After drinking several pots of Enlightenment Tea with that old rascal Lingxuzi and casually “borrowing” a stack of top-tier divine talismans that could break magic seals, the night had already grown deep.
Zhang Mingyuan tore through the void. When his figure reappeared, he was already back outside his side hall in Myriad Snow Palace.
Why return on his own accord?
No shit. Was he supposed to wait for that crazy woman Su Jinxue to drag him back himself?
Zhang Mingyuan had his pride too!
Pushing open the hall doors, a familiar, cold scent washed over him.
“Oh? You actually knew to come back on your own. Not bad.”
The moment he stepped inside, a familiar, chilly voice rang out, sounding like a snowy wind brushing past his ear. Who else could it be but Su Jinxue?
Zhang Mingyuan's heart skipped a beat.
No way. What is this woman doing in my room so late at night?
And she's just sitting on my bed so casually?
He instinctively glanced around to make sure he hadn't walked into the wrong room.
“Aren't you supposed to be cleansing that girl Bai Yao's marrow? You're done already?” Zhang Mingyuan asked, feigning composure.
At the edge of the bed, Su Jinxue sat with a cold and elegant posture, her white dress as pure as snow. Hearing his question, she simply said indifferently, “It is done.”
“That fast?”
Zhang Mingyuan clicked his tongue, secretly impressed.
As expected of a Red Dust Immortal. An ordeal like tempering a mortal's body would probably take him days and nights of hard work, but for her, it was likely as simple as blowing away a speck of dust.
“Fine. But why did you come to my room in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?”
Zhang Mingyuan said as he walked toward the bed.
“Also, you're sitting on my bed. Get off, quick.”
Hearing this, Su Jinxue's beautiful brow furrowed slightly.
His bed?
This entire Myriad Snow Palace belonged to her. She could sit wherever she pleased!
She really wanted to slap this insolent fool right into the wall.
However, at the thought of the message Bai Lumian had sent her earlier that evening, she temporarily suppressed the urge to strike.
【Yama's Healing Touch: Xiaoxue, let me tell you, if you want a man to completely submit, you have to target both his mind and body! Having him wash your feet is absolutely the most comfortable thing ever. Not only will it refresh your mind, but it can also harmonize yin and yang, boosting your cultivation! You must try it!】
【Snow: Why are you suddenly bringing this up?】
【Yama's Healing Touch: Nothing... I just suddenly thought of it. By the way, don't you love humiliating him the most? This allows you to enjoy yourself while thoroughly humiliating him. It kills two birds with one stone, absolutely perfect! Xiaoxue, trust me, I highly recommend it!】
Humiliating Zhang Mingyuan?
Those words hit Su Jinxue's sweet spot perfectly.
It was indeed her favorite thing to do.
And so, she had come.
Clearing her throat, Su Jinxue commanded Zhang Mingyuan in an indisputable tone,
“Nian'an is not here, and this seat is weary, with no one to attend to my feet. Therefore, Sword-Bearing Attendant, this task falls to you.”
Zhang Mingyuan's footsteps came to a sudden halt. He cleaned out his ears, doubting his own hearing.
“Huh? Are you out of your mind? You want me to... wash your feet?”
He pointed at his own nose, his face a picture of sheer disbelief.
“Su Jinxue, don't push your luck!”
This crazy woman!
It was one thing to make him refine body-tempering spiritual liquid for Bai Yao earlier—at least that was skilled labor.
But now she was taking an inch and wanting a mile, demanding he perform such menial, servant-like chores?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
He, Zhang Mingyuan, the grand Qingyun Sacred Lord, a Mahayana Stage cultivator, would rather die here today and jump off the peak of Myriad Snow than wash Su Jinxue's feet!
This was a man's dignity! The bottom line of a transmigrator!
“Zhang Mingyuan, as this seat's Sword-Bearing Attendant, serving me is your duty.”
Su Jinxue's voice turned colder, carrying a hint of impatience.
“I won't!” Zhang Mingyuan puffed out his chest, his attitude unyielding.
“Oh?”
Su Jinxue slowly stood up. The temperature of the surrounding air plummeted instantly.
“This seat will give you one more chance.”
“No way in hell!”
Zhang Mingyuan stiffened his neck and bellowed, prepared to face death,
“Even if you kill me, I will never wash your feet!”
Smash, crash... Thud, thud, thud...
After a series of indescribable noises.
Two and a half minutes later, a bruised and swollen Zhang Mingyuan walked back in, holding a jade basin filled with hot water, his head bowed submissively.
Damn you, Su Jinxue! Just you wait!
He roared furiously in his mind. Once I cross my tribulation and become an immortal, I'll definitely scheme against you, you crazy woman! When that time comes, not only will you have to wash my feet, but I'll make you give me full-body massages too! Eight times a day!
On the outside, however, he put on his most professional smile.
“Immortal Lord Su, the water for your feet is ready. I tested the temperature with my face. It's boiling... ah, no, I mean, it's just right.”
Su Jinxue had already sat back down at the edge of the bed. Hearing this, she merely let out a cold, soft, “Mhm.”
A pair of snowy-white, translucent feet slipped out from beneath her dress. Under the dim candlelight, they looked like works of art carved from the finest mutton-fat jade.
Zhang Mingyuan set the jade basin down steadily and said obsequiously,
“Immortal Lord Su, please put your feet in. This attendant will serve you now.”
Su Jinxue gave another “Mhm.” She slowly lifted her feet, gently dipping her delicate toes into the water to test the temperature before fully submerging them.
Ripples spread across the water as warm steam rose into the air.
Zhang Mingyuan took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, told himself it was just a job, and reached out with his hands.
However, the very instant his fingertips brushed against her fair instep, Su Jinxue pulled her feet back like a startled rabbit, splashing water all over his face.
...
Zhang Mingyuan wiped the water from his face, completely speechless.
Previously, only her maid Nian'an had ever washed her feet. She had never had her feet touched by any man before...
“Come on, sister, what exactly are you trying to do?”
Zhang Mingyuan couldn't help but complain,
“You asked me to wash your feet, but you won't let me touch them? Am I supposed to wash them with my mind?”
An imperceptible blush flashed across Su Jinxue's cheeks, but her voice remained cold. “Oh...”
She pursed her lips, seemingly doing some mental preparation before placing her feet back into the water.
Ripples spread across the water's surface, but her fair, delicate insteps and ten rounded, red-painted toes were still clearly visible.
Zhang Mingyuan swallowed hard.
What's going on?
Why is my mouth salivating on its own?
Why am I feeling this strange urge?
Come on, I'm Zhang Mingyuan!
A transmigrator from Blue Star, a genius of the Xuanling Realm, and the awe-inspiring Qingyun Sacred Lord!
How could I have such wicked thoughts about a woman's feet?
He quickly suppressed the stray thoughts in his mind and grasped her feet with both hands.
The soft, smooth sensation was sleeker than the finest silk and more delicate than the gentlest jade.
“Ngh...”
Being grasped like that, Su Jinxue couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Under the candlelight, a flush of pink faintly appeared on her cheeks.
“Gentler...” her voice was as quiet as a mosquito's buzz.
“Ah... right.” Zhang Mingyuan's bones felt half-melted by her soft moan. He quickly responded and lightened his grip considerably.
Su Jinxue also seemed to realize her loss of composure. To hide her embarrassment, she began giving orders. “Massage the Yongquan point.”
“Sure.”
“Inject spiritual energy.”
“Okay... Is this much enough?”
“Too little. A bit more...”
Soon, a pure and gentle warm current rose from the soles of her feet, flowing slowly along her meridians. It felt so comfortable that Su Jinxue couldn't help but let out another soft moan.
Lumian really didn't lie to me. Having a man massage and wash your feet with spiritual energy is actually... this comfortable...
Wait, no!
Su Jinxue suddenly snapped out of it.
Wasn't I here to humiliate this man?
What is this feeling of almost melting from comfort?
...
Hey, hey, hey, isn't this cheating?
Zhang Mingyuan was nearly driven to a nosebleed on the spot by her soul-stirring soft moans.
Is this woman trying to tempt me into committing a crime?
His gaze drifted uncontrollably from her perfect little feet, up her slender ankles, and landed on her fair, smooth calves, which were slightly damp with steam and faintly visible.
How about... touching her legs?
Taking action immediately had always been Zhang Mingyuan's motto!
He clearing his throat and said with a serious expression,
“Immortal Lord Su, actually, massaging only the feet has limited effects. There are many important acupoints on the legs as well, like the Zusanli and Sanyinjiao points. Massaging them together will double the effect. How about... I massage your legs too?”
Su Jinxue was currently immersed in that strange sense of comfort, her mind a bit hazy. Hearing his words, she merely let out a barely audible “Mhm.”
Having obtained permission, Zhang Mingyuan was instantly overjoyed!
In an instant, his hands slid up from her smooth ankles and onto her calves!
Hiss—!
This feeling! Smooth, delicate, warm, and firm—it was better than any magic treasure he had ever touched!
This foot-washing gig is amazing! These feet must be washed!
Hehehe...
However, just as a perverted, lecherous grin spread across Zhang Mingyuan's face, a freezing gaze locked onto him.
In the next second, a rosy, water-droplet-covered sole flew through the air with a whistling wind, planting itself with absolute precision right onto his face, “sealing” his lecherous smile!
“Zhang Mingyuan! What filthy thoughts are you having!”
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