Huang Yuantu left.
Qin Tian, Su Qingshuang, and the others entered the Su family mansion.
"Thank you, Brother Qin!"
In the hall, Su Xiaotian expressed his gratitude upon learning that the young man had saved his daughter's life. Qin Tian nodded politely.
"Dad, where's my eldest sister?"
Su Qingshuang, who had been away delivering goods for over a month, was eager to see her elder sister.
"She should be in the pavilion in the backyard," Su Xiaotian replied.
Without hesitation, Su Qingshuang hurried to the backyard, leaving Qin Tian and the Su family elders in the hall.
Backyard Pavilion
As soon as Su Qingshuang stepped into the backyard, she spotted a graceful figure in the pavilion.
It was a woman of breathtaking beauty.
Dressed in a moon-white robe, she sat elegantly on a stone chair, her cascading black hair flowing like a waterfall. Even seated, her exquisite curves were unmistakable—full breasts, a slender waist cinched by a violet sash, and long, snow-white legs pressed together in noble poise.
Her skin was flawless, glowing under the sunlight, and her face—carved as if by the gods themselves—radiated an ethereal, fairy-like grace. Any man who saw her would be spellbound.
This was Su Qingxue.
Engrossed in sketching on the stone table with an ink brush, she didn't notice Su Qingshuang's approach.
"Sister!"
Su Qingshuang suddenly embraced her from behind.
"Ah!"
A soft, intoxicating cry escaped Su Qingxue's lips—a sound that could make any man's blood boil. Recognizing her sister, she was both delighted and mock-scolding.
"You naughty girl! Is scaring me the first thing you do upon returning?"
"I missed you so much! Let me cling to you!"
Su Qingshuang nuzzled her cheek against Su Qingxue's, inhaling her fragrance while tightening her embrace. The sight of these two stunning women together was mesmerizing.
"Behave! Keep your hands to yourself," Su Qingxue chided.
"Hehe, your body is so soft and fragrant. I need to hug you more—before that big rogue gets his hands on you!"
Su Chen: "???"
Su Qingxue pried her sister's hands away, exasperated.
"Sister, what are you drawing?"
Su Qingshuang peeked at the stone table, where a portrait lay unfinished.
It depicted a young man—handsome, with sharp features and a faint, charming smile. He bore a striking resemblance to Su Chen, though slightly slimmer.
"Brother Su Chen… It's been five years."
A pang of melancholy hit her.
"Sister, what about that scoundrel Wang Teng? Father seems helpless."
At the mention of Wang Teng, Su Qingshuang gritted her teeth. Su Qingxue's expression darkened.
"Don't worry. Uncle Fu has gone to Wuji Holy Land to fetch Brother Chen. He'll return to settle this."
Her heart swelled with anticipation.
He'll come back for me.
Five years had passed since she last saw him. She wondered how he was faring—training in the Holy Land was grueling, the competition brutal. Perhaps she could… help him relax when he returned.
Her cheeks flushed.
"Sister, why are you blushing? Thinking about a man?" Su Qingshuang teased.
"Shuang'er! One more word, and I'll spank you!"
The two beauties tussled playfully, their laughter ringing through the pavilion.
Qin Tian's Dilemma
Half an hour later, Qin Tian exited the Su family hall, deep in thought.
"Master, should I help the Su family?"
Huang Yuantu's warning about Wang Teng forcing Su Qingshuang into marriage irked him. In Qin Tian's eyes, she was already his potential conquest.
He initially planned to crush Wang Teng publicly, as he'd done to others. But upon learning of the Netherworld Sect backing Wang Teng—a faction with a Transcendent Realm ancestor—he hesitated.
(Cultivation realms: Body Tempering → Qi Condensation → Spirit Sea → Spiritual Essence → Mystic Pill → Divine Ability → Soul Palace → Prince → Emperor → Immortality → Transcendence → Saint.)
Though a prodigy (5th-tier Divine Ability Realm, capable of rivaling Soul Palace experts), facing a Transcendent powerhouse was suicide. Even his master's protection might not suffice.
"Maybe I should leave tomorrow…"
Unless… Su Qingshuang visited him tonight.
His lips curled.
In a past lower-ranked world, a martial sister had pleaded for his help against a rival sect—offering her body in exchange. The memory still thrilled him.
If Su Qingshuang made the same request, he might intervene. After all, the Netherworld Sect wouldn't deploy their ancestor over Wang Teng's death.
As he mused, a woman in moon-white robes approached—and Qin Tian's jaw dropped.