Gu Chengyin: “…”
This episode was insane.
What made it insane?
Shangguan Yunying.
They’d finally found the reason AI could never replace humanity.
Could a human really say something like this?
Could a human really come up with a plot this outrageous?
Even the most advanced AI, no matter how much data it was fed or how much training it underwent, could never come up with something this absurd.
Because this wasn’t a matter of logic anymore.
It was a matter of talent.
Shangguan Yunying was streaking miles ahead in this particular field, and no one else could even hope to match her.
If Gu Chengyin had known that coming to the Meditation Tower would turn into this, he would never have come—not even if someone beat him to death.
No wonder cultivating immortality so easily gave rise to inner demons.
There was a reason people said that.
The higher one’s cultivation realm, the more important one’s state of mind became.
Qi Refinement tested one’s natural aptitude, Foundation Establishment tested one’s talent, but once one reached the Golden Core realm and beyond, what mattered was the strength of one’s Dao heart.
How many astonishingly gifted prodigies had stumbled because of their Dao hearts?
Not because their talent was lacking, nor because their innate foundation was poor, but because inner demons had taken advantage of them.
And where did inner demons come from?
From suppression.
From those desires that could not be spoken of, acted upon, or even acknowledged—yet undeniably existed.
They were like underground rivers, flowing unseen beneath the surface.
Day after day, year after year, until the moment one finally noticed them…
By then, they had already gathered enough power to drown everything.
And Shangguan Yunying was the perfect example.
It wasn’t that this woman had no desires. On the contrary, her desires were more intense than those of most people.
She was simply too good at suppressing them.
During all her years as the Chief Palace Attendant, Shangguan Yunying had learned to bury every emotion deep in her heart.
She locked all her longings inside a prison, presenting an image of gentleness and impeccable composure to the outside world.
But suppressed desires did not disappear. They merely hid themselves, retreating into even deeper places.
They lurked in corners Shangguan Yunying herself could not see, quietly accumulating strength.
If Gu Chengyin had never appeared, then on the day she broke through to the Golden Core realm, all those suppressed desires would surely have erupted with terrifying force.
By then, her inner demon would have grown like wild grass.
It would entangle her Dao heart, devour her sanity, and ultimately drag her into an abyss of eternal ruin.
But that had been before. Now, things were different.
Now Shangguan Yunying had Gu Chengyin as her spiritual pillar. Not only would she avoid developing an inner demon, but her path to the Great Dao would also be completely unobstructed.
That was because the suppression that would have transformed into an inner demon had found a safe outlet.
From that perspective, Shangguan Yunying was lucky.
Unfortunately, that meant Gu Chengyin was the one who had to suffer.
Because suppression did not disappear.
It merely shifted from one person to another.
Fortunately, Gu Chengyin’s Dao heart was so hard that if you wrote it down on paper, it could probably chop down a tree.
The swords and storms of court politics could not harm him. The mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield could not crush him. The pressure of the Golden Core realm could not intimidate him.
Even the repeated torment inflicted by these women had failed to leave so much as a scratch on his Dao heart.
Anyone else would have been played to death by now.
But that did not mean Gu Chengyin was going to sit back and do nothing.
He had realized that Lin Qingyan was right.
These two really did need to be taught a lesson.
Otherwise, who knew what they would get up to next?
So Gu Chengyin suddenly reached out, wrapped an arm around Shangguan Yunying’s waist, and tossed her onto the bed.
Shangguan Yunying braced herself with both hands, her palms sinking into the soft satin.
She turned her head, intending to ask what he was doing, but the words caught in her throat.
Gu Chengyin was undoing his robe.
The sight made Shangguan Yunying’s breathing stop for half a beat.
“Your Highness, weren’t you supposed to push from behind?”
As he spoke, Gu Chengyin’s hands did not stop moving.
“Then let’s rehearse it first.”
“Huh?!”
The two voices rang out at the same time, their surprise nearly equal.
Shangguan Yunying was visibly flustered and at a loss.
Her gaze darted back and forth between Gu Chengyin and Luo Zhao. She had absolutely no idea what she was supposed to do now.
Luo Zhao, meanwhile, was completely dumbfounded.
She was sitting right beside them, watching the entire scene unfold before her eyes.
Gu Chengyin had suddenly wrapped his arm around Shangguan Yunying’s waist.
He had suddenly thrown Shangguan Yunying onto the bed.
He had suddenly begun undoing his robe.
Everything had happened far too quickly—so quickly that her mind could not keep up at all.
Only her eyes remained wide open, and her mouth hung open as well.
She sat there like a statue, utterly motionless, with only her eyes moving.
She looked at Shangguan Yunying, then Gu Chengyin, then Shangguan Yunying again, and then Gu Chengyin again.
Finally, Luo Zhao’s gaze settled on the scene before her.
Shangguan Yunying was on her knees, leaning forward on the bed with both hands braced against the covers, her waist slightly lowered.
Seen from the side, her body formed an elegant—and irresistibly alluring—curve.
Her head was turned slightly, revealing her fair neck and delicate jawline.
A few loose strands of hair hung beside her face, accentuating her flushed cheeks and creating a breathtakingly beautiful image.
Gu Chengyin was standing half behind Shangguan Yunying.
One knee rested on the bed, while his other foot was planted on the carpet.
He maintained a posture that allowed him to exert force at any moment, while still giving him room to adjust as needed.
His hands were still undoing his robe. He had already reached the third button.
If she, Luo Zhao, were to push from behind…
Then Gu Chengyin would move forward, and Shangguan Yunying would be…
Something exploded inside Luo Zhao’s mind.
Sparks flew, burning all her rationality and reserve to ash.
The flush began at the base of her neck and spread all the way to the tips of her ears, her forehead, until even she felt unbearably hot.
Her heart pounded like a war drum—thump, thump, thump, thump—shaking her chest so violently that even breathing became difficult.
Her palms began to sweat, and her fingers curled unconsciously, as though she could already feel that sensation against her skin.
That sensation of pushing Gu Chengyin from behind.
No, no, no, no, no!
What was she thinking?!
Luo Zhao shook her head forcefully, trying to fling those crazy thoughts out of her mind.
But the thoughts had taken root. She could neither shake them loose nor drive them away. Instead, they only grew larger and more luxuriant.
Before long, they had become a dense forest inside her head, with every tree waving its branches at her.
Come on. Come push him. Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to push?
In reality, however, Gu Chengyin’s intentions were entirely different.
He only wanted to scare Luo Zhao a little and teach Shangguan Yunying a lesson while he was at it.
Didn’t both of them love talking big?
Weren’t they willing to say anything at all?
Fine.
This time, he would make it real.
He wanted to see whether these two all-talk-no-action women understood what it meant for careless words to bring disaster.
Gu Chengyin had no intention of actually doing anything.
No matter how depraved he might be, he would never behave recklessly at a time like this.
Gu Chengyin considered himself a fairly decent gentleman.
At the very least, he was not some lecherous stallion who lost control at the sight of a woman.
So he moved slowly, waiting for Luo Zhao to back down and Shangguan Yunying to beg for mercy.
Gu Chengyin waited for one breath.
Then two.
Then three.
And then…
Gu Chengyin felt a hand settle on his waist.
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