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Unlike popular belief, Mo Yan did not receive any assistance from her family to cultivate this time. The Chi Family offered Chi Shan a Rank 2 Red Steel Relic Gu to relieve the political pressure of Qing Shu advancing to Rank 3. In time, Chi Shan will reach rank 3, too. However, there are no free lunches in the world. Chi Shan had to agree that the Chi Family, precisely Elder Chi Lian, would decide when he could advance to Rank 3 should Chi Shan make appropriate preparations.

Mo Yan knows all this because she received a similar restriction from her Grandfather.

She refused.

‘A Red Steel Relic Gu will instantly allow me to attempt advancing into Rank 3. Why will I stop at the Peak Stage? He is already at Rank 2. As long as I become an Elder, I can be with him without objections. Hehehe, and they want to stop me?’ A severe glint passes through her tired black eyes. She looks appropriately unkempt, her hair in disarray, with a heavy body odor around her. Aside from the usual hygienic needs down there, Mo Yan disregarded bathing most of the time or taking care of herself. She doesn’t leave her house and focuses on cultivation alone.

However, how can she focus on cultivation without earning resources? Despite Mo Chen refusing to hand her the Red Steel Relic, how can she reveal a peak-stage aura?

“You did it again, Sister!” Servants lower their heads as they quickly leave the area once Mo Bei arrives with an accusatory tone. He pointedly glares at Mo Yan, scrunching his brows with disgust. “Why are you doing this, Elder Sister? You sold another one of your important Gu to Grandfather. Isn’t it better to complete missions with us and earn resources?”

Since Mo Yan doesn’t leave her house, Mo Bei temporarily controls the Mo Faction. Mo Yan’s teammates think the situation will return to normal once Mo Yan returns. However, how could outsiders know the truth? Mo Yan only leaves her room to relieve herself or eat food. Her sudden desperation for cultivation did not blind her to diet, as she still looked fit despite a grim look.

The third reason she leaves her room is to rarely sell her Gu. As Mo Faction’s leader, Mo Yan saved a few trump cards ranging from expendable Gu to rare defense Gu. Unwilling to waste her time, she chose to sell those Gu.

“Earn resources?” Mo Yan coldly snickers. “For who? You? Grandfather won’t even part with one Red Steel Relic Gu for me and wants me to waste days on missions?”

“What about your evaluations, Sister? Spring is upon us. The Internal Affairs Hall will conduct their usual examination in a few days.” Mo Bei urges.

“Who cares?” Mo Yan sneers. Didn’t she firsthand understand the importance of strength? Would she care about evaluations if she’s an Elder? Would Mo Chen dare slap her for her wanton threats of selling those precious Gu to outsiders if she doesn’t receive fair compensation from the family?

While Mo Yan is angry at her family and undeniably frustrated, she also has a better outlook on life.

Mo Yan recalls the day when she begged her Grandfather to give her the Red Steel Relic Gu, promising that even if she becomes an Elder, she won’t stand in Mo Bei’s way. However, it wasn’t enough for Mo Chen. Mo Yan realized that her future was doomed for Mo Bei. She got upset and threatened that she didn’t need the Gu if she sold her trump cards to outsiders like the Clan Leader’s faction for a high price. The top three factions are wealthy, and the Clan Leader’s faction will undoubtedly want Mo Yan’s rare Gu to suppress the other two groups.

Mo Chen flew in a rage, slapping Mo Yan. However, she barely felt any pain. Even when her cheek swole up, she coldly gave Mo Chen a few days to consider.

Rank 1 Gu Masters need a supply of a few hundred to cap their cultivation. Meanwhile, a Rank 2 Gu Master must use a few thousand Primeval Stones. Mo Yan sold her first two rare Gu, cultivating non-stop, barely sleeping, and eventually advancing to Rank 2. However, she needed another supply of cash as she sold her second last trump card. She will soon reach Rank 3.

She can feel it.

Mo Yan decided to meet with ‘Him’ after advancing to the Peak Stage. However, her pride won’t let her meet him until she rises further. Wasn’t Lo Jik always worried that Elders have the last say on her marital decisions? Hehe! She will be rid of such chains once she reaches Rank 3.

An obsessive glint flies past her gaze as she glances at the stunned Mo Bei.

“What are you still doing here? Hmph, and don’t call me so affectionately. Do you think I don’t know Grandfather is giving you all my Rare Gu?”

Mo Bei’s expression changes as he retorts, “It’s because you’re making him angry! I’m trying to be a good grandson! You would know the feeling if you had a shred of emotion!”

“A good grandson?” Mo Yan cackles. “What a good grandson! What about being a brother? Did Grandfather give you all your gifts? Did he look after you when you were sick, driving those servants away and feeding you myself? Hmm? Did he try to help you when you got beaten in the academy?”

She touches his sore weaknesses as Mo Bei grits his teeth, snarling, “I was going to return those Gu to you. Hmph! You’re too arrogant, Elder Sister. Too pushy! I’ll have you beg for those rare Gu!”

“Beg? To you?” Mo Yan scoffs. “Do you want to know a secret, Little Brother? Remember your maid Cao? When she begged you in ‘those’ times? All those were lies! She didn’t feel a thing! Hahaha! You’re not only a stupid brother but a weak man!”

Mo Yan has always been vicious. It’s just that she’s never been hateful to Mo Bei.

The boy’s expression pales as Mo Yan dismisses him. “Go away. I sold another Gu to Grandfather. Go! Run to him and show how pathetic I was to waste my time on you after our parent’s death.”

She turns around, leaving a speechless and furious Mo Bei.

<<<>>>

Shen Cui slows down as she passes a familiar figure eating lush pears. She glances at the stall beside her, quietly rummaging through the vegetables as the figure beside her continues chatting with the stall owner, the latter offering a flattering smile to the former. Why wouldn’t he?

The person eating the pear is a dignified Gu Master! The red belt around his uniform lets others understand he is the Clan’s crucial combat force.

“Hehe, I miss these pears,” he snickers. “They only come during the spring. Next should be summer strawberry season, right?”

“Yes, Lord Lo Jik,” the vendor smiles. “I’ll surely save the best ones for you. It’s always an honor to be your stall of choice.”

Lo Jik smirks. The heat on him and Shen Cui has fallen quite a bit. It’s due to three factors:- the influx of Lightning Wolves in Qing Mao Mountain, forcing others to chase strength for survival, the news of the caravan arriving early, and lastly, Fang Yuan. Everyone knows how Fang Yuan became a wealthy Gu Master. He earned a sizeable inheritance, with no one to share since Fang Zheng took his uncle and aunt as his adoptive parents. Aside from three rental properties and the tavern to the east, Fang Yuan now possesses Rank 2 Nine Leaf Vitality Grass. This grass Gu produces Rank 1 Vitality Leaf!

Who doesn’t understand the importance of Vitality Leaf?

Gu Yue’s Gu Masters operate in teams, with each team often having a healing Gu Master. However, the area of effect Healing Gu is too rare for others. Instead, they carry expendable Rank 1 Vitality Leaf that heals and stabilizes their immediate wounds.

These Vitality Leaves are sold the second they appear in the market. Since Lo Jik could explain his modest wealth, he couldn’t buy the Gu due to a formless suppression of his seniors dissatisfied with Lo Jik’s earlier stubbornness of parting with Rank 1 Blood Python.

Had Lo Jik known about Python Gu’s origins, he would have never revealed it to anyone! Even the ones produced by Fang Yuan are sold like hotcakes, with Lo Jik only managing to buy 2. So, Nine Leaf Vitality Grass is no different than possessing a whole business! Such wealth attracted unwanted attention as Fang Yuan recently defeated a well-known Gu Master—Gu Yue Man Shi. It led to another wave of discussion around Fang Yuan.

The combination of all these things reduced the spotlight from Lo Jik.

He smirks.

“I don’t visit your stall for the fruits alone,” Lo Jik looks sideways, resting his gaze on the quiet Shen Cui, who pretends to not hear a thing as the two stall owners hold their tongues. Lo Jik watches Shen Cui sift through the products, frowning and tucking a few loose strands behind her ear before continuing.

“Oh,” Lo Jik muses aloud, noting the shift in her clothes—from bluish tones to earthen ones. “It’s spring already,” he chuckles as Shen Cui thins her lips. Her ears turn slightly red as he continues. “Spring is always fragrant.”

Her heart thumps.

Did he notice?

Even Fang Zheng didn’t notice how she started wearing fragrant oils and—

“However, I liked the flowers,” Lo Jik leans against the stall, turning to openly check Shen Cui out. “Flowers on your hair,” he tears the pretense as Shen Cui’s cheeks turn hot. She remembers how she used to wear yellow clips with flower designs. Now, she wears jade ornaments to match her jade earrings.

Before she decides to leave, having enough thrill for the day, Lo Jik approaches her. He doesn’t stop beside her but tosses something in her basket. She feels him stand behind him, his warm presence enveloping her in the slightly chilly spring evening.

“Wear that tomorrow,” he whispers. “It’s jade, too. But it’s mine.”

She remains still as Lo Jik quietly moves his gaze from Shen Cui to the stall owners, smirking at them and gesturing to keep their lips shut or else.

Sweat covers their forehead as Lo Jik leaves. Shen Cui doesn’t stay and moves quickly, too! However, she glances at her ‘filled’ basket.

Red Jade hair clips carved with flower designs.

Her face flushes as she reaches for the clips to toss them away.

What if Fang Zheng finds out?

Yet, she mutters bitterly.

Would he find out?

‘He barely noticed all the changes I made. Instead, he always accepts invitations from other female Gu Masters who are eyeing him. I know Fang Zheng isn’t like that. But he will find someone better eventually. Hmph! He barely gives me any time. Will he even take me as his concubine?’

She clenches the clips before slowly sliding them inside her robes near her perky bosom.

‘Lo Jik is also a Gu Master. He also notices things,’ she thins her lips. Her heart continues erratically beating as she leaves. ‘Maybe I can show this to Young Master and make him angry? He will pay more attention to me.’

How can Shen Cui not have such thoughts?

Also—after Cao’s disaster—how can Lo Jik not consider such a situation?

Heck!

He WANTS Fang Zheng to know his relationship with Shen Cui is in danger.

‘Man!’ Lo Jik returns home, preparing to practice using Gu within his grove. ‘I might be Fang Zheng’s best wingman.’

He enters his cottage to change his clothes before practice when he finds it unlocked and open. Alarmed, Lo Jik carefully opens his door and feels his nose twitching due to a strange stench. He retrieves his Blood Python, using it as a makeshift detection Gu as it points in his bedroom’s direction.

‘That’s where most of my stash is,’ Lo Jik frowns as the stench deepens. He carefully peaks into his bedroom, his mouth gaping in shock before he regains his composure and smiles. There she sat, angry and disheveled, eyes bloodshot and hair dry as twigs. She must have not bathed in weeks. Yet, Lo Jik beams and crosses the distance between the duo, surprising Mo Yan.

Can’t he see the angry look on her face?

So what?

Does he care?

No!

His daily rewards are back!

He pulls a tired Mo Yan into a deep, compassionate hug as she yelps. Her anger fizzles and her eyes unconsciously water when she feels the depths of his passion and love through his firm and squeezing embrace.

“Okay, okay!” She chokes her sobs, chiding in with a fond smirk. “I didn’t even bathe and rushed here! Let me—”

He seals her lips, causing her eyes to widen. She tries to fight back, wanting to freshen up. Honestly, she rushed here to give him an earful for forgetting her and having some rumors about a mortal girl a few weeks ago. How could she have expected such a warm and exciting welcome? Her body relaxes completely, and her eyes slowly close. She wanted this so much. Just a few congratulatory words from her family or Lo Jik would suffice. She was internally so desperate for the affection she lost that the simplest gesture would make her forget the past. That’s how most are. It’s not like she bears a life-and-death grudge against her family!

However, she didn’t receive the basic courtesy of her Grandfather congratulating her advancement. He’s angry.

Well.

Fuck him!

She’s angry, too!

Or was…

She’s not angry anymore.

“Puaaah~!” She gasps as Lo Jik slowly lets go of her. He snickers. “A Bath, right?” He clutches her hand as she blinks.

“You’re not thinking about it, right?” she stammers as Lo Jik cuts her off firmly.

She’s a Rank 3 Elder now. However, Lo Jik knows who’s wearing the pants in Mo Chen’s rental—Him!

“I’m thinking a lot of things,” Lo Jik smirks. “But my priority is to pamper my Yan for all the weeks we missed.”

She blushes profusely.

‘I should have cleaned up first. This is a mistake… wait, it isn’t!’

She gleefully accepts the offer, her exhaustion leaving her body at once!

<<<>>>

The bathing didn’t involve a lot of illicit acts since the cottage’s bathroom was small, and the wooden tub couldn’t hold two people. However, Mo Yan enjoys it more since Lo Jik’s services are top-notch. She never expected the head wash to be the highlight as her eyes almost rolled into her skull due to sheer comfort!

Now, warm, still flushed, and her dark hair damp, Mo Yan settles in his bed with him. It’s still evening, but Lo Jik covers the windows and lets the room descend into darkness. Instead of suggesting anything physical, Lo Jik covers her with a blanket and plants a soft peck on her forehead, whispering, “You should rest. Congratulations, dear Elder.”

She blinks, realizing that it’s only now Lo Jik’s congratulating her. She didn’t have a Gu worm to hide her aura, so it was clear to Lo Jik the second he looked at her—hence, his excitement.

“It’s Yan for you,” she snorts, ‘angrily’ correcting him. “I… I don’t want to sleep yet. I’m not that tired.”

“Oh?” Lo Jik blinks, climbing into the bed beside her. “Let’s converse. I would love to know your experience in advancing to Rank 3. It’s known that the crystal walls of Rank 2 Peak Stage aperture are several times stronger and heal more quickly, becoming the watershed for Gu Masters to overcome.”

Not having any of it, Mo Yan reaches for his hand, interlocking fingers. She adopts a more whiny, spoiled tone unbefitting of an Elder. “Jik,” she pouts, her cheeks blazing. “Can we?”

“I don’t know,” Lo Jik sighs. “I was pretty sad you didn’t even meet me after my encounter with the Blood Hound Wolf.” He teases. “I’m used to the solitude. Sigh.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, slowly pulling him. Her heart thumps when she doesn’t feel any resistance. “I was too committed to advancing at once. I… I wanted to surprise you.”

Others would gape if they heard Mo Yan appease someone with such a tone.

Nay! They would gape hearing an ELDER use such a soft tone against a Junior.

“That’s right,” Lo Jik hums, tightening his hand against Yan, muttering, “I also have to cultivate. Sigh, I don’t want to muddy your name now that you’re an Elder.”

“You won’t,” Mo Yan pleads, her body slowly leaning onto his as they feel each other’s breath atop their skin. “You’re the Champion.” Her other hand gently rests atop his chiseled chest. “Mine.” Mo Yan slips her hand inside his robe, softly pecking him. Her kiss turns passionate once she feels Lo Jik leaning in. Her heart soars when his other hand caresses her cheek.

“This junior doesn’t dare refuse,” he whispers once their lips part. Instead of getting angry again, Mo Yan giggles. “Good. Now have your way with me.” She reaches down to stroke his hardening member through his clothes. “You must punish this foolish Elder for not showing enough concern for her loyal junior. You fought off a weird wolf with five Gu on it! Did the Clan reward you?”

“No,” Lo Jik whispers, his hands undressing the thin robes protecting her from him.

“My first act as an Elder is to right that wrong,” she musters in a hushed, needy voice as he gently lets her down on the bed. He unravels her robes, freeing her pale and round breasts, ripe for suckling. His gliding hand slides past her torso, gracing her moist lips with a caring stroke.

“No wonder the Gu Yue Clan prospers,” Lo Jik chuckles throatily. “This reward is most acceptable, Elder Yan. I shall do my best to look after it.”

“As you should,” Mo Yan giggles, feeling his tender strokes as her body rapidly heats up. She hears the rustling of his clothes in the dim room. Her eyes adapt to the darkness, observing Lo Jik lowering his trousers. She doesn’t see ‘it’ clearly, but her nethers grow fiery nonetheless.

Anticipation and nervousness bloom in her heart. She internally vows to not be like her other female companions, who like making fun of the men they are with behind their backs. Why should she? Didn’t they prove their affection for each other? So what if there’s a mortal cunt making moves on her man? She’s a mortal! And Yan… she is an Elder!

His sizeable tip measures Yan’s worth, her lips parting in a soft gasp as he slowly slides in, meeting his first barrier. He doesn’t linger or feel any hesitation as he pierces past, leaving a thin trail of blood seeping from her entrance as her back slightly arches. It hurts, but Mo Yan suffered worse in her life. Instead, the slight ache feels like a pleasing itch Lo Jik is helping her scratch. She knows her fingers aren’t remotely comparable to his. She tried to relieve herself in other ways during her closed-door cultivation—no method came close.

It left her frustrated.

Now?

“Hmgh!” She thins her lips, moaning softly as her junior stretches her. Her moist, hot walls clamp down on him as a jolt of pleasure tingles her mind. Her head leans up to his pleasing kisses and playful bites. One hand coils around her shoulder to support her better, and the other one tenderly massages her breast. Meanwhile, Mo Yan doesn’t know what to do.

Unaccustomed to all this, Mo Yan cannot help but coil her arms around his neck.

“Does it hurt a lot?” Lo Jik whispers in concern as Mo Yan giggles. “Oh, that? It’s already passed, dear. I’m a big girl. I barely felt it.”

“Oh?” Lo Jik blinks, reaffirming that this world is different. “So, I can go harder, right?”

Mo Yan inclines her head sideways.

Harder?

Wasn’t he already doing that?

Most of her knowledge about the act comes from Cao, and the latter had Mo Yan believing that their intimacy will only last a few minutes at best. Of course, Mo Yan isn’t naive enough to assume that all experiences are like that. However, she already feels lucky enough to have a man of Lo Jik’s emotional capacity. Why else would she demand more—

Her thoughts jumble, and her breath hitch when he drags himself out and firmly slams into her with one motion. His hands leave her breast and capture her waist, locking her in one position. Yan feels her lover lean up as she unconsciously clenches the sheets.

Harder?

She blinks, realizing the intent behind those words.

Then her eyes widen as wet noise follows his swift, consistent movements. He mapped her insides, noticing all her weak points when using his tongue and fingers. It’s time to use all his knowledge and skills as Mo Yan no longer keeps her breathing in check. Her lips part, moaning and gasping, sometimes screaming in surprise.

All feels good.

It’s nothing like that head wash!

It’s hard and firm, yet it feels contained. Lo Jik doesn’t try to hurt Mo Yan. Instead, his fat cock ramming in and out of her pliant walls makes her squeal in an ugly manner. Her breasts bounce unchecked as she can feel his lurid gaze resting atop them. She feels his heavy grunts, nothing like the sweet man she fell for.

However, she falls harder for the man she witnesses today.

An errant deep-amber ray of sunlight slips through the bamboo blinds, illuminating his slightly glazed body. Mo Yan’s gaze shimmers as his contracting abs attract her, not knowing her lean body has a similar effect on her partner. Her gaze almost drools over his chiseled pecs and round shoulders, delighting at the thin growth of hair between his pecs. His once neat brown hair is now disheveled, making him smoldering.

She pants, moaning, “I’m—”

A wave of weightlessness hits her as her eyes threaten to roll into her skull, and she almost loses her unconsciousness due to the prior strain. However, leading a team of Gu Master into the dangerous valleys and encountering different dangers has benefits as Mo Yan controls herself.

Her body arches when she hears him grunt.

“I’m almost there, too. Let me pull—”

“Inside!” She screams snappily, using all her abdominal strength to sit up and hug him. Her legs unconsciously coil around his waist as she moans desperately, riding him and wildly bouncing her round ass atop him. “All of it! I love you! Please! All!” She breathes between her breaths, assuring, “I can drink the Autumn Tea later. Please, Jik. I need you!”

“Hmm,” He grunts, hugging her tight. His cock kisses the entrance of her womb, pulsating with power and need as he forcefully stops her from bouncing while releasing jets of thick, hot seed. Her vision swims when she feels it all.

It already took Mo Yan’s mental faculties to stop Lo Jik from pulling out, unaware he never intended to do so. Unable to think anything, she smiles beautifully, feeling his seed fill her.

All her indignance and frustration from the month melt away, leaving her satisfied.

Her hard work, aside from her advancement, feels worthwhile.

<<<>>>

“Are these for me?” Mo Yan whispers. She’s dressed up in her uniform. Her hair is back in its place, and no sign of exhaustion can be seen in her expression. Mo Yan stares at the jade-green studs in Lo Jik’s calloused hand. Her shoulder shudders as she sips on her tea to calm her nerves.

It tastes bitter.

Autumn Tea is a widely used beverage to deal with possible pregnancies at its inception.

However, Mo Yan doesn’t care about its taste as she glances between the earrings and Lo Jik.

“It’s a bit plain,” Lo Jik smiles wryly. “But I was never born into luxuries. So, I felt these were appropriate.”

“Thank you,” Mo Yan places the tea aside, somberly accepting the gift. “But I can’t wear these yet.” She looks at Lo Jik, explaining, “I don’t trust my Grandfather to think he won’t act against you if he finds out. I might be a Rank 3 Gu Master, but I don’t have any Rank 3 Gu, and I can’t exert my right as an Elder without forming a base. I’m—”

She would have never said such words before. But now?

“I understand,” Lo Jik wraps his hand around Mo Yan’s, closing her fingers around the earrings. He grins, “You will work hard. I will do the same!”

He pulls her close, pecking her lips.

“Besides,” he whispers. “You’re already rewarded to me.”

He snickers as she playfully swats his chest, snorting, “Well! Now, you must work harder and quickly become Rank 3. Never hesitate to ask for my help.”

A conflicted look appears on Lo Jik’s face as Mo Yan’s expression softens. She caresses his cheek, smiling. “Silly. We’re already one. What is mine shall be yours. Whatever is yours shall be mine.” Her gaze hardens as she adds. “Even that slut you’re chasing.”

“Her?” Lo Jik doesn’t break eye contact. “I wasn’t chasing her for that. Heh! Aren’t I lucky? Now I can piss Fang Zheng off harder by going all out. You already accept that.”

“Fang Zheng?” Mo Yan blinks, not expecting such a twist. She suddenly recalls Lo Jik’s outburst in the tavern days before she entered her closed-door cultivation.

‘Oh,’ she nods in understanding. ‘Well, either way is fine.’ The last thing she’s scared of after last evening is some mortal maid.

“May your day and meeting with other Elders be blessed, Elder Mo.” Lo Jik smiles, letting go of her as she nods firmly. She turns around silently, storing the jade earrings in her storage Gu before leaving Lo Jik’s cottage.

Meanwhile, Lo Jik cleans the bedroom and waits another fifteen minutes before checking all the locations where he stored the stuff he earned from his trait. He sighs in relief once he sees everything in place.

‘Onto the good stuff,’ he returns to his bed, slipping under clean sheets.

***

Alternate Title: Suppressed By Family; Sacrifices; Ruined Relationship; Single-Mindedly Cultivating; Grilling Mo Bei; Gleaming a New Outlook of Life; Power Matters; The Prince of Fruit Bazaar; Pear and Gal; Baiting Hard; Being an Unorthodox Wingman; Behind Cui; The Gift; Drop Shipping; Gift; Break-In?; Lo Jik Breaks Into Yan; Happy Mo Yan; Unbothered by Filth; Elder’s Gift: Elder; Elder Acquired; Mo Yan Went Above and Beyond; Making Her Man Happy; Grit and Determination; Love Produces Miracles; Cumming Inside; Harder and Faster; Cao Wishes; Mo Yan Struck a Cock Lottery?; Jade Earrings; Autumn Tea; Filling Yan