Master, You Must Not

Staring at the stunningly beautiful and sophisticated woman before him, An Yi kept a stern expression.

This woman was none other than Shen Muxuan’s master!

Dressed like this in the middle of the night, barging into a young man’s room—did she have no sense of propriety?

Utterly shameless!

But An Yi believed Mu Qingyi must have had something important to discuss if she was willing to seek him out at such an hour.

So, he pulled the door open, bowed slightly, and gestured with gentlemanly courtesy. "Master, please come in."

Mu Qingyi swayed gracefully into the room, her alluring figure impossible to ignore.

An Yi stole a few glances before forcing himself to look away, afraid of any… unintended reactions.

The outfit hugged her curves perfectly. Mu Qingyi was already a solid 9/10, but dressed like this, her feminine charm was on full display.

Once inside, she glanced around the room and remarked coolly, "How… modest."

A vein pulsed on An Yi’s forehead.

Maybe he should just kick her out.

"What’s that iron box on the wall?" Mu Qingyi asked curiously.

An Yi explained, "It’s an air conditioner. It blows cold air in the summer."

Mu Qingyi raised an eyebrow. "Then why doesn’t my disciple have one?"

An Yi:

Because your disciple hasn’t slept in her own room all summer!

Not wanting to elaborate, An Yi smoothly changed the subject. "Master, surely you didn’t come to your disciple’s boyfriend’s room in the middle of the night just to argue about air conditioners?"

"No, I just wanted to look around."

Mu Qingyi’s gaze landed on a potted plant by the windowsill. "What’s this?"

An Yi rolled his eyes. "Food."

Without hesitation, Mu Qingyi plucked a leaf and tasted it, only to grimace. "Bitter and spicy. Worse than chives."

An Yi:

Suddenly, panic set in. That was Celestial Star Grass!

Its most basic effect was as an aphrodisiac.

Swallowing hard, he quickly pushed Mu Qingyi toward the door. "Master, it’s late. It’s not proper for a man and woman to be alone together like this."

Mu Qingyi scoffed. "Oh? What’s improper about it?"

She stopped, turning to face him with a teasing smirk. "A clear conscience fears no accusations. Unless… you have some thoughts about me?"

"Impossible! You’re Muxuan’s master! I, An Yi, am not some depraved beast!"

He waved his hands emphatically, his expression unwavering.

Mu Qingyi’s lips curled into a bewitching smile. "Not even tempted? Unlike the mortal world, in our immortal sect, polygamy is permitted."

The sight of her like this made An Yi’s throat go dry.

A celestial beauty descending to earth, now a siren sent to tempt him.

How could a virgin like him resist such allure?

Just imagining Mu Qingyi and Shen Muxuan—two women of completely different styles—serving him together made his blood boil.

Taking a deep breath, An Yi suppressed his sinful thoughts and said solemnly, "Master, please behave yourself."

Seeing the steadiness in his eyes, Mu Qingyi smiled faintly, adjusting her sheer nightgown to cover more of her snow-white skin. In an instant, she regained her ethereal, untouchable aura.

"Congratulations. You passed the test," she said lightly.

She had used a bit of charm magic earlier, yet this kid had stubbornly resisted.

"What test?" An Yi feigned ignorance.

Damn this woman!

He knew there had to be a catch when she showed up dressed like this in the middle of the night!

But he never expected her to go this far—using herself as bait to expose him!

What kind of master would do something like this?!

Mu Qingyi patted his head gently, her smile warm. "You should be grateful for your self-control. If Muxuan hadn’t still been pure when we met, your head would’ve been crushed by now."

An Yi, who had been playing the obedient disciple, instantly darkened.

"Fcking—"

"Alright, time for business."

Mu Qingyi’s expression turned serious.

An Yi straightened up.

Business?

The kind of business he was imagining?

"Get on the bed first."

Mu Qingyi sat cross-legged on the mattress, her tone firm.

Thump!

An Yi’s heart pounded nervously.

He knew this was wrong, but he didn’t dare disobey.

After all, she was way stronger than him. If he couldn’t fight her, he had no choice but to comply.

Mu Qingyi commanded, "Take off your clothes."

Rip!

An Yi eagerly tore off his white sleep shirt, shredding it into pieces and revealing his toned, well-defined muscles.

Just as he was about to yank off his boxers, Mu Qingyi frowned and stopped him. "Enough! That’s enough!"

"That’s it?"

Before An Yi could question further, Mu Qingyi placed her delicate hand on his chest, her fingers tracing his muscles as she closed her eyes.

"Master, what are you—"

"Quiet!"

Mu Qingyi’s brows furrowed slightly as she focused on his heartbeat.

After a long moment, she opened her eyes and said seriously, "Muxuan told me you wouldn’t live past this year. But your vitality feels unusually strong."

The reason Mu Qingyi had come to An Yi’s room tonight was because Shen Muxuan had begged her to help solve his lifespan issue.

Ever since An Yi gained the ability to "top up" his lifespan, his once-clear mortality had become an enigma to others.

Now, after careful examination, Mu Qingyi realized his lifespan was unstable—bizarrely so.

An Yi coughed awkwardly and played dumb. "I… don’t know either."

The first thing he’d done after making money was buy more time!

Obviously!

No amount of wealth mattered if he wasn’t alive to spend it.

But at 100,000 a day, with his company still in its early stages, he couldn’t pour all his funds into extending his life.

So he’d only topped up a few hundred million—enough to secure about ten more years.

"Let me check again."

Mu Qingyi’s hand trembled slightly.

For some reason, she felt… warm.

But reason held her back.

If this kid saw her body, her purity would be ruined!

He was her disciple’s man, yet he was so damn handsome!

That once-sly, roguish face now looked chiseled and striking, with sharp brows and starry eyes.

His tall frame, perfectly proportioned muscles, and those eight-pack abs—

Mu Qingyi’s hand drifted toward his cheek.

"Master?"

An Yi sensed something was off, cold sweat forming on his brow.

He was terrified!

Others might not know, but he did—

This was definitely the Celestial Star Grass’s doing!

Even he wouldn’t dare consume it raw.

This thing could turn a eunuch into a raging bull.

Last time, he’d had to exhaust himself watching hundreds of movies and wearing out both hands just to suppress its effects.

His call of "Master" seemed to snap Mu Qingyi out of it—but only for a second.

Then, her gaze turned sultry, locking onto him.

An Yi’s face darkened.