Live-in Son-in-law

Ten-plus minutes later, Qin Yi followed Xiao Lian to a courtyard.

This Xuantian Royal Family compound was ridiculously huge; the road in front of the courtyard was actually thirty to fifty meters wide, basically a proper avenue.

Two red lanterns hung at the gate, with a big "Xuan" character written on them, looking like a monster’s eyes in the pitch-dark night.

This was where the Third Princess’s maids lived.

And the courtyard opposite was where the Third Princess’s male favorites lived.

Fan Long cupped his hands in salute and quietly slipped back to his own courtyard.

Xiao Lian quietly pushed the door open, stuck her head in to take a look, then waved her hand, meaning no one was there, telling Qin Yi to come in.

Qin Yi followed her in and looked around. The courtyard was actually quite big, with lush grass and flowers.

The ground was paved with neat, thick stone bricks.

In front of him, rows of houses stood shoulder to shoulder, lined up neatly.

Qin Yi followed Xiao Lian into her room. The room was not small; there was a front hall and also a bedroom.

Even a maid lived this well—seemed this Xiao Lian was quite favored in front of the Third Princess.

Qin Yi’s whole body was soaked; after all, he had crawled out of the water, carrying a damp, rotten-earth smell.

"My lord, please wait a moment, I’ll go fetch some hot water so you can take a bath."

Qin Yi nodded slightly. His body felt sticky and truly uncomfortable.

Xiao Lian carried a basin, going in and out several times before finally filling up the wooden tub.

Qin Yi went behind the folding screen, stripped naked, and jumped into the tub, letting out a comfortable groan.

Footsteps sounded. Qin Yi hurriedly turned around to look, and his eyes narrowed.

He saw Xiao Lian wearing only underwear, with just a red little dudou on top that couldn’t cover her ample chest at all, a swath of gleaming white. Over it she had draped a thin gauze, her face full of shy blush as she walked toward him.

Qin Yi’s body tensed. "What are you doing?"

"Xiao Lian is here to serve my lord’s bath," Xiao Lian said bashfully.

"Heh heh, this woman’s got quite a figure—big chest, perky ass. If you take her from behind..."

The old perv Evil Lord started up again.

Qin Yi frowned. "Shut up."

He glanced at Xiao Lian and said stiffly, "No need, I can wash myself."

"My lord, this servant can scrub your back."

Qin Yi frowned, his tone a bit heavier. "I said no need. Get out."

Xiao Lian’s eyes instantly dimmed, her little face aggrieved and disappointed.

"Then this servant will go wash your clothes for you."

"Mm." Qin Yi replied with a blank expression.

Xiao Lian left with his clothes, full of disappointment.

"Hmph, as long as you’re here, sooner or later you’ll be mine."

Xiao Lian whispered to herself for encouragement.

Qin Yi let out a heavy sigh of relief. She actually dared covet his beauty—what a widow’s pipe dream, thinking way too highly of herself.

"Idiot, fool, fake gentleman. Meat delivered right to your mouth and you still don’t eat."

The Evil Lord showered Qin Yi with contempt.

Qin Yi snapped, "Old thing, can you shut your stinking mouth?"

"Bite me."

Qin Yi: "..."

"Qin Yi, are you... not up to it?"

Qin Yi instantly got angry. This was an insult.

"You’re the one who’s not up to it. You can only get off with your eyes while your dick suffers. I just don’t stoop to your level of starving-dog-for-any-bone."

The Evil Lord sneered, "I think you’re just not up to it. That Yin Qianqian, that Yun Mengyao, both are peerless beauties among ten thousand, and you weren’t tempted at all. Now this little maid throws herself at you and you still drive her away. Other than you being unable, I can’t think of any other reason."

"Whether I’m up to it or not, what the hell’s it to you? Can you shut your damn mouth?"

"Waa waa waa waa... you really are not up to it," the Evil Lord shouted theatrically.

Qin Yi’s mouth twitched. If he had even a bit of Cultivation right now, he’d have already summoned his Chaotic Purple Flames to burn this old ghost into ash.

"Qin Yi kid, come tell this old man: in what way exactly are you not up to it? Kidney deficiency? Don’t be shy, say it boldly. This old man has plenty of ways to turn you into a real man."

The muscles in Qin Yi’s cheeks kept twitching.

Qin Yi shuddered. "Get lost. You crusty old bastard, and still just a wandering ghost, what the hell are you qualified to examine?"

"Huh?" The Evil Lord was greatly shocked. He shouted, "No wonder you’re not into women. Turns out you’re born... lacking."

Qin Yi clenched his teeth so hard they creaked.

"Old thing, I’ve already escaped. Once I recover even a sliver of Cultivation, you really think hard about what’s coming to you."

The Evil Lord fell silent.

"Ahem, let’s talk business. Your Cultivation is sealed. If you want to recover it, the only way is to break through a realm; then you can blast open the Sealing. But to break through, you need to regain at least a bit of Cultivation first, even if it’s just opening a tiny crack in the Sealing."

Qin Yi snorted coldly. "Why aren’t you still making fun of me?"

"What are you talking about? When did I ever make fun of you? I was afraid you’d get too tense, so I talked like that on purpose, to relax you. See how calm and collected you are now? All my credit."

"Qin Yi, I’ve always known you’ll definitely restore your Cultivation and escape. I have one hundred percent confidence in you."

The Evil Lord said this with a straight face.

Qin Yi sneered in his heart: Don’t think that chickening out now means I’ll spare you. This old thing had been running his mouth all the way here, relying on the fact that his Cultivation was sealed too, feeling untouchable.

"I’ve got something in my Storage Ring that can help me break through, but without Cultivation I can’t open the ring. I need to find a way to first force a crack in the Sealing and recover a bit of Cultivation."

Now was not the time to settle scores. First find a way to restore Cultivation; everything else could be settled later, with interest.

The Evil Lord was silent for a moment, then said, "I have a way."

"What?" Qin Yi asked quickly.

"Isn’t this little maid thirsty for your body? Just sacrifice yourself a bit, let her get a taste of sweetness..."

"Do you have a death wish?" Qin Yi was helpless. This old lecher couldn’t stay serious for more than three seconds.

The Evil Lord said, "I’m being serious, hear me out. You’re this handsome—if you don’t make use of it, it’s a waste. This little maid is someone close to the Third Princess. The Third Princess surely has a lot of good stuff. You reel this maid in and have her steal some Spiritual Elixirs from the Third Princess for you."

"Given your situation now, there are only two solutions. First, find a powerhouse whose Cultivation is about on par with that old Emperor to help you undo the Sealing. Second, take Spiritual Elixirs so you might be able to blast a crack in the Sealing and recover some Cultivation."

"Qin Yi, for the sake of regaining your Cultivation and escaping, what’s a little bodily sacrifice? It’s not like you’re losing out—two birds with one stone."

Fuck.

Qin Yi really wanted to beat this old thing to death.

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