The immortal master floated behind Zhao.
Every word Zhao had spoken still echoed in her soul.
This Ye Chen shall witness.
She dared not look at Ye Chen, and yet… she did, over and over only to witness his face; bloodshot, confused, twisted.
"Is that guilt…? Or… excitement?"
She, too, felt heat she had no right to feel.
A righteous immortal, refined by three thousand years of Dao comprehension… now being led like a common bedchamber girl, her name already woven into Young Master Zhao's script as alesson for another man.
She tried to remain composed.
But why did her heart skip every time Zhao glanced back?
Why did her Dao Heart tremble with anticipation, not rejection?
Could it be that she doesn't hate it?
Meanwhile, Ye Chen lay inside the spirit-imbued palanquin that Zhao had summoned, not to heal him, but to let him see everything through its translucent jade walls.
His holy eyes shall witness the unholy act.
Yet, Young Master Zhao failed to realize it wasn't a punishment rather a reward for Ye Chen.
The ancestor used to say, take what is given to you, and Ye Chen is simply doing that.
Soon enough,
They arrived at the Holy Envoy chamber.
With a snap of his finger, Zhao summoned the ancient treasures— Celestial mold, Phoenix pill, divine soul orb, void serpent scale, immortal pearl.
With this, creating a physical body for the immortal master is easy.
The chamber pulsed with divine stillness.
Silken curtains embroidered with heavenly runes hung motionless. Incense carved from the bones of ancient dragons smoldered, releasing a fragrance that made even void beasts weep.
Zhao stepped onto the central platform.
He raised his hand lazily...
The celestial mold unfolded like a lotus of stars.
The Phoenix Pill hovered midair, radiant and trembling like a living sun.
The Divine Soul Orb buzzed gently, releasing soft whispers of enlightenment and madness.
The Void Serpent Scale spiraled upward, coiling like a lover's tongue.
And finally, the Immortal Pearl… shed a single tear of light.
Zhao waved once.
The treasures fused, not with force, but obedience, respecting Zhao's sheer presence.
Reality itself seemed to hold its breath, not daring to resist the action of Young Master Zhao.
Before them, a form began to knit together from mist and meaning.
Curves formed, elegance draped over the shape. Skin fairer than snow, hair blacker than a moonless night, and eyes, still half-lidded in reverent shame, took form beneath immortal light.
The Immortal Master was reborn… not as spirit, not as soul, but as flesh, bones, and blood.
Pure! Divine! Shamefully whole.
She trembled.
"So soft… This one feels… vulnerable," she whispered, fingers brushing her bare shoulder.
Zhao didn't answer, instead, he turned to Ye Chen sealed inside the palanquin, who was watching with wide-opened eyes.
Good.!Your eyes are open
If theywere closed I would have made sure they remained open.
Zhao Fan's lips curved slightly, while he turned his focus back to the immortal master.
Poor Soul Ye Chen, Yesterday Holy maiden was taken away from him, today his master and his mother are also on the target list.
But, as shameless as he is, he might also be aroused seeing his own mother with Young Master Zhao.
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The Immortal Master Stepped Closer to Zhao
Still newly formed, her breath was unsteady.
"Does… does this body please the Young Master?"
Zhao looked at her, with the indifference of a sovereign inspecting a tribute.
He stepped forward his hand grazing the edge of her collarbone, lifting a lock of her hair between two fingers.
"This body…" he murmured.
"...is too holy,"
She blinked in confusion unable to fathom the meaning.
"But that can be fixed,"
He turned her to face Ye Chen's palanquin directly.
"Your first act is to let your disciple witness your unholiness,"
A jolt ran through her legs.
She dared look back, through the jade wall, meeting Ye Chen's eyes.
He was crying.
Tears of shame? Anger? Joy?
She didn't know.
But his gaze… it never left her.
And her body, freshly reborn, burned with a desire she had long sealed behind immortal sutras and celestial vows.
No... No... Don't look at me... Don't look at me... Don't look at my naked figure.
She silently said inside her mind, alas, Ye Chen couldn't hear it.
"I shall obey," was all she could say.
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Ye Chen continued to witness the Zhao toying with his master.
His hands touched her breast and pinched her nipples.
No... No... Don't do this... She is a delicate jade, don't hold her like that, she might break, don't put her in her mouth, she might melt.
Master... You should at least show some resistance.
No... No... Don't grope like she is a worthless toy.
Ye Chen went mad despite the arousal, yet Young Master Zhao couldn't careless.
..
The immortal master's eyes widened as Zhao's rough hands roamed her freshly birthed form.
Every touch sent electric pulses through her newly awakened nerves, igniting a shameful fire within her core.
"Young Master, this one... feels strange," she breathed, trembling beneath his possessive gaze.
"Ye Chen... he watches so intently. I-I feel ashamed..." Her voice wavered, cheeks flushed with unbidden arousal.
Zhao's mouth curved into a cruel smile as he leaned in close, his breath caressing the delicate shell of her ear.
"Good. Let him see the depths of your depravity. Show him how easily you surrender to sin... One who shall walk in the path of Dao must conquer their inner feelings, being ashamed is a disgrace to immortality, let it be the first lesson this venerable one teaches you,"
Clutching her hips, he pulled her flush against him, grinding his hardness against her quivering thighs.
"It seems your mortal body craves my corruption... Embrace it,"
The master's resolve wavered, her Dao Heart weakening with each sinful caress.
Ye Chen's pained sobs from the palanquin only fueled the wanton fire blazing within her.
She was a more and more aroused
The wetness was like a river, flowing down her thighs.
Closing her eyes, she parted her lips, silently pleading for Zhao's claiming kiss.