Su Chan peered through the crack in the door, only to see two naked, writhing meat worms tumbling on a mahogany bed draped with a gauze curtain inside the room.
The man beneath, Su Chan recognized: it was her Second Martial Uncle, Gu Feng. The woman above him was none other than the one who always appeared so solemn and dignified, like a Bodhisattva—her Eldest Martial Aunt, Mo A-shi!
The shock was immense. Su Chan gasped, her whole body trembling as she straightened up. It felt as though a bolt of lightning had struck her clear sky: Eldest Martial Aunt and Second Martial Uncle were having an illicit affair! Did her Master know? Did the Sect Leader know?
As she stood stunned, she heard faint voices from within. Though weak, the tone and nuance of their speech were perfectly clear to Su Chan.
“Hee hee, Eldest Sister, I finally have you. I’ve waited so many years for this day!” Gu Feng chuckled breathlessly.
Mo A-shi’s voice also reached Su Chan clearly. She snorted; while her tone still carried a hint of composure, underneath lay an irrepressible lust: “Don’t you already have so many fine disciples? Are all those excellent cauldrons not enough for your pleasure?”
Gu Feng drew a sharp breath, as if a recent movement had brought him great delight. He laughed, “How could any of them compare to Eldest Sister’s fraction? Ah, don’t move, be good, are you trying to draw out my Yuan Jing?”
Mo A-shi chuckled softly, “If I don’t draw out your Yuan Jing, how will you discharge your weapon?”
The pair’s conversation was obscenely suggestive. Su Chan couldn't help but silently spit in disdain, thinking: I always thought Eldest Martial Aunt was a solemn, living Bodhisattva, but behind closed doors, she’s actually a Bodhisattva of Joy!
Just as she was about to turn and leave, she suddenly heard Gu Feng hiss a low roar from inside, his voice filled with exquisite ecstasy: “Ah, you demoness, are you truly trying to drain this old carcass dry?”
Mo A-shi laughed, “If we don’t drain you, how will the women of the Fox Zen Sect escape your clutches? Heh, Little Martial Niece Su Chan, you look quite tempted, don’t you? Don’t deny it, I can see the desire in your eyes.”
Gu Feng laughed, “Eldest Sister understands me best! I never thought this little girl would blossom so sweetly now! She really makes one’s heart itch!”
Mo A-shi snorted, “Am I inferior to her?”
Gu Feng quickly offered an appeasing smile, “How could I compare to Eldest Sister’s unparalleled beauty? That girl is still young, still so green; how could she compare to a perfectly ripe peach like you?”
As he spoke, he lewdly reached down and squeezed the junction between their bodies.
Outside the door, Su Chan’s heart burned with fury: I can’t believe Second Martial Uncle, looking so respectable, has his sights set on me! Damn him, when I see Yun Dong, I’ll have him teach you a lesson!
But just as she thought this, she suddenly heard a cry of alarm from the room: “Eldest Sister, what are you doing? Slow down, if you continue like this, my Yuan Jing will truly leak out!”
Mo A-shi not only didn't slow down but accelerated her movements, coiling around Gu Feng like a vine, her eyes gleaming with a cold, sinister light.
Gu Feng roared out loud as his Jing Gate burst open, the essence from his lower Dantian pouring out wildly. He yelled, “Eldest Sister, are you trying to take my life? Stop, just stop—”
He didn't finish the word when Mo A-shi suddenly plucked a golden hairpin from her hair. Her dark, lustrous hair cascaded down, obscuring her dignified, majestic face. In that instant, Mo A-shi seemed transformed into a vengeful, life-snatching phantom. She let out a cold laugh and plunged the hairpin in her hand straight towards Gu Feng’s Huagai acupoint on his chest!
With his Jing Gate wide open, the vital energy of his lower Dantian lost, and the crucial Huagai point on his chest struck, Gu Feng’s middle Dantian (heart) and upper Dantian (brain) energy gates immediately collapsed. The vital energy and blood in his body surged madly toward Mo A-shi’s interior!
Gu Feng’s eyes widened until they nearly bulged from their sockets, webbed with bloodshot veins; his gaze was filled with ultimate terror. He tried to scream out loud, but his mouth was wide open, yet not a sound escaped his throat. His hands reached up to Mo A-shi’s face, his fingers digging in, as if trying to tear off her skin to see what devil lurked beneath.
Before long, the skin on Gu Feng’s face withered rapidly. He was forcefully sucked dry, turning into a desiccated corpse!
Outside the door, Su Chan watched, her heart pounding and her limbs growing cold. She never imagined that her Eldest Martial Aunt was not only secretly involved with her Second Martial Uncle but had actually sucked him dry into a mummy!
Why? Why would she do this?
Su Chan was a mix of shock and fear, especially when she saw Gu Feng’s head loll to the side after being mummified, his two sunken eye sockets staring fixedly at her with pale eyeballs—the sight was suffocatingly horrifying. Su Chan instinctively let out a sharp cry: “Ah!”
“Who is it!!”
Mo A-shi whipped her head around violently. Her originally serene and beautiful face was twisted into something demonic. Her eyes, sharp as electricity, glared viciously toward the door.
Su Chan fled in terror, turning and bolting. Her body transformed into a streak of green light, vanishing with lightning speed. She knew if she stayed, Mo A-shi would surely silence her!
Su Chan didn't dare look back along the path, fleeing frantically into her own residence. She curled into a ball, shivering uncontrollably, her mind wiped clean by fear!
What on earth was going on? Why would Eldest Martial Aunt kill Second Martial Uncle, and what happened to her face? If she did such a thing, wasn’t she afraid the Sect Leader would expel her?
As her mind buzzed chaotically, she suddenly heard Mo A-shi’s voice ring out, “Hmm, Little Martial Sister, are you here?”
Su Chan trembled violently. She sprang up, instinctively wanting to rush to the door to shout a warning to her Master, but when she reached the threshold, she saw Mo A-shi standing there, her robes perfectly neat, her hair intact, walking in slowly with the same calm demeanor as before.
Mo A-shi looked dignified and precious, like a great compassionate Bodhisattva relieving suffering, her face radiating solemn serenity. Especially when she saw Su Chan by the inner room door, she offered a slight smile—tranquil and devout, filled with peace and harmony, showing no hint of abnormality, as if nothing had happened moments before.
“It’s Martial Niece Su Chan!” Mo A-shi smiled softly at her.
Su Chan’s expression was rigid. She tried desperately to force a smile, but the muscles in her face felt like stone, refusing to move.
Ao Wushuang rose from her cushion and smiled slightly, “It’s Eldest Sister. Do you need something?”
Mo A-shi smiled gently and replied, “Nothing, I was just passing by, stopping to say hello.” As she spoke, her gaze deliberately swept across Su Chan.
Su Chan flinched at the glance. She suddenly jumped up, about to tell her Master what she had just witnessed and expose Mo A-shi’s true face, but in her peripheral vision, she caught sight of a figure!
A person passed the doorway, dressed in Daoist robes, holding a whisk, radiating an air of immortal elegance—it was none other than her Second Martial Uncle, Gu Feng!
Su Chan stuttered in shock, “S-Second Martial Uncle? You, you aren't dead?”
Gu Feng paused suddenly at the doorway. He looked at Su Chan strangely and laughed, “My little martial niece, are you hoping for my death?”
Su Chan’s eyes were wide, stammering, “I, I didn’t mean that. You, you weren’t…”
Before she could finish, Ao Wushuang sharply reprimanded, “Chan’er, how rude you are!”
Mo A-shi smiled, “It’s alright. I was just passing through. Little Sister, if you need anything, just tell me, and I’ll send someone to help you.”
Ao Wushuang smiled faintly, “Thank you for your concern, Eldest Sister.”
Then Mo A-shi smiled, “I’ll be going now.” With that, Gu Feng also smiled, “I won’t linger here either. My disciples are waiting for me, haha!”
A flicker of disdain and scorn crossed Ao Wushuang’s eyes, but she still smiled, saying, “Eldest Sister, Second Brother, safe travels.”
Once the two departed, Ao Wushuang turned back, her face cold, and said to Su Chan, “You are becoming increasingly unruly. It’s bad enough to be unrestrained in front of me, but you dare to go to your Martial Uncles? Do you want them to laugh at me for poor discipline?”
Su Chan argued urgently, “No, Master! I clearly saw Second Martial Uncle Gu Feng being killed by Eldest Martial Aunt Mo A-shi just now!”
Ao Wushuang paused, then erupted in fury, “You insolent wretch, what nonsense are you spewing! It was one thing to fool around and spout nonsense all day long before, but now you’re fabricating stories about your Eldest Martial Aunt! Do you really want me to expel you from the sect?”
Startled by Ao Wushuang’s anger, Su Chan shrank her head but still argued in a small voice, “I really saw it with my own eyes!”
Ao Wushuang was furious, “You dare say more! From today on, you are forbidden to step outside this door!”
Su Chan cried out, “I’m telling the truth!” She was about to explain everything she had seen to Ao Wushuang, but Ao Wushuang flicked her sleeve, sending Su Chan flying into the inner room with a loud bang as the door slammed shut.
Su Chan pounded frantically on the door, “Master, listen to me!”
Ao Wushuang pointed at Su Chan and hissed fiercely, “Silence!”
Su Chan instantly realized she couldn't speak; her mouth was open, but no sound came out. Angry and anxious, she couldn't help but think furiously: Why won't Master believe me? It’s infuriating! Yun Dong would never be like this; he would definitely believe me!
Thinking of this, Su Chan suddenly remembered the paper crane clutched in her hand. She immediately took it out, then rushed to the table, quickly scribbled a note, and tucked it inside.
After sealing it, she was about to toss the crane out the window when she thought of something else: she had no way to tell the crane where to fly, what if it fell into the wrong hands?
Su Chan paused, then added a few words to the note: Please deliver this to Li Yun Dong at Tiannan University.
After securing the note, she placed the paper crane on the windowsill. The crane suddenly spread its wings and flew up.
Watching it fly far away, Su Chan gradually relaxed. Her gaze flickered as she thought: I hope Yun Dong sees it.
But Su Chan didn't know that after the paper crane flew over a thousand meters, a flash of green light appeared, and a hand, as fair as jade, firmly snatched it into its palm.
This person was slender and graceful, wearing Daoist robes—a beautiful Daoist nun whose black hair was adorned with a golden hairpin. It was Mo A-shi!
Mo A-shi calmly retrieved the note from inside the crane, glanced at it, and then both the crane and the paper instantly burst into flame in her palm. Amidst the flames, her expression was icy, a cold sneer touching the corner of her lips: “Li Yun Dong? Who is this Li Yun Dong and which sect does he belong to? Seeking reinforcements, are we? Hmph, even if you invite the Jade Emperor himself, it’s useless. No one can stop me from personally annihilating the Fox Zen Sect!”