That's going too far.

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Xuan Yi was angry again.

This was the first thought that came to Jiu Wu upon regaining consciousness.

She had been injured and briefly lost her mind due to the taint of demonic energy, acting purely on her innermost impulses, uncontrollable.

Though even when sober, she sometimes acted with malice to embarrass him, this time was clearly... excessive.

The flawless white jade was defiled and sullied, pure white stained with other colors—a dizzying, humiliating kind of beauty.

Jiu Wu looked at Xuan Yi; the shocking purple bruises on his neck, his once pale lips slightly swollen from bites, his right hand hanging by his side trembling slightly, the wound on his palm cracked open, fresh blood flowing between his fingers. That vivid red made his naturally pale fingers appear as if each detail had been meticulously sculpted.

Jiu Wu lowered her head guiltily and whispered, “My apologies.”

Though this enraged senior brother looked better…

“Senior Brother, I was wrong.”

Xuan Yi did not look at her. “Don’t call me Senior Brother.”

“Xuan Yi, I was wrong.”

Xuan Yi’s breath faltered. “You…”

“Stay away.”

Jiu Wu knew the only way to calm Xuan Yi now was to keep her distance. She slowly stood, concerned when seeing his injuries: “Your wound…”

The blood-stained palm clenched and crushed the teacup on the table. “Get out.”

Jiu Wu took out a bottle of healing medicine and silently placed it beside him.

After she left, the cave fell silent again, but Xuan Yi’s expression remained unsettled. He closed his eyes deeply, his brow twitching.

Once closed, memories of what had just happened flooded back.

His collar was slightly open, revealing the sour, tingling purple bruises—not only on his neck but also on his shoulder, chest, and the defined contours of his abdomen...

Even that place, where her hand had been...

It was hard to imagine the shameful yet pleasurable sounds had come from his mouth.

Xuan Yi’s face flushed and then paled, his fingertips trembling slightly on the table.

How could he be so shameless?

Those sounds that spilled from his lips had all reached her ears. She would surely gloat even more, convinced that her earlier claim that he was licentious and despicable was not wrong.

She even had the nerve to mention his injuries? When just now, she hadn’t cared for them at all with her actions...

Xuan Yi sat motionless like a statue, his chest burning like molten lava, unable to return to normal.

Outside the cave entrance, Jiu Wu looked frustrated toward the foot of the mountain. She summoned the system and asked, “Was I really too much just now?”

She picked up a stone and suddenly hissed, “What’s wrong with my hand?”

Looking down, she saw her hand was slightly stinging, the inside of her index finger reddened.

The system stammered, “I-I didn’t see anything, I was blocked.”

“Why are you useless at the critical moment?”

Jiu Wu complained.

The system panicked: “I can’t see when forbidden scenes are triggered—I’m blocked!”

“Forbidden scenes?”

“You mean you can’t see when I kiss Senior Brother?”

The system’s voice grew quieter: “Kissing is okay, but beyond that, I can’t see…”

“How much beyond?” Jiu Wu asked curiously.

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The system was exasperated.

Damn host, clueless yet doing such things, probably thinks she’s lived too long and wants the male lead to kill them both!

Unable to help her ease Senior Brother’s anger, Jiu Wu frowned deeply, pondered for a long time, then brightened and flew by sword to the direction of the Xiangjiang Pavilion...

During the day, Xiangjiang Pavilion was very quiet; a gentle breeze swept through the windows, dispelling the heavy scent of perfume. A flute melody echoed softly.

Aunt Liu put down her short flute, glancing at the only listener inside the pavilion. Her eyes were blank, clearly unable to comprehend the meaning of the tune, destined never to be a kindred spirit of any musician.

Upon seeing this beautiful yet fierce young woman, the wound on her shoulder began to ache faintly again.

Aunt Liu brought a cup of brewed tea to the table where Jiu Wu sat.

“Everyone inside the pavilion went to rest early today, so there’s no food to offer you, miss. Please don’t mind.”

Jiu Wu propped her chin and shook her head.

Aunt Liu noticed her troubled expression and softly asked, “Are you having trouble with matters of the heart?”

Jiu Wu vaguely recounted the past few days with Xuan Yi, including his anger, to Aunt Liu. Aunt Liu almost spat out her tea but quickly hid her surprise.

Such a tough, bandit-like person dealing with the coldest and purest young master in the world—if their relationship goes smoothly, it would be a miracle!

“I’ve tried to get closer to him as you said, but he still treats me coldly. Do you think he really hates me?” Jiu Wu nervously toyed with the rim of her cup.

Aunt Liu’s heart said yes, but her face showed no sign; she smiled and said, “Men are like that. Even when they like you deeply, they act all proper and gentlemanly on the surface. When I chased my husband, he was just like that. Later, he couldn’t live without me.”

Jiu Wu looked at her in surprise. “Aunt Liu, you have a husband?”

Aunt Liu paused mid-pour, then nodded without hesitation, “Of course. We have a great relationship. He sticks to me all day. Everyone says we’re inseparable, like one person.”

Jiu Wu looked around. “Where is your husband? I haven’t seen him.”

Aunt Liu laughed. “He went on a trip a few days ago, but he’ll be back soon. Oh, don’t talk about me. Since you’re here today, let me teach you something else.”

Jiu Wu straightened up, looking at Aunt Liu expectantly.

“I’ve met many people. What I’m about to tell you are genuine methods to make your beloved like you.”

“First, you must stick to him constantly. This will make him get used to your presence faster.”

Such closeness might only make him more annoyed and desperate to get rid of you.

Jiu Wu suddenly pulled out a small notebook and quickly jotted it down.

“Second, occasionally show a fragile side to increase his protective instinct.”

She had heard the young master of the immortal sect cared only about the righteous path, slaying demons. Such a man must despise weak, useless women immensely.

“Third, confess to him often, telling him how much you love him. This way, he’ll know your sincerity and be deeply moved.”

No one could tolerate being nagged by someone they didn’t like, buzzing like a fly all the time about how much she loved them.

The more you say, the faster they get annoyed.

“Lastly, praise him. Make him feel you are the one who truly understands and recognizes his strengths.”

The young master had been praised thousands of times; one or two compliments wouldn’t mean much. Too much chatter only annoys.

Aunt Liu’s eyes flashed with malice. That restless succubus actually thought this little demoness who knew nothing about men and women could succeed?

Ridiculous.

But since he didn’t stop Aunt Liu from teaching her wrong methods, if things didn’t go as he wished in the end, it wouldn’t be her fault.

Jiu Wu closed her notebook and looked at Aunt Liu. “You really know a lot. Did you use these same methods to make your husband fall in love?”

Aunt Liu’s fingers trembled; her sharp red nails grazed the soft flesh, drawing a thin line of blood.

She looked up at Jiu Wu. Did this innocent yet cruel little demon really believe her?

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Aunt Liu curled her lips, a sudden realization in her eyes. “Yes, that’s exactly how he fell in love with me. Your beloved will be the same.”

Jiu Wu smiled faintly and stood. “Thank you. I’ve taken note.”

After Jiu Wu left, Aunt Liu looked down at the silver coins at the table’s foot—every cent accounted for.

Good. If she’s ever discarded like trash, she better not come to her for revenge.

At noon, under the bright sun, the aroma of food drifted from street vendors on both sides, whetting one’s appetite. Jiu Wu bought two pieces of sugar cake to take back for Xuan Yi.

“Host, how did you meet the owner of Xiangjiang Pavilion? She seems very knowledgeable.”

“You weren’t around then. That owner is a monster, much more cunning than she appears.” Jiu Wu cradled the sugar cakes.

“So you’re not listening to her anymore?”

“I am. What she said makes sense.”

Earlier, Jiu Wu and Xuan Yi’s intimate acts weren’t entirely because of Aunt Liu’s words. It was also her own heart’s desire, and Aunt Liu just provided the answer she liked.

Now, she wanted more—wanted Senior Brother to no longer hate her closeness, even to like being near her.

Since she didn’t know how, she would try what the monster suggested.

Also, she needed to keep contact with Aunt Liu to investigate that night’s shape-shifting monster and its true intentions.

She always felt that monster was different from ordinary ones; when it approached, she even felt a strange closeness.

“System, quickly check if there’s any unique way to praise Senior Brother. Preferably... compliments no one has ever said to him before.”

The system pondered. There were many compliments, but unique ones...

The male lead was a paragon of elegance and genius; what compliments hadn’t he heard?

The system rummaged endlessly in its databanks and finally found a book titled *“Praise That Makes Everyone Happy.”* Without reading it, it handed it to Jiu Wu.

“Host, pick whichever you find unique.”

Jiu Wu returned to the cave, stored the *Praise That Makes Everyone Happy* safely in her storage pouch, and cautiously peeked out. The moon-white figure was still sitting by the table, as if never having moved since she left.

Jiu Wu tiptoed inside.

Xuan Yi heard the sound and glanced at her with cold, narrow eyes.

“I can’t see anything around me anymore,” Jiu Wu said, holding the sugar cakes as she groped forward.

Xuan Yi glanced at her again.

“It’s because your radiance hurt my eyes!”

Xuan Yi: “...”

The system awkwardly slammed into the wall. Who could explain why that *Praise That Makes Everyone Happy* was filled with cringe-worthy, cheesy pick-up lines???

“Who’s happy listening to this?”

More like “who’s laughing at this”...

Before the system could knock itself out, Jiu Wu leaned in mysteriously to Xuan Yi.

“Senior Brother, I’m missing something lately.”

Xuan Yi silently watched her. Jiu Wu’s eyes curved, two small dimples faintly showing on her lips. She said loudly,

“I’m missing you.”

A crack appeared on Xuan Yi’s icy expression, his lips twitching slightly. He finally couldn’t help but say,

“Isn’t it... your brain you’re missing?”