Capítulo 35: Cultivation of the Immortal in Black| Pt.5
The air, wet with steam, created a soft blur. His body looked unreal as if it was carved from stone and molded by God, so much so that Tora began to doubt his mortality.
His hands were teasing as they playfully pulled at the strings that held his pants in place.
"You know...I can help you remove your clothes with a sword if the knot is too tight." Her words were calm and pleasant, yet Yu Qingyang felt his manhood was in danger of being chopped off.
"I can manage." He tore his pants off and unconsciously covered his manhood from potential danger.
Tora didn't shy away from the sudden nudity. Her eyes were filled with sudden profoundness while staring directly at his genitals.
Of course. Male characters from Stallion Novels would have dicks the size of an arm or leg.
It seems this world has even more dragons now that I've noticed.
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Young Master, the Patriarch requests your appearance. The banquet will begin soon." Tora was contemplating joining the bath when the servant interrupted.
"All right. Tell the servants to come and help me dress." She cast a glance at Yu Qingyang who leisurely relaxed in the bath.
"I will do as Young Master says." The servant's footsteps were heard departing.
"I guess our brotherly love can wait." Tora ignored the wink Yu Qingyang sent her and walked to the dressing area.
"Young Master." Soft knocks on the door accompanied by a young female's voice.
"Come in." The door was pushed open, revealing four young maids who entered with multiple objects in their hands. They were quick and agile as they prepared to dress her.
The partitions were thick enough that no one could make out the other side. Thanks to this, Yu Qingyang's presence remained unnoticed.
When the clothes were removed, the young maids couldn't help but gulp at the sight. Their lips felt dry and their cheeks stained with red. Their hands trembled slightly as they helped the Young Master into his clothes.
Their eyes fluttered shyly, stealing glances hoping he would notice them, but his gaze remained indifferent. The warm and lazy countenance he had when he first arrived, had been replaced with a detached and cold charm.
They felt disappointment dwelling in their hearts, yet their hands continued to work their magic.
Tora wasn't blind to their infatuations, for she too was a woman at heart. The nine years she spent in the cave were comprised of practice, workout routines, and qi regulations. She felt thankful to Hallie Moore's Grandfather for the discipline she experienced after her gland removals.
"Patriarch." Tora didn't bother acting friendly to her supposed family. The situation had flipped and she was now one of the few who had achieved Nascent Soul. The kick she received the second she appeared had been long overdue.
"you should call me Grandfather like Ru-er. We are family. There is no need for such distant greetings."
"I refuse."
"You—!" His hands gripped the chair tightly, breaking off the wooden armrest. The blatant disrespect greatly aggravated the old man, turning his face purple from anger. "How dare you! Kneel!"
They were currently in the ancestral hall, waiting to each pay their respects before entering the ceremonial hall for the feast.
"If I refuse, will you kick me again?" Her eyes were cold as she glared at the Jing family members.
Their lips parted, wanting to speak, but their minds were reluctant. They felt a chill travel up their spines at the imposing manner of their Young Master.
Tora ignored the others and quickly kowtowed to Jing Yi's ancestors. "I will leave first."
"A-Yi, why are you...?" Her words were stuck in her throat. Jing Yi's gaze was unfamiliar to her.
As she watched him walk away without sparing her a second glance. Her heart burned with anger. Her hands under the wide sleeves were clenched tightly. Her eyebrows nearly touched each other, and her eyes dimmed greatly.
How dare A-Yi treat me like this!?
Am I losing control? No! It took me so long, it can't be like that!
Tora felt her lips raise slightly. She could practically hear Jing Qinru's thoughts.
Tora arrived at the banquet before the Patriarch did. The servants were awkward in receiving her, unsure of what to make of her early appearance.
The hands that served Tora tea shook slightly. The guests watched the young man's narrowed gaze as he stared at the tea that spilled.
"Please, spare this servant, Young Master!" The servant knelt immediately when the hot tea accidentally scorched the Young Master's hand. Her head banged against the floor, shivering like a wounded animal being bullied.
"Leave." At the short command, she scrambled from the floor and quickly left the room.
Tora burned away the water with her qi. This casual action sparked a discussion amongst the guests. Their eyes were complicated with emotions, unsure of what to do with the anomaly that was Jing Yi.
The Jing family was haunted by numerous scandals and speculation. They were one of the largest clans with the most influence in the cultivation world. Although the Yu clan was hailed as Royalty, they still had to give the Jing clan face.
Their status came about when the second son, Jing Zhan, had achieved the impossible. He was the first and only person to ever ascend to the realm of immortals, proving to many that the path of immortality did indeed grant you the status of a Xian.
Jing Zhan loved the color red, hence the official color of the Jing Clan. Tora wasn't sure how she felt about this mysterious father figure of hers.
Was Jing Zhan a good person? I doubt it. He adopted Jing Yi but left him to be raised by these hyenas pretending to be puppies. They couldn't wait to chew Jing Yi up and spit out his bones.
When Jing Yi pleaded with his father for help, Jing Zhan turned a blind eye to it.
Tora raised the tea to her lips, letting it linger as the steam obscured the thoughts in her gaze.
Li Weisheng had just arrived. He adorned the Jing clan's red color, giving in to Jing Qinru's plead and hoping to capture Jing Yi's attention. His eyes immediately found the person he thought of.
Jing Yi sat lazily on the cushion, leaning back on his propped arm with a leg up. His left hand held the tea close to his lips, and his lashes lowered, obscuring everyone from the captivating brown eyes.
His hair was up in a half bun, with soft bangs tickling his forehead. The loose strands of hair on each side of his face swayed gently from the soft breeze. The maids had put in a lot of care at styling him from head to toe.
After a lingering pause, his lips parted slightly, sipping on the hot tea. Li Weisheng had seen a lot of beautiful women and men alike, but his Shidi was the first to make his heart skip a beat. He felt the blossoming of his heart and his ears became bright red.
He wanted to walk up to Jing Yi, but the servant led him towards the seating on the opposite side instead. His stomach churned slightly from regret, but his face was still cold and detached as usual.
His heart itched the more he stared at his Shidi. What's special about Jing Yi this time? Was Jing Yi always like this? His memories of Jing Yi in his previous regressions plague his mind, causing him to become trapped in his thoughts.
Tora wasn't oblivious to the hot gazes sent her way. The whispers and chattering whenever she moved made it obvious who they were speaking of.
"The Patriarch is entering!" The announcement from the servant caused all to rise to their feet. All but one.
Tora felt the angry gaze the Patriarch and entourage gave her. This made her chuckle.
Even if someone wanted to find fault in her behavior, they could only swallow their tongue in anger. A Nascent Soul Cultivator outranked even the clan leaders, so her behavior was rude but not unreasonable.
"Congratulations!" The guests said their congratulatory words in unison, eliciting a happy laugh from the Patriarch. This scene caused her heart to tinge with annoyance.
"Thank you! Please! Sit and relax!" At the wave of his hands, the servants carried out plates of food and snacks for the guests. Each person had their plates and bowls of delicacies that were made by the best of chefs.
The maids attended to each person. Tora watched the two that accompanied her with great interest as they expertly picked up pastries to feed her and alcohol for her to savor. Their movements were filled with eagerness and care, their eyes were feverish with passion as they indulged her.
She heard the annoyance in the sigh of the person sitting to her right. She sat closest to the Masters of the house, while her cousins sat beneath her.
The Patriarch had three sons, two grandsons, and one granddaughter. Tora glanced at the cousin she had yet to meet. He was three years older than Jing Yi, with a scholarly aura instead of a fighter's. The glint of hatred he sent her way was humorous.
What a funny guy. I can kill him with a flick of my fingers but he still has an attitude against me.
'Your two cousins are the only ones who know that Jing Yi is adopted.'
Sure they do.
Her gaze shifted to Jing Qinru. Qinru was still a fairy that attracted everyone's attention. Her lips wore a gentle smile and her etiquette was outstandingly graceful. Other people had failed to notice the slight stiffness in her face and the burning amber of hatred that threatened to escape, but Tora saw everything.
Jing Qinru was furious. She had adorned herself with the best jewelry and clothing, her face softly touched with makeup, and her hair was done up in the
"Young Master, you should try this lotus cake." The maids were skillful at the art of persuasion, by the time Tora noticed, she was already feeling the effects of the alcohol.
Fuck. Being a Nascent Soul cultivator doesn't help against alcohol? This is bullshit.
"You eat it. I'm tired, so I'll head back to my room." She didn't wait for their response. Her mind was feverish and her face was burning up.
The eyes of countless watched with curiosity as she walked out of the hall.
"Young Master, where are you going? The Master hasn't permitted your leave yet." One of the Master's servants stopped her, questioning her abrupt actions with suspicion.
Her complexion was rosy but her eyes were limpid. The fierceness in her gaze made him shiver in fear. Her voice was soft, but it wasn't kind. "Are you questioning me? Do you wish to block my way?"
"N—no! This servant doesn't dare!" He sidestepped, letting her pass with a pale face.
Her limpid eyes started to haze once she found her way back. She felt the world spinning, making it hard for her to walk towards the bathroom.
A cold shower should wake me up.
Her legs felt weak, like jelly jiggling at every step. The dizziness overwhelmed her sense of order. She tripped on the ledge of the bath, nearly falling face-first into the warm water. Her knees hurt from the sudden contact with the floor of the bath.
"Whoa there!" Her arm was grabbed by the person who had remained in her room. "What's wrong?"
Yu Qingyang pulled Tora back, steadying her. He guided her to sit and lean against the edge. Through the blur of the alcohol, Tora perceived the slightly furrowed brows of the man in front of her.
"I don't know..." Her body heated up greatly, feeling extremely uncomfortable and itchy. She pulled at her clothes, attempting to rip them off but was held back by Yu Qingyang.
"Did you drink what the maid gave you?"
"They drugged me?"
"Shh! Listen." With a hushed voice, Yu Qingyang warned her to be quiet.
The sound of the door creaking startled Tora. Light footsteps approached the bathroom, nearing them with caution.
"Young Master? I came to check on you." Her voice was sweet like honey, gently coaxing the person behind the partitions. Tora narrowed her eyes slightly.
"What do you want to do?" Yu Qingyang whispered, his voice was devious, with a grin that tempted her.
"Kill her." She heard a chuckle escape those slanted slips.
"Alright, whatever you want." The tip of his two fingers swirled with qi. He drew a few words in the air, making out a talisman from qi before sending it towards the person behind the partition.
"What did you do?"
"A spell to freeze her. We can deal with death after our brotherly bond." That phrasing sounded weird to Tora. She felt her skin crawl from a sudden chill that crept up her spine.
Tora watched as his hand reached down to her belt, pulling it off and stripping the outer layer off of her. Her mind spun from the heat of the water. She had never been put in this position of powerlessness before.
"That's a cute expression you have on." His hands returned to her face, gently brushing the wet hair stuck to her cheek and forehead away.
What expression...?
The drug was potent enough to mess with her ability to speak, think, and process stuff. Tora felt the heat that pooled between her legs. Her body shifted uncomfortably as she bit her lips in an attempt to wake herself up.
A cold palm covered her eyes, satiating the burning skin. It lifted her head up, with the other hand holding her head in place.
Her darkened vision suddenly glowed golden. Her eyes trailed after the red line that traced her meridians down to her dantian. It struck the impurities that were caused by the drugs, cleansing it and relieving her body of its poison.
Tora felt her heart pounding harshly against her chest. Her stomach churned, making her feel nauseated.
The contact was brief, ending just as quickly as it begin. Tora felt her head becoming clearer as she came down from her high.
What just happened?
Yu Qingyang released her from his grip. His eyes were complicated as they stared at hers. His usual grin was gone, only a slight frown decorated the corners of his wet lips.
Red and golden eyes? When did Creation—?
BANG!
The sound of the door being kicked interrupted her thoughts. She could feel the animosity that bled through the air with the arrival of yet another uninvited guest.
The heavy steps marched straight to their location, quickly revealing who the other person was. His fiery red hanfu greatly complimented the darkened gloom that plague his expressions. His hands tightly grip the handle of his famed sword.
Li Weisheng nearly coughed up blood at the sight of his Shixiong and Shidi being intimate in the bath. One was naked while the other barely wore anything.
His teeth grinding against each other, the sound was menacing to the ears of the frozen maid. Her expression grimed as she made eye contact with the other.
Jing Yi had a dazed expression on his face. His lips were parted slightly, it glimmered from a wetness other than the water they were in. His cheeks were a beautiful shade of shyness, and his eyes were slightly wet with confusion.
He was like a
"Can I ask what you are doing?" Through the gritted teeth, Li Weisheng spat out a few words. Within the depths of his gaze was a dark manifestation of energy. He felt the need to kill the person that had the audacity to touch what was his.
"Increasing our brotherly love, of course." The frown on Yu Qingyang's lips returned to its original playful grin. His eyes gleamed with excitement at the sudden awkward situation. "Why don't you join us, Shidi."
"If that's the case..." With a flick of his sword, the maid was cut in half. "Thanking Shixiong for the invite."
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