend her delicate, jade-like arms to wrap around the man’s neck, then lift her head to kiss him.

There wasn’t the slightest hint of coercion in this!

Yang Guo still found it somewhat unbelievable and was about to rush in recklessly to demand an explanation. Just then, the bridal gown scattered by the bed and on the floor suddenly caught his eye.

The beautiful gown seemed to mock him, its color exceptionally bright red and piercing to the eyes.

“Ugh~”

The energy within Yang Guo’s b0dy churned wildly. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a large mouthful of blood. Unwilling to witness any more of the heartbreaking scene before him, he turned and fled frantically outside.

‘Why, why, why!’

A voice roared in Yang Guo’s mind. He didn’t even know why he was running. Was he afraid of causing Xiao Longnu embarrassment if they met face to face, or was he himself unwilling to face this reality? He didn’t know. His only thought now was to leave this place, the farther the better.

Inside the room, Song Qingshu thoughtfully raised his head and glanced towards the doorway, unable to suppress a bitter smile. With his current level of cultivation, how could he fail to detect someone approaching?

He had noticed Yang Guo long before he reached the door. Worried that Xiao Longnu’s current state might be seen by another man, he had initially felt a stirring of killing intent. However, upon realizing it was Yang Guo, he found it inappropriate to take action.

“Guo’er, what’s wrong?” A faint, elegant fragrance wafted over as Xiao Longnu’s b0dy pressed against him again.

Song Qingshu thought to himself, Your Guo’er has already been driven away by you. But now, fearing all his efforts would be wasted at this critical moment, he smiled slightly and said, “It’s nothing. Let’s continue.”

“Mmm~” Xiao Longnu nodded shyly, her eyes already blurred and dazed.

Song Qingshu, however, wore a clear and lucid expression. The palm resting on her b0dy continued to move slowly.

There had been a moment earlier when Song Qingshu had indeed lost control, overwhelmed by the immense temptation before him. But when he pressed against Xiao Longnu’s soft, boneless b0dy and heard her murmur “Guo’er” from her lips, he sobered up instantly.

If he took advantage of someone in such a state, how would he be any different from the despicable lechers like Tian Boguang and Yun Zhonghe, whom he usually held in the utmost contempt?

Right now, Xiao Longnu was clearly mistaking him for another man, which was why she was allowing him to proceed. Song Qingshu had his own pride and principles; how could he be willing to obtain her under such circumstances?

Song Qingshu did indeed like Xiao Longnu, even to the point of deep fondness. However, he understood that this fondness was merely a man’s desire to possess a woman of peerless beauty, compounded by the subtle influence of the images of Xiao Longnu from the films and works of his previous world. It had nothing to do with genuine emotion.

Only when both parties are mutually affectionate and proceed to the final step can spirit and flesh unite, simultaneously reaching a wonderful climax. Merely obtaining the b0dy would be utterly bland and meaningless.

Song Qingshu finally understood what he truly wanted: one day, for Xiao Longnu to look at him tenderly while fully conscious and lucid, then shyly remove her clothes and offer everything she had to him without reservation.

Although he clearly understood that, given the unwavering, rock-solid感情 between Xiao Longnu and Yang Guo, the likelihood of this happening was extremely slim. But if he didn’t strive for it, how would he know the final outcome?

Even if, in the end, Xiao Longnu remained unmoved and unhesitatingly chose Yang Guo, that would simply be fate’s arrangement.

In life, sometimes regret itself holds a kind of beauty. Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang remained unmarried for life for Yang Guo’s sake; Guo Xiang searched the world her entire life for her “Big Brother”; Zhang Sanfeng kept the iron arhat statue Guo Xiang gave him close to his person for a hundred years…

It is precisely because of the countless uncertainties that love intoxicates so many, while simultaneously causing countless others heartbreak and sorrow.

Having thought this through clearly, Song Qingshu’s wildly agitated heart finally calmed down. However, calmness aside, the immediate situation still needed to be resolved.

He had been lost in Xiao Longnu’s charm earlier, greatly reducing his judgment. Now that he was clear-headed, seeing Xiao Longnu’s dazed eyes and flushed, peach-blossom cheeks, he had a rough guess. After checking her pulse, Song Qingshu finally confirmed the reason for her strange behavior: she was affected by the Joyful Qi.

He couldn’t risk something happening to Xiao Longnu just to be a righteous gentleman who sits unmoved amidst temptation. She had just recovered from serious injuries and was still very weak. Furthermore, she had practiced inner energy techniques focused on purifying the heart and diminishing desires since childhood, which were mostly effective dealing with emotional fluctuations. If the accumulated desire within her wasn’t released promptly, considering how the Ancient Tomb Sect’s inner energy was prone to causing practitioners to suffer from energy deviations, often with fatal consequences, the conflict between these two forces could not only damage her b0dy but would likely destroy her lifetime of cultivated Ancient Tomb Sect inner power.

Fortunately, Song Qingshu had encountered situations where women close to him had been affected by aphr0disiacs several times over the years. Ever since being with He Qing that one time, he had painstakingly worked hard. To uphold male dignity and female chastity, he had researched a method to neutralize the effects without acting as a living antidote himself.

Although Xiao Longnu’s current condition wasn’t due to drngs, the underlying principle was quite similar.

Song Qingshu practiced the Joyful Meditation Method; his mastery over the dual energies of Yin and Yang could be described as highly proficient. Therefore, while his palm seemed to be caressing Xiao Longnu’s b0dy, he was actually using the Yin and Yang energies to dissolve the scorching desire within her.

However, the Joyful Qi permeated every meridian in Xiao Longnu’s b0dy—how could ordinary intoxicants compare? Although Song Qingshu was diligently working to balance the Yin and Yang within her, the progress was inevitably slow.

Midway, Xiao Longnu, feeling unbearably hot all over, unconsciously tore off her cl0thes.

At first, Song Qingshu tried to put them back on for her, but each time he did, Xiao Longnu would immediately tear them off again, murmuring, “No… I’m so hot~”

Although Song Qingshu had decided to be the unmoved gentleman, he wasn’t an ascetic old pedant. After a few rounds of this back and forth, he simply let her be.

His gaze fell on her snow-white skin, faintly tinged with crimson. Song Qingshu couldn’t help but swallow. He thought to himself, I’m expending so much energy to save you; consider this my reward.

Since he hadn’t deliberately undressed her, Song Qingshu felt no pressure. Moreover, he found a seemingly justified reason: removing clothes helped dissipate heat and was more conducive to calming the restlessness within her.

And so, Song Qingshu feasted his eyes while simultaneously enjoying the heart-stopping sensation of their intertwined limbs, all the while remaining highly vigilant as he gradually guided her disordered Yin and Yang energies back to normal.

Yang Guo had arrived and witnessed precisely this scene. Song Qingshu had initially considered explaining, but then it occurred to him: under such circumstances, even jumping into the Yellow River couldn’t wash him clean, so why bother explaining?

Thus, he could only focus on treating Xiao Longnu’s condition while secretly remaining alert against any sudden attack from Yang Guo.

Unexpectedly, Yang Guo turned and ran. Song Qingshu couldn’t help but breathe a long sigh of relief. He had previously used the One Yang Finger to treat Xiao Longnu, which had greatly consumed his vitality. Although, thanks to his profound internal energy and various miraculous techniques, he wasn’t temporarily rendered nearly useless like Master Yideng in the original story, if he were to truly fight an expert of Yang Guo’s caliber now, the outcome would likely be dire.

Meanwhile, after Yang Guo ran out of the ancient tomb, he raced unconsciously across Mount Zhongnan until he crashed headlong into a sturdy pine tree. With a loud crash, the pine tree snapped in half.

Yang Guo finally stopped, looked up at the sky, and roared, “Why, why!”

At that moment, a woman’s voice, tinged with surprise and uncertainty, came from not far away: “Yang Guo?”