In the Caifu Pavilion, only Pavilion Master Su Yajing and Shen Baiwan were present.

That voice was unmistakably coming from Pavilion Master Su Yajing.

Whether it was sincere or an act, it made one’s heart race and blood surge.

At this moment, Su Yajing’s personal maid Yao Hong hurried over.

Her steps were rushed, and there was a hint of anxiety on her face.

"Sister Lingyan, Young Master Zhao is here, asking to see the Pavilion Master."

Yao Hong said, panting for breath.

"Which Young Master Zhao?"

Lingyan frowned and asked.

"Who else could it be? Zhao Changming, grandson of Elder Zhao of the Fire Cloud Sect."

Yao Hong replied.

"Wait here a moment, I’ll go report to the Pavilion Master."

Lingyan instructed.

She moved her lotus-like steps lightly, approached the pavilion door, her lips moving slightly as she softly said, "Pavilion Master, Young Master Zhao Changming requests an audience."

From inside the attic came a series of intermittent, delicate gasps.

The broken, lingering sounds brought a blush to Lingyan’s cheeks.

After a while, Su Yajing’s voice finally came from within.

"Please have Young Master Zhao go wait in the Falling Petals Pavilion. Tell him I’m occupied and will meet him in one incense stick’s time."

Zhao Changming was the direct grandson of one of the three Golden Cores of the Fire Cloud Sect, and he himself was also a Core Formation Seed that the Fire Cloud Sect focused on nurturing.

Doing business in Fire Cloud Immortal City, Su Yajing did not dare slight him.

After Lingyan hurried away.

In the Caifu Pavilion, Shen Xuan had a teasing smile at the corner of his lips.

"Pavilion Master Su, just send Young Master Zhao back. You won’t be able to get away tonight."

Su Yajing pursed her lips and glared at Shen Xuan, her pretty face flushed like flying clouds, unusually bright red.

"You little Qi Cultivation brat, I don’t believe your body is really forged from iron!"

As a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Realm Water Cultivator and also a branch pavilion master of the Wanhua Tower.

Su Yajing was confident that dealing with a mere Qi Cultivation Realm Fire Cultivator was nothing worth mentioning.

She just needed a little time, that was all.

...

Two incense sticks later.

The atmosphere in the Falling Petals Pavilion was heavy.

Two cultivators had obvious anger on their faces.

"Senior Brother Zhao, that Su Yajing is not giving you any face. She said one incense stick, but it’s already been two and there’s still no sign of her."

The short cultivator in blue robes fanned the flames.

His name was Xiang Tianyi, a same-line junior brother of Zhao Changming.

The thin cultivator in purple robes was precisely Zhao Changming, direct grandson of True Master Yanghuo of the Fire Cloud Sect.

Zhao Changming snorted coldly, his expression dark.

He raised his hand and pressed the messaging bell by the door.

After the clear chime rang out, Yao Hong hurried in and bowed.

"Go ask your Pavilion Master how much longer she intends to keep me waiting."

Zhao Changming said in an icy tone.

Yao Hong did not dare slack off and once again arrived outside the Caifu Pavilion.

Hearing Yao Hong’s intention, Lingyan also wore a helpless look.

"I’ll go ask the Pavilion Master again."

Lingyan once more drew near the Caifu Pavilion.

The soul-stirring sounds inside had lessened, yet were still intermittent and had not stopped.

"Pavilion Master, do you still intend to see Zhao Changming?"

After a long moment, Su Yajing’s helpless voice finally came: "Just say I have matters tonight and won’t be seeing anyone. Lingyan, go explain in person, and ask Young Master Zhao to come another day."

Inside the Caifu Pavilion, Su Yajing looked thoroughly exhausted.

"You scourge, how much longer do you intend to go on...

"Pavilion Master Su, didn’t you say you’d help me douse the fire? The blaze hasn’t lessened in the slightest—if anything, it’s burning even hotter."

Shen Xuan’s lips curved up as he looked teasingly at the alluring Su Yajing before him.

"And here you are, a pavilion master of the Wanhua Tower, with only this much ability?"

"This concubine has already done her best. How was I to know your body is really as if forged from iron."

Su Yajing shot Shen Xuan a coquettish glare.

She truly was surprised.

In terms of performance, Shen Xuan was indeed a Qi Cultivation Stage Fire Cultivator.

It was just that his Flesh Body seemed different from the norm.

Exceptionally tough, brimming with vitality, as if it would never tire.

"Pavilion Master Su, you are the master of a pavilion—you should stand by your word."

"You promised to help me put out the fire, so you have to help me put it out."

As Shen Xuan spoke, his right hand gently pressed on her fair neck, the movement light yet carrying a hint of undeniable dominance.

Su Yajing’s heart was as clear as a mirror; she understood what Shen Xuan meant, and her rosy face grew even redder.

Like peach blossoms in full bloom in the third month of spring.

The flowers are not drunk, yet people are drunk on them.

Su Yajing lightly bit her lip, glanced outside the attic, and whispered, "Not here. Let’s go to my place."

"Alright."

Shen Xuan stopped what he was doing and readily agreed.

The two of them put their clothes back on, tidied themselves a little, and opened the pavilion door.

Lingyan, who had been waiting outside, came forward and said aggrievedly, "Pavilion Master, Young Master Zhao still hasn’t left."

Su Yajing gave Shen Xuan a look and said, "Tell Young Master Zhao to go back. I don’t have time to see him tonight."

"If he insists on waiting, then let him wait."

With that, she led Shen Xuan toward the highest level of the pavilion.

That was Su Yajing’s boudoir.

"Mm. I’m doing this for the Fire Qilin Fruit, that rare kind of Core Formation Spiritual Objects."

She would never admit.

That she had been drawn to Shen Xuan, unable to control the desire she had suppressed for many years, wanting to indulge and be wanton just this once.

She glanced at Shen Xuan beside her, who looked as if nothing had happened.

Su Yajing sighed inwardly.

"Tonight, there’s still a bitter battle ahead!"

She understood men’s hearts all too well.

Once a man has an intimate relationship with a woman, he’ll trust her more.

For the sake of the Core Formation Spiritual Objects, she was throwing everything into the pot!

...

Su Yajing cast a spell and opened the pavilion master’s secret chamber.

Inside was a boudoir done up in pink tones.

After the two entered.

"Fellow Daoist Shen..."

Once the door was closed, Su Yajing smiled sweetly, and her dress once again slipped to the floor.

This time, not a single thread remained on her body; her proud figure was fully revealed, utterly enchanting.

Shen Xuan smiled faintly and likewise removed his clothes, baring himself completely.

Su Yajing gave Shen Xuan a once-over, her cheeks turning crimson.

Shen Xuan lay down on the soft bed.

"A spring night is all too short, Pavilion Master Su, you’d best not waste it."

Su Yajing lightly bit her cherry lips.

"This concubine refuses to believe—let’s see how long you can keep this up!"

Within the boudoir, spring’s haze swirled and blurred.