Chapter 141 Tonight, You Are Mine

Leixiang was unable to move a single muscle, but those wealthy patrons could move about freely. Stirred by alcohol and lust, some of them had already lost their minds. "Kill him, kill him, and Qingxue will belong to all of us." "Right, I could tell he was no good from the start. Let's get him together."

Amidst the curses, they all made their moves. Some formed hand seals, others summoned flying swords, and a few even unleashed their natal magical treasures. Just as the chaos reached its peak, a low, explosive shout rang out. Although not loud, it completely subdued the restless patrons. "I assume everyone is familiar with the rules of our Rujia Inn, so I advise you all to remain calm and allow this old man to say a few words."

The lobby instantly fell silent. Everyone suddenly felt a sense of suffocation and turned to look at the speaker. He was in his forties, dressed in a grey cloth gown, with a friendly smile on his face, looking very much like a kindly uncle from next door. Yet, the terrifying pressure emanating from him made people involuntarily step back. It was none other than the head accountant. His appearance was utterly ordinary, and his words were equally mundane, spoken as if he were chatting casually with friends and family.

"We are all men, and we all understand the value of this thousand-gold moment. But when it comes to matters between men and women, the highest realm is mutual consent. Today, our premier courtesan, Miss Qingxue, has taken a fancy to this young man, so let us exercise some patience and forbearance. Otherwise, if Miss Qingxue gets upset and refuses to entertain guests anymore, it will not only be a loss for Rujia Inn, but you gentlemen will also miss out on a great pleasure. Who will you play with in the future?"

These words struck a chord with some of them, while the majority, though still unwilling, were awed by the accountant's terrifying strength and intimidated by Rujia's prestigious reputation. Daring not to say anything more, they stowed away their magical artifacts and turned to look for other maidens.

After everyone had departed, the accountant waved his hand, and a soundproof barrier materialized out of thin air, enclosing Leixiang and himself. The accountant's demeanor instantly shifted. He was no longer the benevolent-looking middle-aged man; he suddenly transformed into a tyrannical, savage old scoundrel. "What kind of blind luck did you stumble into, you punk? Look at that punchable expression of yours. The moment you arrive at our Rujia Inn, you want to hog the prize all to yourself. Listen here, kid, if it weren't for the fact that little Qingxue has taken a liking to you, I'd crush you into pieces myself without needing anyone else. Take good care of Qingxue tonight, you hear? If there is the slightest mishap, I'll destroy your physical body and imprison your primordial spirit to suffer a hundred years of torment in the flames of purgatory. Damn it!"

With that, he dismissed the soundproof barrier, and Leixiang immediately regained control of his limbs. It appeared the restriction had been placed by him. The accountant then patted Leixiang on the shoulder with earnest gravity. "Young man, Qingxue is a good girl. Cherish her well." He gave Leixiang a gentle shove forward.

Leixiang was completely dumbfounded. He truly had not expected this uncle to change his attitude so drastically, flipping his face as easily as turning the page of a book. Yet, what shocked Leixiang even more at the bottom of his heart was the man's cultivation level. The pressure released within that barrier indicated that his cultivation had almost certainly one foot stepping into the Nascent Soul stage, or at the very least, was at the peak of the Core Formation stage—far beyond anything Leixiang could contend with.

"Hey, stop staring, they're already far away. Follow me, tonight you are mine."

Leixiang snapped his head around and met the exquisite face of Miss Qingxue. With a cheeky grin, he replied, "What yours and mine? It's ours. Come on, let's not waste this beautiful evening..." Leixiang's words were cut short as Qingxue's soft lips pressed directly against his. His mouth was blocked, his eyes widened in surprise, and the expression on his face looked as though he were being violated, though what he was truly thinking remained a mystery.

After a passionate ten-minute kiss, Leixiang bent down, scooped up Qingxue's graceful body, and strode quickly toward her room upstairs.

It was a pristine room, and its furnishings could only be described as elegant. Masterpieces of calligraphy, paintings, antiques, and jade artifacts must have been worth a small fortune. Leixiang had no mind to admire them; he walked straight to the bed, gently laid Qingxue down upon it, and pressed his entire body over her, his hands beginning to untie her gauze robes. Unexpectedly, Qingxue slapped Leixiang's hand away with a crisp *crack*, rolled aside in one smooth motion, and looked at him with a half-smile. "Look at your impatient monkeying around. You don't look like someone destined for greatness. Aren't you going to ask why I took a fancy to you?"

Leixiang simply lay flat on his back on the bed, laughing nonchalantly. "I only know that a pleasant evening and a beautiful landscape should not be wasted. Don't you think discussing such matters now spoils the mood, Miss Qingxue?"

The smile vanished from Qingxue's face as she sat straight up, her tone turning ice-cold. "Stop playing word games with me. With your cleverness, you must know that I wouldn't take a fancy to you for no reason, and you also know that being alone with me isn't for merrymaking. Let's speak plainly without beating around the bush. I hope you'll cooperate and answer my questions honestly."

Leixiang blinked, his brow furrowing. "Forgive my denseness, but I truly don't know why you say this or why you're doing this. In fact, that head accountant just now possessed extraordinary strength; if you wanted to deal with me, he could have handled it entirely. Why go through such a roundabout way? What are you after?"

"None of your business!" Qingxue said coldly and proudly. "I said tonight you are mine, and you must obey me completely. Now, I ask and you answer without any nonsense. What is your name? What on earth are you trying to accomplish by coming to our Rujia Inn?"

Leixiang lay motionless. "Ah, Miss Qingxue, you're hilarious. I came to Rujia Inn naturally to stay at an inn, unless you think I came to see a doctor? If I came for an illness, it would be lovesickness—I missed you far too much..." With that, Leixiang lunged forward to embrace her once more. With such a beauty by his side, failing to make a move would make him both a fool and a eunuch.

"Don't you dare!" Following Qingxue's voice, a flash of light rippled across the large bed, and five glowing rings materialized around Leixiang's limbs and neck, completely immobilizing him. Being restricted, released, and restricted all over again left Leixiang utterly baffled. Fortunately, a trace of amusement flickered in Qingxue's beautiful eyes, letting Leixiang know his safety was temporarily guaranteed.

Qingxue reached behind her neck with both hands to brush her long hair backward before speaking slowly. "Young people shouldn't be so hot-headed. I said tonight you are mine, and you must obey all my commands. As long as you speak the truth, I will naturally give you what you want. If you choose to lie, I'll have Uncle Fang deal with you. Oh, right, that accountant you saw earlier is Uncle Fang. Heh, now you can state your true purpose for coming here, and spare your flesh and blood from suffering."

Leixiang sighed helplessly. "I can't beat you, and I can't run away. I have no choice but to tell you the truth. I heard that this nameless island has some connection with the Xiaoya organization's headquarters, the Suspended Island, or perhaps it *is* the Suspended Island itself. Therefore, I came here to investigate the secrets of the Suspended Island. You can let me go now, right?"

Qingxue's eyes lit up as she blew a gentle puff of air toward Leixiang. He immediately felt a faint, delicate fragrance wash over him, intoxicating his entire being. This scent was unlike floral aromas, wine, or food; it was a pure, natural maidenly fragrance. Leixiang could easily tell. Could it be that Miss Qingxue, who had seen countless men, was still a virgin?

At that moment, Leixiang's heart was intoxicated, his mind plunging into a hazy chaos as if it no longer obeyed him. His eyes stared infatuatedly at Qingxue, and she timely followed up with a question: "Why must you go to the Suspended Island? What is your ultimate objective?"

Leixiang answered with complete candor. "The entire Wuji Continent is filled with legends that the Xiaoya organization's wealth rivals a nation, and the Suspended Island is their headquarters. Naturally, the quantity of spiritual stones stored there is astronomical, and I happen to need a vast amount of premium spiritual stones to break through my cultivation bottleneck. You know that if I can break through once more, I could become someone on par with your Uncle Fang."

Qingxue's eyes rolled as she mentally weighed the truthfulness of the young man's words. This place was indeed connected to Xiaoya's Suspended Island, and the island truly housed an ultra-massive reserve of spiritual stones. Over the years, the Xiaoya organization had continuously plundered fine and even top-grade spiritual stones, and this wealth ranked high across the entire Wuji Continent. Most importantly, Qingxue had immense confidence in her technique, *The Maiden's Incitement*. It was one of the most mysterious secret manuals of the Xiaoya organization—as the name implied, using a virgin body to sway an enemy's will. Under the full exertion of her technique, it was very difficult for Leixiang not to speak the truth.

The amusement in Qingxue's eyes grew richer. "I heard you possess a magical artifact called a spear, and its attack speed ranks first on the Wuji Continent. If that's the case, we can strike a deal. You help us kill a fierce beast, and I will reward you with a specific quantity of spiritual stones. What do you think?"

Leixiang still answered honestly, "Your Uncle Fang has a higher cultivation level than mine; why must you be the one to send me to kill it? Could it be that Uncle Fang has some unspeakable difficulty preventing him from taking action personally?"

"No, Uncle Fang cannot catch it either. This demonic beast has no other particular skills, but its fleeing speed is astonishing. Since we cannot set up an ambush, we must strike at the absolute fastest speed, and the blow must hit on the first try, otherwise who knows where that wretch might run off to."

At this moment, Qingxue's gaze began to blur, hazy and indistinct to the viewer. Yet Leixiang perceived a rich aura of romantic passion within it. His mind was thoroughly muddled, and he answered incoherently, "I have the God-Slaying Spear; I can help you complete the mission. You must give me a thousand premium spiritual stones."

"Haha, no problem, it's a deal!" Qingxue's tone carried unconcealed joy. A thousand premium spiritual stones were by no means a large sum for Xiaoya. Her boneless, tender hand gently slid over Leixiang's outer garment. "Very well, business is concluded, and it's time for us to enjoy this beautiful evening. Don't forget that tonight, you belong entirely to me."