Chapter 952: She’s Trying to Cross the Line. What Should I Do?

Warning: Contains a scene of non-consensual physical contact and coercive behavior near the end.

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“We’re actually about to become Dao partners.”

Ghost Mother had an even more provocative look on her face. Long Qingyue smiled thinly, Sister Hong appeared surprised, and Ye Wenxin only wished to find a hole to crawl into.

But without those words, who would believe Ghost Mother’s heart-wrenching cries for help in the middle of nowhere were just a role-play?

Regardless, the matter was finally over, though Ye Wenxin felt drained. Only Ghost Mother was delightedly kissing her cheek again.

“My Yue’er is still the best.”

“My Sister Hong is amazing, too.”

Young Master Lü and the storyteller relaxed, looking at the women they admired. But they wondered why Long Qingyue and Sister Hong seemed to be looking at Ye Wenxin.

Fei Chai was already crying inside. After his sudden heartbreak, he wanted to pour out his grief to his master.

After all, while a person’s beloved might change, a master was for life. But when Fei Chai looked over at Han Shanxue, he saw that she, too, was staring at Ye Wenxin. In that instant, Fei Chai truly wept.

Ye Wenxin paid no attention to the others’ interactions. She tilted her head upward, observing the changes in the surroundings. The ghosts in this building were growing in number and becoming more terrifying. The Treasure Pavilion would most likely become a dwelling for evil spirits after tonight.

“Master, we can finally be open about it now.” Ghost Mother was exuberant after her small victory over Long Qingyue. Even her voice sounded gentler. She thought using Fei Chai to provoke Ye Wenxin had finally worked, so Ye Wenxin hadn’t refuted anything before the others.

But looking closely, she realized Ye Wenxin wasn’t paying attention to her or anyone else.

“Gui Gui, don’t you think something’s off about this place?”

Ghost Mother blinked innocently. “Off? There are more ghosts than usual, I suppose. What’s off about that?”

“A mundane place wouldn’t have this many ghosts,” Ye Wenxin pointed out. Seeing Ghost Mother clinging to her, she gave her something else to do—a job that suited no other but the Ghost Mother.

“Since you’re not doing anything, help me check what’s going on here.”

Ghost Mother pouted. “There’s no benefit for me. I’m not doing it.”

“I’ll give you double the Yin energy.”

Ye Wenxin had no choice but to use her trump card. She knew that aside from clothes, Ghost Mother loved getting Yin energy.

Ghost Mother’s eyes sparkled, but she still acted like she couldn’t care less. “I’ll just be sucking on your finger again, anyway.” She considered how Ye Wenxin had become increasingly perfunctory in feeding her Yin energy. They used to go at it for multiple rounds, but now even a kiss was a luxury.

Ye Wenxin felt even guiltier. “Then I’ll give it mouth-to-mouth. Help me out, alright?” she haggled.

Ghost Mother finally agreed and quickly left her view.

Soon, she reappeared in spirit form and busily searched for answers. Ye Wenxin finally had some free time. Unfortunately, neither Sister Hong nor Long Qingyue seemed willing to talk to her.

That left Priest Wang who, having met Ye Wenxin again, excitedly talked about recent matters. Upon joining the Ten Great Immortal Sects, the One Short Sect had developed rapidly but lacked someone to be their stabilizing factor.

The recruits were also a problem. Although the disciples worked hard to teach newcomers exorcism arts, it still left Priest Wang overworked. He didn’t have a high cultivation level and was already one foot in the grave.

Hearing all these troubles pouring out of his mouth, Ye Wenxin suddenly regretted asking.

“The biggest headache is the sect leader’s position. My dull-witted disciples can’t even draw talismans properly.” He sighed, becoming more dispirited with each word spoken. “Grandmaster, I’m afraid I will fail that esteemed one’s expectations.”

He had only opened up because of his deep connection with Ye Wenxin. But Ye Wenxin felt pressured. Long used to acting alone, she could never stay at the One Short Sect.

However, Celestial Master Zhong had given her two divine weapons. If she didn’t repay that favor even a little, Ye Wenxin felt he would descend to the mortal realm one day and beat her up.

As her gaze wandered, she suddenly remembered Young Master Lü’s excellent skill in painting and calligraphy.

Ye Wenxin pointed at Young Master Lü, diverting Priest Wang’s attention slightly lest his pent-up emotions make him faint a second time. “See Young Master Lü over there? Have him try drawing a few talismans.”

The turn in their conversation surprised Priest Wang. However, considering Ye Wenxin had personally introduced Young Master Lü, he immediately walked over to speak with the artist.

At last, all was quiet around Ye Wenxin. She leaned against a chair, waiting for Ghost Mother’s report. Suddenly, a shadow blocked the light. Ye Wenxin looked up. It was Long Qingyue this time.

Ye Wenxin began to feel like she was in a tag-team battle. And this final boss showed up with such impeccable timing.

Sitting up, she asked, “You need something?”

Long Qingyue suddenly moved in at incredible speed, with a burst of force so powerful that the next second, she had Ye Wenxin pinned against the wall before kissing her.

That domineering CEO aura made Ye Wenxin feel a little nostalgic. But Long Qingyue was even more intense than before. After a few kisses, her fingers headed for Ye Wenxin’s greatest weak spot.

Ye Wenxin was still a virgin. That untouched, unexplored land was sacred. And now, Long Qingyue had dragged her to a corner of the room, apparently intending to cross that final line in this strange situation.

“Yue’er, are you serious?”

Ye Wenxin’s whole body shivered. She felt like she might have pushed Long Qingyue too far, and now Long Qingyue was furious enough to try and steal her first time.

“When have I ever not been serious, Gu Qingcheng? I want to lock you in the palace I built for you right now so you will never have a chance to flirt with anyone else again.”

Long Qingyue’s face grew cold. With her mind-reading ability, how could she not know what others thought about Ye Wenxin?

Seeing Ye Wenxin’s bewildered expression, she added, “I know about Ghost Mother, and I’m fine with Sister Hong’s attraction to you. Heh, but even that ice queen is so intrigued by you.”

At that moment, Long Qingyue realized that being able to read minds wasn’t necessarily a good thing.