Sui Rong could not believe what this man was saying. In fact, the first few seconds since he opened his mouth, she had absolutely thought he was saying gibberish.

But Shi Lan had a stern expression on his face. And that look made Sui Rong’s heart beat fearfully. Those weren’t the eyes of a clown.

This man could grab her neck again, if he was to find out that she took him for a joker. She didn’t want to get on Wei Shi Lan’s bad side anymore and really just wanted him to like her so he would be able to climb her bed with her.

This meant she had to be completely honest with him.

Sui Rong sighed.

"Benevolent Healer, you speak of becoming a Cultivator like telling someone to become a fisher. Cultivation is a world that is impossible for ordinary mortals to dare dream of. Many spent their entire childhood learning to sense Qi and still failed at it, but I am an old woman, pushing her late forties, my body has grown far more accustomed to this world than those younger ones that still fail. Cultivation is a pipe dream for me, I am not so ignorant that I wouldn’t know this."

Wei Shi Lan folded his arms, looking at her nonchalantly.

"You... do not dare to become a Cultivator, but you think having me on your bed is going to be any easier?"

He shook his head and scoffed.

After he had seen what his Dark Qi did to Qing Rou, he was sure that he couldn’t just cultivate with anybody, and he most certainly couldn’t plunge his dragon into any lair that didn’t have a cultivation base. He had to be careful.

While he may look like his delivery of words was ruthless, at the depth of his heart he meant well for Sui Rong, who had helped him to bring around Qing Rou and even allowed him to use her room.

But if this was the mindset she had, then there was not much he could do.

"You’re ready to make a bet on me, but not ready to make a bet on yourself."

He shook his head pitifully.

"Giving up on yourself just because you’re forty?"

"The path of a Cultivator is not one someone like me can just embark on just because I want to be able to climb your bed..."

Shi Lan raised his chin and gave her a condescending look.

"Then your body does not desire me well enough. When the madness of wanting my touch consumes you, I will be waiting to see what decision you make. But know this, my offer to help you will be off the table. You will have to prove yourself then."

Shi Lan made it clear and turned to the room, waving her to come.

"I have not forgotten your special service, come, let’s get this over with."

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Sui Rong stood in her room, holding her hands together with her head lowered.

There was so many conflicted feelings turning inside of her. And it made her quite indecisive, for one, she feared that all her effort to make this man value her and want her had done nothing but the opposite. He said he valued transparency, and she had done just that and yet it looked like that had only helped him value her less.

Was he really serious? Was the only way to be valued by him becoming a Cultivator, so that they would be able to cultivate together?

She was greatly conflicted. Who goes ahead to make people cultivators just to have them on his bed?

Sui Rong found it hard to believe Shi Lan and just considered that it was equal to him saying he didn’t want her. Because these were impossible standards he was setting.

She looked at that bed, and to her, it seemed almost as if this was going to be the last time for her.

As much as she had looked forward to this special service, she now dreaded what was going to happen after it.

"Climb..."

Shi Lan said, looking at her with his deep, cold eyes.

She hesitated but slowly moved, climbed and crawled over the bed, before lying down on her chest, revealing her thick behind to Shi Lan.

Shi Lan placed one hand on her back. He stared impassively for a moment, only touching her with the edge of his fingers. Then he gripped her clothes suddenly with the other hand, causing her to jerk.

Before she could move properly or say anything, he ripped off her clothes, shredding them from behind.

She startled fiercely, but at the same time, a strange torrent exploded through her body, making her collapse to her bed. Her face went red as if it was boiling from within, and her eyes... her violet eyes

Sui Rong’s back was bare before his eyes.

But Shi Lan was not done.

He raised his hand above his head, straightening his fingers. His eyes sharpened and he let the hand fall.

An electrifying slap resounded against Sui Rong’s buttocks, sending her entire body jerking.

Her eyes opened wider and froze there. A deep pink hue changed the complexion of her cheeks.

’How... how can a slap feel so good?’

It was like she had received a strange epiphany, and entered a world she never knew was permitted to exist.

All Wei Shi Lan had done was slap her; however, this slap had caused her to feel strange... but in a good way.

On a normal day, Sui Rong didn’t think she would condone such a demeaning act. She would tear whoever perpetrated it to shreds. Because why would inflicting pain on her arouse her body?

However, here she was, being slapped by a man, that too, so cruelly, and her entire body was trembling with overwhelming excitement.

Shi Lan placed his hand on the lower edge of her peach curves. He fondled it like he was pressing a soft pillow, checking for how soft it was.

’Hmm, this area should work...’

He raised his hand again. This time his slap was more delicate and precise, only targeting that lower edge of the curve.

As it resounded, Sui Rong began to wet the bed.