Hunting milfs in cultivation world
Chapter 47: Acting 3

Chapter 47: Acting 3

Su Lan stood in silence, her bare figure cloaked once again in her flowing violet robe, the scent of dual cultivation still lingering faintly in the air. The opulence of the chamber—golden curtains fluttering gently from a breeze of spiritual energy, soft cushions strewn across the vast silken bed, and the fragrance of crushed spirit blossoms wafting from the incense burner—did nothing to calm the storm that brewed in her heart.

Her gaze remained fixed on Meng Hao, who stood before her with tears still shining faintly in his eyes, gratitude and vulnerability mixing within their depths. For a brief moment, she admired his expression—the purity in it, the sincerity that made him look more like a naive youth than a cunning cultivator. But instead of comfort, a wave of internal panic surged through her.

"Damn it, you foolish girl!" she cursed inwardly, her hands clenched within the long sleeves of her robe. "Why didn’t you think this through? Now that he completely believes me thanks to the sudden increase in his cultivation, what if he starts asking for more... more of the same ’ritual’?!"

The very thought made her heart skip a beat.

Yes, she had succeeded in deceiving him—at least for now—but that also came with a new problem. "He might demand more of this... more sex. And I—!"

She inhaled sharply, suppressing the flicker of heat that rushed up her spine at the memory of the previous night’s passionate union. Her face remained composed, yet a faint pink still tinted her pale cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from the residue of intense dual cultivation. Her limbs still felt slightly weak. The drain on her cultivation base was significant—nearly two years’ worth of spiritual energy infused into a single apple, just to preserve her lie.

"It’s not sustainable," she thought, gritting her teeth. "If he comes to expect this again and again, I’ll exhaust myself long before I can bring him under control. No... I need to craft another explanation—something believable, something that will keep him at bay... but also draw him closer to me over time."

Her eyes flicked briefly toward him, observing the way he clutched his robes with hesitation, still overwhelmed by her fabricated ’truth.’ "We’ve already crossed the most intimate threshold. Emotionally, he might not feel bound to me yet—but physically, we’ve connected. If I let him drift too far now, someone else might seduce him. With that innocence of his... anyone could take advantage of him, and if they do, they’ll take what’s mine."

Her thoughts darkened. In that moment, a possessiveness she hadn’t acknowledged before curled inside her heart like a vine. She would not allow that.

Taking a quiet breath, she composed her expression once more into the serene coldness befitting a Peak Master. Her voice, smooth and authoritative, sliced through the quiet chamber like a blade drawn in still water.

"Disciple, you fail to understand," she said in her usual frost-edged tone. "This is not an ordinary ritual, nor one to be taken lightly. If it were so simple, wouldn’t every disciple in the sect already have reached the Nascent Soul Realm or beyond?"

Meng Hao blinked at her words, his expression attentive and respectful, though inwardly he wore the smirk of someone who could see through most things.

Su Lan continued, "This ritual—this ancient secret technique—is heavily restricted. It has stringent requirements and intense consequences. You must wait a full year before we can perform it again. Only after that interval will your body be able to safely accept another surge of my spiritual essence."

She stepped closer, her long lashes casting shadows over her pale cheeks as she looked him straight in the eyes. "Until then, forcing it would risk harming your meridians or worse... nullifying all previous progress. Do you understand, disciple?"

Her eyes remained locked onto him, watching his every reaction with meticulous attention. The slightest twitch, a furrow of his brow, the curve of his lips—nothing escaped her.

Meng Hao, listening to her solemn explanation, gave a deep sigh. His shoulders slumped slightly as a look of disappointment and guilt colored his face. He lowered his gaze, as if unable to meet hers, and slowly reached for his scattered garments, draping them over his bare form with silent deliberation.

"I see, Master," he finally said with a subdued voice. "How could I have thought it would be so simple to rapidly increase my cultivation? It was truly the foolishness of this disciple to expect shortcuts without understanding the price."

He bowed his head, his tone filled with remorse. "And Master, surely you must’ve paid a price for all this... This disciple can’t help but feel ashamed."

Meng Hao then raised his gaze to hers, and though he seemed calm, his words pierced like needles. "Master... you were famous throughout the entire sect and even in neighboring sects as a cultivator wholly devoted to the Dao, a woman who never spared even a glance for male cultivators. And now, because of me... you’ve broken that vow."

Su Lan’s heart skipped a beat.

He continued with increasing self-blame, "Because of me, you gave up your long-cultivated image, your purity, your path. You allowed me into your bed, you performed dual cultivation with a disciple who barely deserves your attention. It’s... shameful. All of it. I’m ashamed of myself for causing you to stoop so low."

He bowed deeply, holding back tears.

"This disciple swears, I shall not step into your chamber again for the next year. I must not become a distraction to you any further. You have given up too much for me already..."

As he turned and made to leave, Su Lan’s eyes widened in disbelief. Then—

Cough!

A sudden pain tore through her chest. Blood welled up in her throat, and before she could stop it, a mouthful of crimson sprayed onto her delicate fingers.

Meng Hao froze.

"Master!?" he rushed to her side, taking her soft hands into his with visible panic. "What happened? Was this... is this the side effect of the ritual we performed last night?!"

His voice cracked with fear. "Master, I... I didn’t mean for this! Is it because of me? Because I was too weak, too inexperienced? Did I harm your cultivation?!"

Su Lan stared at him as his genuine panic poured out like a flood. But inside, her thoughts roared with frustration.

"Dammit! Why does this boy always jump to the wildest conclusions?! His mind spins out of control so fast it’s hard to keep up!"

But alongside her irritation came another realization.

"With this level of innocence... he’ll never survive in this world. No, I cannot allow him to wander about unattended. If he ends up with another woman... if someone else charms him, seduces him, and learns of his true potential..."

Her heart tightened again.

"No... I must keep him by my side," Su Lan thought, her gaze intense and unwavering. "I cannot let anyone else lay claim to him. He’s too innocent, too sincere... and far too precious. If I let him go now, there’s no telling who might take advantage of him. No—he’s mine."

With that resolve anchoring her heart, she took a steady breath. The metallic taste of blood still lingered on her tongue, and the pain in her chest hadn’t fully faded, but she forced herself upright. Her delicate hand, pale as moonlight, moved gracefully to wipe away the blood from the corner of her lips. Though her limbs felt weak and drained, she straightened her spine with the poise of a sovereign cultivator—elegant, proud, and unyielding.

When she finally spoke, her voice no longer carried the distant frost of a Peak Master’s authority. Instead, it flowed like a calm river in spring—firm, but softened by an undercurrent of warmth.

"No, disciple... you are mistaken."

As Meng Hao looked up, his brows furrowed in concern, Su Lan did something completely uncharacteristic.

She lifted her hand slowly and gently touched his cheek.

Her fingertips, cool and soft, brushed against his skin with a tenderness so unexpected it stunned him. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. The woman who had always appeared as an untouchable goddess—the cold, aloof Peak Master who ruled over her disciples with icy dignity—was now gazing at him not as a master to a disciple... but as a woman to someone who mattered.

"This ritual..." she said softly, her eyes searching his, "has another condition."

Meng Hao looked up, confused.

"You must not go a full year without it," she said solemnly. "In order for the ritual to fully mature and complete after one year... we must perform the ritual once every week. Missing even one session will disrupt the energy flow and cause the entire process to collapse."

Meng Hao’s eyes widened with fresh tears.

"So... I misunderstood again... You truly did all this for my sake?" he asked with trembling lips. "Sacrificed so much, even your reputation, just to help me grow stronger?"

"I was too foolish to see it, Master. I questioned your intentions, when all along, you only wished to help me... I promise, Master—I won’t let your efforts go to waste. I will work hard. I will grow stronger. I... I will never let you down!"

He knelt before her, both hands pressed firmly to the floor as he vowed with determination blazing in his eyes.

Su Lan, standing above him, felt a wave of emotions wash through her. But above them all was a sense of victory—quiet, but satisfying.

"I did it," she thought, a faint smirk curling at the corner of her lips. "My dear disciple... forgive me for deceiving you. But I cannot lose you. Not now... not ever. You may not understand my feelings today, but one day, you will."

She gazed down at him, her heart swelling with a strange mixture of guilt, obsession... and something close to love.