Wild and Shocking—Scandalizing Great Luo!
This sudden, outrageous suggestion made Gu, Lin, and Luo all draw in sharp breaths.
They stared at Shangguan Yunying in disbelief.
What kind of worldview had the Shangguan family's eldest daughter reconstructed?
Even Luo Zhao had momentarily forgotten her embarrassment. She stared blankly at Shangguan Yunying, eyes wide.
What did she mean, “help push from behind”?
Push what?
Could she possibly mean that when Gu Chengyin and Lin Qingyan were doing that, she would push from behind?
This… this…
It was as though something had exploded inside Luo Zhao’s mind.
Fragments spun rapidly through her thoughts, piecing together one outrageous scene after another.
Her hands braced against Gu Chengyin’s lower back, while Lin Qingyan was in front…
No, no, no! She couldn’t think about this. It was too terrifying—far too terrifying.
She had to erase that image from her mind. Right now. Immediately!
But she couldn’t.
Not only did it refuse to disappear, the scene began developing on its own.
Stop!
Luo Zhao abruptly shook her head, as if she could fling all those chaotic thoughts right out of it.
Her face was so red it couldn’t possibly get any redder, and even her ears glowed with a faint sheen.
Worse still, Luo Zhao realized that she wasn’t actually opposed to the idea.
How could she have such thoughts?
Lin Qingyan was her aunt!
Helping Gu Chengyin push against her own aunt—what kind of situation was that supposed to be?
It couldn’t even be described as perverted anymore. It was simply…
It was the collapse of all propriety!
Luo Zhao cursed herself viciously in her heart.
Yet her heart continued pounding so hard that the sound shook her eardrums, while the blush on her face stubbornly refused to fade.
Gu Chengyin said nothing.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to speak. He simply had no idea what to say.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again, shifting his gaze away from Shangguan Yunying’s face.
His eyes settled on some random point in the air, his expression suggesting that he was engaged in profound philosophical contemplation.
Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here listening to this?
Gu Chengyin had heard similar things before.
And they had come from Shangguan Yunying as well.
The only difference was that, back then, Shangguan Yunying had been hypnotized. Yet the things she had said—
Those thoughts she would absolutely never voice under normal circumstances, the truths buried deepest in her heart—
One of them had been almost identical to what she had just said.
“Then I’ll help you push from behind.”
The same sentence structure. The same meaning. The same complete inability to know how to respond.
Gu Chengyin suddenly felt that perhaps he had never truly understood Shangguan Yunying.
On the surface, this woman appeared gentle, dignified, and perfectly measured in her conduct.
But what kind of soul truly dwelled within her? Even she herself might not know.
Hypnosis had merely released the things sealed away by reason. Those things had existed in her all along, rooted in her very bones.
Just as real and deeply ingrained as the restraint she had learned from Luo Zhao.
So, when someone capable of saying things like that offered advice, how could he possibly expect it to be normal?
Gu Chengyin sighed silently.
As for Lin Qingyan, after her initial surprise, a strange light instead began to shine in her eyes.
She slowly withdrew from Gu Chengyin’s embrace.
Then she looked toward Shangguan Yunying.
There was appraisal in her eyes, and scrutiny.
And something else that was difficult to describe…
Admiration?
It was probably admiration.
After all, anyone who could make a suggestion like that certainly had courage—and a very vivid imagination.
Lin Qingyan had always admired people with both nerve and ability.
Even if the direction of that ability was just a little… unconventional.
Then her gaze shifted to Luo Zhao, and the corners of her lips slowly curved upward.
That smile sent a chill down Luo Zhao’s back.
“Zhao’er is the Crown Princess, after all,”
Lin Qingyan began, her voice leisurely, as though she were savoring some exquisite delicacy.
“How could she be asked to do this kind of heavy labor?”
“If you ask me, Yunying should push from behind, while Zhao’er stays in front and…”
“That’s enough.”
At that moment, Gu Chengyin suddenly cut her off.
Lin Qingyan’s mouth snapped shut. Shangguan Yunying’s smile froze.
Even Luo Zhao’s heart, which had been pounding as if it might leap out of her throat, quieted somewhat.
If he didn’t intervene, this might really turn into an orgy.
Gu Chengyin bent down. Several articles of clothing lay scattered across the floor. After scanning the area, he picked up an outer robe.
Then he walked toward Luo Zhao.
As she watched him approach, her heartbeat suddenly became erratic.
Gu Chengyin stopped in front of her and bent slightly, draping the robe over her shoulders.
His fingertips brushed against her shoulder, bringing with them a trace of warmth.
Then they withdrew just as quickly—cleanly and decisively, without any unnecessary contact.
Even so, Luo Zhao’s heart softened.
This man rarely said anything sweet, but every one of his actions told her the same thing:
I’m here.
Gu Chengyin straightened and turned to Shangguan Yunying.
“Yunying, help Her Highness get dressed.”
Shangguan Yunying nodded. She rose from the foot of the bed, walked over to Luo Zhao, and began helping her straighten her clothes.
Luo Zhao’s eyes, meanwhile, remained fixed on Gu Chengyin.
She watched him return to Lin Qingyan’s side.
She watched him take Lin Qingyan’s hand.
Then the two of them headed toward the staircase, his pace unhurried, as though nothing at all had happened.
After walking a few steps, Lin Qingyan suddenly looked back.
She winked at Luo Zhao.
The gesture was subtle—almost restrained—but the meaning hidden within it left Luo Zhao furious, embarrassed, and utterly helpless.
It was the victor’s posture.
A declaration that she was still Luo Zhao’s aunt.
A threat that said: I’ll let you off for now. We’ll settle this next time.
Then Lin Qingyan turned back and continued on, docile as a cat led along by its owner.
Her steps were light, her skirts fluttering as she followed Gu Chengyin and disappeared around the staircase.
Only then did Luo Zhao let out a long breath.
It was as though she were expelling every bit of tension, panic, and humiliation that had accumulated inside her.
Her shoulders slumped, and she leaned limply against the bedpost, staring blankly toward the staircase.
What had just happened was, without question, the most humiliating episode of her life.
And she meant humiliating—not painful or unpleasant.
It was different from biting Gu Chengyin. That had been nothing more than eating something.
Being toyed with by Lin Qingyan, however, came from the very depths of her being. There had been no escape. Her body and mind had both ceased to belong to her.
Her body had been controlled. Her expressions had been seen. Her reactions had been remembered.
Every tiny tremor, every involuntary blush, every plea that had slipped from her lips had all been witnessed in their entirety.
More terrifying still, all of it had happened under Shangguan Yunying’s watchful gaze.
At the thought, Luo Zhao’s ears reddened again.
She turned her head and glanced at Shangguan Yunying, who was still helping her tidy her clothes. Her lips moved, but she hesitated.
After struggling inwardly for a while, she finally spoke in a small voice.
“Yunying… did I look really strange just now?”
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Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
