Chapter 4: The Young Sect Master Fights to the Death for His Mother, While the Gorgeous Mother Inside Is Being Railed Senseless
Bang!
A thunderous crash suddenly tore through the calm air of the Sword Pavilion.
Right after that, a Sword Pavilion disciple stumbled in front of the rear courtyard gate, his face deathly pale.
“Young Sect Master! Bad news! The Blood Fiend Gate has joined forces with the Joyous Union Sect, the Wild Lion Valley, and several other sects. They suddenly launched an attack today and have already reached the mountain gate!”
Lin Mubai had been pacing anxiously in the courtyard. Hearing this, his expression turned dark in an instant.
Those Blood Fiend Gate bastards had picked the worst possible day, the very day his mother’s treatment was at its most critical.
There was definitely a traitor inside the Sword Pavilion.
But now was not the time to worry about who it was.
He turned and looked at Sikong Lin, who stood leaning against the doorframe with a sword in his arms.
“Senior Sikong.” Lin Mubai took a deep breath and forced down the anger and panic in his chest. “Please stay here and guard this place. Do not let anyone interrupt my mother’s treatment. I’m going to check the front.”
Sikong Lin didn’t even lift his eyelids. He only said flatly, “My duty.”
Lin Mubai said nothing more. He drew the long sword from his waist, his body flashing as he turned into a streak of light and shot toward the front mountain.
At the same time, inside the inner room.
The air was thick with the rich scent of medicine, along with a faint, indescribably sweet fragrance.
A barrier formation shut out all the noise from outside. The room was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing, both slightly rough.
Shen Qingyun stood by the bedside, his deep gaze fixed on Xue Ning.
The moon-white fitted undergarment she wore had already been soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin and outlining a breathtaking figure.
The silk underpants were pressed close to her evenly shaped legs.
Even worse, a very obvious tent had already risen beneath the hem of Shen Qingyun’s daoist robe.
Xue Ning naturally noticed the eye-catching change as well.
Her cheeks, already flushed red from the lingering effects of the medicine, were now so red it looked as if blood might drip from them.
She turned her face slightly away, too afraid to meet Shen Qingyun’s eyes.
“Master Shen...” Xue Ning’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz. “Could you... please step outside for a moment? I want to change clothes.”
Seeing her evasive gaze, Shen Qingyun’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly.
“Fine. I’ll wait outside.”
Hearing Shen Qingyun’s footsteps as he turned away, Xue Ning’s taut nerves finally loosened a little.
She braced herself on the bed with both hands, trying to shift her body so she could reach the clean clothes by the pillow.
However, she had overestimated herself.
The lingering numb sweetness from the medicine washed over her nerves in wave after wave, instantly draining away all her strength.
“Ah...”
Xue Ning’s wrist went weak, and she cried out in alarm. Losing her balance, she pitched forward uncontrollably.
The moment Xue Ning made a sound, Shen Qingyun had already turned around. He stepped to the bedside in a single stride and reached out, catching her steadily.
Xue Ning crashed straight into a broad, burning-hot chest.
Through the thin fabric, she could even clearly feel the man’s powerful heartbeat and his astonishing body heat.
“Master Shen...” Xue Ning panicked and tried to push him away. “Let go... let go of me...”
But Shen Qingyun didn’t release her. Instead, he tightened his arms and locked her firmly in his embrace.
He lowered his head, and warm breath brushed against Xue Ning’s ear.
“Sister Ning...” the man’s voice was low and magnetic. “That’s so distant. You’re still calling me Master Shen?”
Xue Ning’s whole body stiffened, and she looked up in disbelief.
“You...”
Before she could finish, Shen Qingyun lowered his head and accurately sealed those slightly parted red lips.
“Mmm...”
All of Xue Ning’s resistance and startled cries were swallowed whole by that hot, domineering kiss.
The man’s breath instantly invaded every one of her senses.
Unlike the youthful scent of the boy he had once been, the current Shen Qingyun carried the aggressive force unique to a mature man, prying her teeth apart without room for doubt and driving straight in.
Xue Ning only felt the world tilt.
The sounds around her grew distant and blurred, leaving only their interwoven, ragged breathing and the thunder of their heartbeats, pounding hard in her chest.
...
Bang!
At the mountain gate, a deafening explosion shook the skies.
The giant plaque of the Sword Pavilion, weathered by a hundred years of wind and rain and a symbol of the sect’s honor, was cleaved cleanly in half by a blood-colored saber!
Rubble flew everywhere, dust billowed into the air.
Lin Mubai stood amid the storm of dust, his long sword letting out a clear dragon’s cry.
The tip of the blade pointed diagonally at the ground, reflecting the mass of enemies surging before him.
The Blood Fiend Gate master was a broad-shouldered, scar-faced man. His gaze roamed shamelessly over the people of the Sword Pavilion.
In the end it landed on Lin Mubai, and a lecherous grin spread across his face.
“Young Sect Master Lin, long time no see.” The scar-faced man spoke. “Why don’t I see your heavenly beauty of a mother? I heard Pavilion Master Xue relapsed today and can’t even get out of bed? Tsk tsk, what a shame for such a fine body. She can only lie there in bed.”
Standing beside him was an elder of the Joyous Union Sect, a white-faced scholar with soft, delicate features.
He waved a folding fan and took up the thread with a flippant look in his eyes. “Ah, Master Blade, that’s not quite right. A woman is all the more flavorful when she’s lying in bed. Though Pavilion Master Xue can’t walk, she still has plenty of charm. If she were willing to serve this old man for a few nights, I might consider leaving your Sword Pavilion a way out.”
“Hahahaha!” The Wild Lion Valley master was a burly man with a face full of bristling beard. On hearing this, he let out a thunderous laugh. “You old lecher, aren’t you afraid of throwing out your back! Pavilion Master Xue is the famous ice beauty of Qingzhou. Even crippled, she’s still a top-class piece!”
He stepped forward and pointed at Lin Mubai, laughing loudly. “Kid Lin, your mother must be lonely all by herself. Why don’t you let a few uncles go in and keep her company?”
Lin Mubai’s eyes turned red, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged as he gripped his sword.
“Shut up!” he roared. “You shameless bastards! Today, with me, Lin Mubai, here, no one will take a single step into the Sword Pavilion!”
“Oh? Not bad spine.” The scar-faced man feigned surprise and dug at his ear. “Lin Mubai, take a good look at the situation. The Sword Pavilion is no longer the Sword Pavilion it once was. If you know what’s good for you, kneel down right now and call me father. If I’m pleased, I’ll not only let you keep being this young pavilion master, I’ll also take good care of your mother. I guarantee she’ll be singing through the night, soaring to heaven and back, hahahaha!”
The Joyous Union Sect elder joined in with a laugh. “That’s a good idea! Young Sect Master Lin, having a few more fathers to spoil you would be wonderful, wouldn’t it? Your mother’s crippled legs may not let her walk, but wrapped around a man’s waist, I’m sure they’d have a different kind of charm!”
“Hahahaha! Exactly!” The Wild Lion Valley master also joined the jeering. “Kid Lin, hurry up and call me father! Once you do, we’re all family!”
The disciples of the three great sects burst into laughter with them, all kinds of filthy words pouring out nonstop like a tide crashing toward Lin Mubai.
Lin Mubai shook with rage, his teeth clenched so hard they creaked.
“I’ll kill you all—!”
He took a deep breath, and in his mind flashed the gentle, dignified face of his mother.
Mother, don’t worry. I will guard the Sword Pavilion to the death! I will never let this pack of beasts lay a finger on you!
His long sword swept through the air, sword energy crisscrossing in all directions.
“Aaaah—!”
...
“Ah...”
On the bed, Xue Ning threw back her slender neck and let out a sobbing cry that was sweet enough to go straight to the bones.
Shen Qingyun said nothing.
His large hand seized those evenly shaped jade-white legs that had just begun to regain feeling and folded them apart to either side.
His waist pressed forward, and he drove himself into the fully ripened, tender body beneath him.