Chapter 162: Reappearance Before the Master, the Goddess Bears Guilt, but Her Secret Snack Is Exposed (2)
Alone, late at night—a man and a woman. What were they planning?
He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could see clearly what was happening.
The bastard wore a smug grin that made Tang Xuan's blood boil.
Then he saw something that made him lose all restraint—his body jerked despite the pain.
That bastard... actually touched the goddess's face!
So damn casually, like some thug teasing a proper woman.
Ye Xueyi bit her lip, her expression mixed with resistance and helplessness.
She clearly hadn't come willingly.
But that bastard didn't care, and just yanked her inside!
The door slammed shut, and silence returned to the night.
Tang Xuan sat trembling, his eyes blank.
His struggle reopened his wounds, and fresh blood oozed out.
But he didn't care about the pain.
It was the pain in his heart that truly broke him.
Images of what he'd just witnessed kept looping in his mind.
His eyes were filled with agony he couldn't suppress.
As a man, he knew exactly what other men would do.
At this hour, in that setup, what else could it be?
He tried to convince himself she had something important to talk about with that bastard.
But that outfit?
Even the most delusional simp had to accept the truth at some point.
If that bastard was so bold with the door still open, what would he do behind closed doors?
Tang Xuan's eyes burned with fury, but his restraints kept him utterly powerless.
He wanted to storm in, punch that bastard into the ground, rescue his goddess, and fly far away with her!
But his struggling only made the pain worse, with zero effect.
Tears of humiliation finally slipped down his face.
Physical pain was one thing—he could endure that.
But this heartbreak, this spiritual torment, was unbearable!
First it was his sister-in-law, now it was his dream goddess.
He came to the capital thinking he could save something, and in the end, he saved nothing.
If only he'd listened to his master. He never should've come!
Inside the room.
Even though Su Qing had shut the door with a bit of haste, he wasn't rushing things at all.
His eyes roamed Ye Xueyi's body with full appreciation.
Honestly, this outfit suited her way too well!
He had expected some resistance from her, since he'd been clear the outfit was just to piss off Tang Xuan.
But truthfully, this outfit didn't fit the image of a righteous immortal maiden at all.
It was too thin, included stockings and heels—pure color or not, it was still clearly seductive.
He had thought she'd refuse, but she agreed without hesitation.
Clearly, luck was on his side tonight.
Ye Xueyi seemed oblivious to his gaze.
She sat with elegance and dignity, her eyes lowered, clearly in low spirits.
Obviously, the goddess was still weighed down by the death of that useless man.
It wasn't because she had feelings for him, just that she felt useless.
Her lack of strength had dragged an innocent person into the mess!
If she had been more alert, if she had been stronger, none of it would've happened.
And if that bastard Tang had succeeded... what then?
This proud, untouchable daughter of heaven was clearly crumbling.
That was why she so readily agreed to Su Qing's request.
The outfit was hard to accept, but she treated it as self-punishment.
If she could be harshly reprimanded by him, maybe she'd feel a bit better.
But things didn't go as expected.
Despite her attire, Su Qing made no move.
He just looked her over, then leisurely began sipping tea.
They had known each other long enough for Ye Xueyi to know what he was playing at.
He clearly wanted her to make the first move!
Shame and frustration welled up inside her. Her lips quivered, her expression conflicted.
The bastard really was messing with her on purpose!
She already felt terrible, and he was still playing these games.
She suddenly felt like giving up.
Her hand reached to her shoulder, ready to strip the dress off.
Before she could move, a quiet voice reached her ears.
"Is this how you plan to ease your guilt?"
The soft words stopped her cold.
Ye Xueyi looked at the boy in surprise.
Because she met a pair of eyes she had never seen before.
"Do you really think that if you punish yourself, the ones who were hurt will be fine?"
Su Qing's voice was cold, his words cutting.
"I... I never thought that," Ye Xueyi trembled, shaking her head hard.
She hadn't thought it through. She just felt miserable and wanted to punish herself.
"I know you don't think that now. But what about later?"
"Your master, your sect—whatever they plan, there will be blood."
"When that happens, the innocent victims won't stop at just one."
"So I ask you—are you ready to bear the burden of countless sins?"
His voice was low, serious.
Ye Xueyi had no response.
Even with her extraordinary temperament, she was still just a young girl.
She wasn't some ruthless old schemer. She had no such resolve.
More than that, Su Qing's words had deeply shaken her.
Tonight's incident didn't weigh too heavily on her conscience.
There were many people involved—everyone shared the blame.
But the future Su Qing painted? That was possible.
The Heavenly Dao Sect escaped today thanks to her warning. But what if she hadn't warned them?
How many would've made it out of the capital alive?
And now that they'd escaped, would they really let things go?
Even if the sect disciples backed off, her master would never quit.
Knowing her master, she would only take this as a lesson, and come back with a tighter plan.
Then what?
A wave of fear surged inside her.