Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 285 - 204: Jade Feet Under the Bed! (5k for Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 285: Chapter 204: Jade Feet Under the Bed! (5k for Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets)_2

Indeed, Sun Bukong had found a tiny clue.

But his luck was not on his side; just as he was about to leave, the voice of a woman came from outside.

The voice sounded quite gentle, yet it subtly carried a killing intent.

Sun Bukong recognized at once that it was the voice of Mrs. Zhao Ling from the Huangshan Sword Sect.

No ordinary Sword Cultivator could possess such imposing aura.

Sun Bukong’s Qinggong and thievery skills were superb, and his expertise in bedroom arts was unmatched; he was exceptional in both stealing items and seducing people, but he knew full well that he was no match for the Sect Leader’s Wife.

They say women are like wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, and can inhale dust from the ground at fifty; a woman like Zhao Ling was even more formidable.

Therefore, he hid himself under the bed, clad in all black, blending with the shadows, and employed the Turtle Breath Skills, as if becoming a part of the floor.

His method of concealment was such that even the most top-notch masters would struggle to detect him; this was why he could move in and out of the imperial palace with ease.

This technique originated from the Da Yihe Ninjutsu he obtained from a Fusang wanderer in his early years; it was then integrated with his Bone Shrinking Skill and other extraordinary abilities, making it "infallible."

But he didn’t know if it was because he hadn’t committed a major theft in a year and his skills had rusted, or if the Huangshan Sword Sect’s Sect Leader’s Wife, who had gained sole possession of two Dragon Essences, truly warranted caution; either way, he felt an unusual sense of nervousness for the first time in a while.

At this moment, he wasn’t just using the Turtle Breath Skills, he even reduced his heartbeat to the bare minimum to prevent even that slight motion from drawing the attention of such a Grandmaster-level expert.

The door creaked open.

Before Sun Bukong’s eyes appeared a pair of beautiful feet.

These feet were donned in purple flower shoes, the insteps were very white, flawless, resembling white snow on purple blossoms.

Having seen countless women, Sun Bukong naturally understood the allure of such feet.

But still, he remained motionless, not even his heart stirred.

Because although the feet were beautiful, their owner was extremely dangerous.

Mrs. Zhao Ling of the Huangshan Sword Sect was such a woman.

At that moment, with a thud, a circle of purple ripples appeared on the floor.

That was Mrs. Zhao Ling’s bellyband and skirt discarded.

In other words, the woman was now bare, except for the pair of purple flower shoes on her feet.

What a tempting vixen!

Sun Bukong continued to maintain absolute calm, even slowing the circulation of his blood to avoid emitting too much breath.

At this time, the Sect Leader’s Wife, Mrs. Zhao Ling, slowly walked to the bedside, inching closer to Sun Bukong.

Sun Bukong could even smell the scent coming from her feet.

For a moment, these feet seemed to hold a tremendous mystical attraction, as if they could snatch away his soul.

Though Sun Bukong was looking, because of professionalism, he showed no reaction.

At this moment, he was no different from the floor beneath the bed.

The next moment, the wood planks above slightly dipped; that was Mrs. Zhao Ling, without her clothes, lying down.

Now, Sun Bukong dared even less to make a move, feeling an indescribable sense of oppression.

It was as if the Sect Leader’s Wife’s body heat could seep through the wood panels.

Even Sun Bukong felt a bit of pressure in this situation.

An odd pressure.

The Sect Leader’s Wife, dressed only in those purple flower shoes, at an age considered ravenous, and known for her ruthless disposition; such a woman could indeed be very tempting to a man.

If it were any other lady who wasn’t so intimidating, he might’ve already emerged from under the bed, taking advantage of her unaware state, while saying, "Lady, you wouldn’t want to be harmed wearing only shoes," catering to desire in the process.

But now he dared not.

He was no match for this woman.

Suddenly appearing before a naked Mrs. Zhao Ling, he might gain a moment’s advantage, but after that, he would be the one to die.

He had been confident that with some distance, he could rely on his exquisite Qinggong to escape, but now he was not so sure anymore.

This woman seemed to possess a curious magical power, making it difficult for him to gauge the depth.

Above, there were no more movements, only the sound of steady breathing.

Had Mrs. Zhao fallen asleep?

But Sun Bukong still didn’t dare to move.

He was fully prepared for a drawn-out ordeal, very patient.

If this troublesome lady did not leave, he would not act.

At that moment, Sun Bukong frowned slightly as he heard a noise.

Then, with a squeak, the window cracked open a sliver.

The next moment, a pair of deep blue sword boots entered Sun Bukong’s vision.

The only man who could enter Mrs. Zhao’s room like this had to be her husband, which is the Sect Leader of the Huangshan Sword Sect, Chen Sanjue.

But he remembered that Chen Sanjue was supposed to be in seclusion.

Indeed, it had always been his wife, Mrs. Zhao Ling, who had been active in the Martial World, and she was the one who fought for the Dragon Essence.

Had he already come out of seclusion?

But why would he enter through the window?

Indeed, why would a Sect Leader enter his own room through the window?

And on the bed, Mrs. Zhao Ling showed no reaction.

At that time, the owner of the boots suddenly said, "Lady, I have arrived."

Hearing this, Sun Bukong was a little stunned.

It was not Chen Sanjue!

Upon thinking of the naked Zhao Ling on the bed, he became even more puzzled.

What was this...

"What are you waiting for?"

Soon after, Mrs. Zhao Ling’s voice came from the bed, cool with a hint of seduction.

Like ice wrapping around a core of fire.

"Yes!"

This disciple replied very respectfully, obediently removing his robe and climbing up, causing Sun Bukong to feel the bed plank dipping once again.

Then, continuous movements and pressure came from above.