Su Mo finished recounting the events of the past year, his eyes fixed intently on Leng Yue’s delicate and flawless face.
Leng Yue’s complexion was pale, her expression powerless. She couldn’t refute a single word of Su Mo’s statements.
The Holy Son’s words cut sharply, leaving her unable to muster any resistance.
In truth, Su Mo had done much for her and her family—acts of great kindness. But her past behavior had been haughty, dismissive, and unreasonable, often cloaked in the guise of straightforwardness and authenticity.
Thinking back now, Leng Yue realized that if someone else were to hear about her actions as a story, they’d likely see her as an ungrateful, heartless woman who lacked any sense of gratitude.
Su Mo’s blunt and detailed recounting of events exposed her faults clearly, leaving Leng Yue shocked at how cruelly she had treated him.
Still, when she thought about Lin Xiuran, who was unconscious and severely injured, she gritted her teeth and tried to defend herself.
“Brother Lin said… everything you’ve done is because you have ulterior motives toward me, intending to use your kindness to coerce me into repaying you one day…”
Her voice grew softer as she spoke, diminishing to a whisper by the end.
Deep down, Leng Yue knew she was making excuses. She was trying to pin hypothetical wrongdoings on Su Mo to discredit everything he had done for her.
Her voice faltered, her arguments feeling hollow and unjustified, leaving her unsure how to continue.
Su Mo scoffed coldly upon hearing her words and retorted, “Jiang Lengyue, your arrogance and willfulness have only ever been tolerated because of my indulgence.”
He twirled the delicate porcelain cup in his hand, his tone turning colder.
“When this Holy Son likes you, I can hold you in the palm of my hand.”
His fingers released the cup, letting it drop.
CRASH!
The exquisite porcelain shattered on the ground, shards scattering everywhere.
“But when this Holy Son no longer likes you… I can crush you underfoot like dirt.”
Su Mo’s chilling words made Leng Yue’s face turn even paler. The vibrant red of her lips faded, leaving her looking fragile and weak.
Yet, this frailty lent her a certain beauty—delicate and pitiful, evoking a desire to protect her.
Su Mo observed her with interest, nodding inwardly. His calculated words seemed to have achieved their intended effect. Leng Yue now appeared to be consumed by guilt and self-reproach, starting to believe that she owed him a debt.
He said nothing further, letting the silence settle. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive, with only the sound of their breathing breaking the stillness.
Finally, Leng Yue couldn’t take it anymore. She raised her head and met Su Mo’s gaze for the first time. Taking a deep breath, she bit her pale lips and asked, “You’ve said all this… What exactly do you want?”
The moment had arrived.
Su Mo’s lips curled into a sly smile—a classic villain’s grin—and he stated plainly, “This Holy Son wants you to assist me in my cultivation!”
Leng Yue’s face changed drastically. She understood perfectly what Su Mo meant.
With her Heavenly Charm Physique, assisting a man in cultivation could only mean one thing: dual cultivation.
“You! I knew you had ulterior motives! I’ll never agree to this!”
She stood abruptly, stepping back two paces. Her posture was tense, her expression guarded and resolute, as if she were prepared to fight to the death.
If Su Mo dared to force her, she was ready to perish alongside him.
Seeing her reaction, Su Mo leaned leisurely against the stone chair, chuckling.
“Suit yourself. Take your time to think it over.”
He closed his eyes slightly, his tone laced with a subtle threat.
“Think about it: without this Holy Son’s support, what would happen to your family if news of your removal as the Saintess spread?
And what of the Pleasure Sect, whose prodigy was killed? How do you think they’d react to the loss of their talented disciple? Do you think they’d simply let it go?”
Leng Yue’s brows furrowed deeply. She had already considered these consequences, even before Su Mo’s reminder.
If that weren’t the case, she would have stormed out the moment Su Mo proposed dual cultivation, rather than hesitating here.
Su Mo’s voice continued, calm yet haunting:
“And let’s not forget the resources and privileges you’ve enjoyed as the Saintess. Can you really return to the life of an ordinary true disciple? This chapter was taken from novelping.com without permission.
The pills you’ve treated like candy until now—without sufficient contributions, you’ll barely get any. Do you think you can accept such a drastic change?”
Leng Yue’s expression wavered, her hesitation evident. Her tightly knit brows betrayed her inner turmoil.
Su Mo cracked one eye open, observing her intently. Seizing the opportunity, he pressed further.
“I hear Lin Xiuran suffered a significant Dao injury. Without adequate spiritual resources, even I can’t say when he’ll recover.
And Jiang Leng Yue, do you really want your family to face the threat of annihilation once again?
Would you risk Lin Xiuran losing his path as a cultivator altogether?”
His every word struck directly at her heart.
Su Mo’s confident smirk deepened. He was certain Leng Yue wouldn’t refuse him.
When he first met Leng Yue, he had decided that she was someone he had to pursue.
Now was the perfect time. With Lin Xiuran unconscious and gravely injured, Su Mo was the only person Leng Yue could rely on.
If he missed this chance, letting Lin Xiuran rise to power later, his leverage would be significantly diminished.
Leng Yue stood frozen, her expression distant, like a delicate porcelain doll devoid of flaws.
Her mind was in turmoil. She thought of her family, recently revitalized after years of hardship. She thought of Lin Xiuran’s unhealed injury and his uncertain future.
And she recalled Su Mo’s relentless recounting of everything he’d done for her, each act of kindness weighing heavily on her conscience.
Her long lashes fluttered, her eyes filled with conflict and pain.
After a long pause, Leng Yue’s gaze steadied, her resolve solidifying.
Finally, she nodded, her voice trembling but determined.
“Fine. Consider it repayment for saving my life and supporting me over the past year.
But only this once. After this, we’re even. Heaven and Earth bear witness—there will be no second time.”
Tears glimmered in her eyes as she spoke, her voice tinged with sorrow.
Her expression was both fragile and resigned, as if she had just made the most agonizing decision of her life.