Chapter 128: The Butterfly Caught in the Spider’s Web
Chun Lan had no idea how she had ended up sitting in the confinement room in such a daze.
In front of her was Young Master Sang, who was busily pouring tea with a disconcerting smile on his face.
“See, I told you.”
While pouring the tea, Young Master Sang said, “Your swordsmanship must have some issues; I wouldn’t be able to find you otherwise, right?”
“In today’s world, there are not many honest and kind-hearted people like me.”
Chun Lan pouted. Though she felt nervous, she steeled herself and asked, “So, do you know what I should do about my situation?”
“Look at what you want right now.” Young Master Sang slowly sat down and took a sip of tea.
“I… I don’t want to miss this Sword Palace Grand Tournament.” She bit her lip and said softly, “I want a set of powerful sword techniques that can be mastered quickly, something that won’t raise suspicion from the Palace Master and will help me rank high in the tournament.”
“Easy peasy.”
Young Master Sang clapped his hands: “What a coincidence! I’m a master of powerful sword techniques!”
“Just right, our family has an ancestral treasure that helps with sword training, allowing the user to simulate the sword intent in real-time, speeding up the training process.”
“With this treasure, given your talent, Miss Chun Lan, you’ll be able to grasp the new sword techniques fully before the tournament.”
“…This doesn’t sound like a difficult task.” He mischievously stuffed a stone into Chun Lan’s hand.
Chun Lan’s heart skipped a beat.
Feeling the warm jade in her hand, her nervousness intensified, and she couldn’t help but ask, “W-why are you being so kind to help me? You don’t have some secret scheme, do you?”
“Hey, Miss Chun Lan, your words hurt my feelings.”
Young Master Sang pretended to be sad: “As sword cultivators, we dedicate our lives to the sword path; it’s only right we support each other in mutual progress.”
“Besides, I’m not in competition with you Sword Palace disciples; what would I scheme for?”
Chun Lan thought for a moment and found it somewhat reasonable.
After all, she was just a little sword attendant; there wasn’t much about her that anyone would covet…
Wait a minute.
Chun Lan suddenly grew suspicious and shielded her chest with her hands, her pretty face flushed with anxiety as she asked, “Y-you’re not trying to make a pass at me, are you?”
Young Master Sang: “…Dear lady, I’d rather chase a steel plate than pursue you.”
He said, casting a strange and exasperated glance at her underdeveloped chest.
“You! I’m not small! I’ll still grow!”
“Okay, okay…”
Young Master Sang coaxingly walked to her side, gently handing her a wooden sword: “Since you’re not at ease, why not try out the power of my family heirloom right here?”
Chun Lan took the sword but was still hesitant.
Seeing that it needed just a final push, Young Master Sang simply took matters into his own hands, grabbing her hand holding the training jade with one hand.
With the other hand, he held her sword hand, slowly raising it towards the front.
“Uhm!”
The intimate gesture embarrassed Chun Lan instinctively, her cheeks burning as she exclaimed, “Y-you! Pervert, what are you doing—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Young Master Sang grinned mischievously and said, “Miss Chun Lan, hold on tight.”
“Next, it might get a bit intense~”
Then, he activated the training jade.
In the next moment, Chun Lan’s beautiful eyes widened.
She felt a profound and indescribable sword intent surging up in her heart. For an instant, her body seemed beyond her control, and she instinctively lifted her hand, tightly gripping the sword.
The moment the sword began to move, an overwhelming and surging sword intent rushed to her head like a volcanic eruption.
It fiercely washed over every nerve.
At that moment.
Chun Lan had the illusion.
That decayed wooden sword in her hand.
Seemed like with just a thought, she could split the world in front of her in two.
Separating yin and yang, dawn and dusk, heaven and earth.
Her hand slowly rose as she struck down towards the barren landscape before her, as if it were the universe’s wasteland, with great force.
“Ugh ahhh!”
One swing of the sword.
But nothing happened.
The confinement room remained the same confinement room, and everything felt like an illusion, the wooden sword still in its decayed state as if it wouldn’t even hurt someone if it hit them.
Only that extraordinary and overpowering sword intent lingered in her mind, refusing to dissipate.
“Gah!”
In the next moment, Chun Lan collapsed to the ground as if her strength was gone. Her face was flushed, panting heavily, her body drenched in cold sweat, looking as if she had just been pulled from water.
“W-what was that?”
Chun Lan’s eyes blankly whispered, “I’ve never experienced such a domineering and fierce sword intent…”
“This is something my father found from a secret realm, the residual sword techniques of ancient sword cultivators.”
Young Master Sang squatted down beside her, grinning as he said, “So, how does it feel? Isn’t it awesome?”
“Do you feel like your entire body is filled with sword intent, stripping you of your ability to think?”
“Your body craves this sword technique.”
“But you can only be a bystander, watching your body use someone else’s sword technique?”
“Yet this sword technique is so overwhelming, powerful, and captivating…”
“This feeling is quite intriguing, isn’t it?”
Chun Lan didn’t know how to describe it.
At that moment, she felt as if her body wasn’t even her own.
But that extraordinary sword intent, bringing a sensation of superiority over everything, made her deeply intoxicated and submissive.
She vaguely felt she had stepped into some forbidden abyss that should not be trodden.
So she instinctively murmured, “N-no, don’t… can’t… ugh!”
Chun Lan timidly shrank back, but Young Master Sang gently held her chin, bringing her face closer to his.
“Don’t worry.” He wore a wicked smile.
“This feeling, once your body experiences it… you’ll never forget it.”
“Ah…”
Chun Lan’s beautiful eyes became dazed, with drool faintly trickling from her cherry lips.
The flush on her pink cheeks and the lingering effects seemed like the coyness of someone after exhaustion.
“From today onward.”
“If you want to use my treasure to practice swordsmanship… you need to show up promptly at this time every day.”
“Be respectful to me; whatever I ask of you, just obediently do it.”
“Treat me as your master, your lord to serve.”
“Do you understand?” Young Master Sang looked at her indifferently.
Chun Lan’s mind felt a bit foggy.
She could only weakly squirm, desperately trying to turn her blushing face away, not wanting to meet Young Master Sang’s gaze.
“I… I won’t submit to you…”
“Heh, too late.”
Young Master Sang grinned, “At this same time tomorrow, I’m sure.”
“You will come to find me obediently.”
“Trust me. You can’t resist the desires in your body.”
He wore a villainous smile, enjoying the mixture of resistance and shyness in Chun Lan’s dazed and ambiguous gaze.
Young Master Sang knew.
This little butterfly was already a prey caught in his web.
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