By the time they stepped out of the shadowy eastern forest, the sun was well above the horizon, scattering warm light across the sect's sprawling courtyards and distant pavilions.
Qin Rou walked close to Mo Li, her face carefully composed, though the faint flush on her cheeks and the slight stiffness of her steps betrayed the truth of what they'd done. Each delicate shift of her thighs only reminded her of how thoroughly he'd bred her — his seed still clinging deep in her womb, a humiliating warmth that refused to fade.
Mo Li's dark eyes roved over the familiar buildings, his mind awash with layered plans. In his past life, he'd been a nightmare stalking the righteous sects — now he was an unknown outer disciple, hungry for footholds.
"Tell me more about the sect," he said casually, voice low.
Qin Rou perked up at once, her pride evident as she smoothed a hand over her robe.
"Hmph… I've just advanced to inner disciple after the last examinations. The Azure Frost Sect might only be a second-rate sect, but it's respected across three provinces. Even the nearby Iron Sword Hall and River Spirit Palace give us face."
She tilted her chin up, showing off a sly smirk. Clearly she liked bragging about her status.
"And your sect master?" Mo Li asked, tone measured.
Qin Rou's eyes glittered.
"Sect Master Li Xueqin took over the Azure Frost Sect fifty years ago. She's known everywhere as the Frost Moon Saintess. Her sword arts are unmatched — they say she once slew a demonic cultivator who was a scourge on the entire region… about a century ago."
Mo Li's heart gave a faint, painful twist.Li Xueqin… his Xueqin.His most brilliant lover — the one whose icy pride had melted under his hands countless nights.The same woman who, under impossible pressure from her sect and the righteous alliance, had stood helpless as they butchered him — unable to save him, unable to even cry out.
Fifty years ago… she took the sect master's seat. Still carving her legend.And now she's gone elsewhere?
He drew in a slow breath. Right now, he was only an outer disciple, his cultivation still laughably shallow compared to his past life. It would be suicide to approach Li Xueqin — and more than that, it would endanger her.
If the righteous world caught wind that the "Demonic Dual Furnace Lord" had somehow reincarnated under their very noses, they'd descend on the Azure Frost Sect in blood and flame. Li Xueqin's standing would collapse, her sect dragged into ruin.
No… I'll grow quietly first.When I'm strong enough… I'll seek her out. And see if her heart still remembers mine.
By now they neared the edge of the inner court dormitories. Disciples in crisp azure robes flitted about, none paying close attention to the pair.
Mo Li slowed, giving Qin Rou a faint smirk.
"This is far enough. You should go clean up — I can still smell my seed leaking out of you."
Her face blazed, but her thighs squeezed together, her Yin Furnace Body giving a traitorous flutter that made her breath catch.
She leaned close, voice dropping into a low, sultry murmur.
"Then… you'll take responsibility, won't you? My furnace's already decided on its master."
Her hand ghosted over her lower belly, eyes dark with heady need. She was shamelessly admitting it — that her womb had chosen him, that her body wanted only his yang to fuel her cultivation.
Mo Li chuckled, lifting a hand to tug a loose strand of hair behind her ear, thumb grazing her hot cheek.
"Naturally. A Yin Furnace like you? I'd be a fool not to keep you well cared for."
She let out a tiny sigh, almost a moan, her hips giving a faint tilt toward him.
Hopeless slut. Even in daylight, surrounded by sect disciples, her womb still tugs at me.
With that, Qin Rou dipped a quick curtsy, then turned and strode off toward her residence. Her steps were just a touch uneven — no doubt still feeling the ache of how deep he'd pounded her. Mo Li watched her go, eyes hooded, dark thoughts swirling.
Li Xueqin… Qin Rou… this entire Azure Frost Sect.Soon, I'll carve my place at the top — and repay every humiliation from this life and the last.
His hand closed at his side, demonic qi whispering under his skin.
And I'll make sure that slut Qin Rou's Yin Furnace feeds every breakthrough I need.