Chapter 30: A Sect Mistress in Chaos & A Fox Who Refuses to Lose
A Sect Mistress in Turmoil
Yue Qingyan moved through the Azure Moon Sect like a phantom, her normally calm and composed expression replaced with something far more unsettling.
Frustration. Confusion. Desire.
The moment her lips had met Lin Tian's, something inside her had shattered.
All the years of discipline, of ice-cold composure, of rejecting worldly emotions—
Gone.
In a single moment, she had given in.
And worse?
She had wanted it.
Now, as she landed within her private chamber, she paced the room, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs.
Her fingers trembled as they brushed against her lips, still warm from the kiss.
💭 "How did I let this happen?"
She had meant to confront him.
To put him in his place.
To remind him that she was the Sect Mistress—untouchable and above mortal distractions.
But instead—
She had grabbed him.
She had pulled him close.
And she had kissed him like a woman starved.
💭 "This cannot continue."
She clenched her fists, forcing herself to take slow, steady breaths.
Tomorrow—she would summon him.
And she would end this madness.
She had to.
…Right?
Meanwhile… A Fox's Victory—Or Her Mistake?
Su Meiyu leaned casually against the railing of her courtyard, her golden fox eyes flickering with amusement.
Her silk robe still hung loosely off her shoulders, her nine fluffy tails flicking lazily behind her.
She had felt the Sect Mistress's Qi spike.
She had sensed the moment of Yue Qingyan's loss.
And she relished every second of it.
💭 "The Ice Queen finally melted."
She turned toward Lin Tian, who stood with his arms crossed, still smirking.
"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she murmured.
Lin Tian grinned.
"Very."
Su Meiyu clicked her tongue, shaking her head.
"You should be careful," she whispered, stepping closer.
Her golden eyes gleamed with something darker—something territorial.
She pressed a delicate hand against his chest, her fingernails tracing slow, teasing patterns against his skin.
"You think you've won," she murmured.
Her fox tails curled around his waist, pulling him in.
"But I don't like sharing, Lin Tian."
Lin Tian chuckled, gripping her waist firmly.
"And yet, here you are, trying to mark your territory."
Su Meiyu laughed softly, low and dangerous.
"I don't try, Lin Tian," she whispered.
Then—without warning—
She pulled him down, crashing her lips against his.
A Fox's Retaliation—Taking Back Control
Su Meiyu's kiss was nothing like Yue Qingyan's hesitant one.
It was hungry, demanding, fierce.
A declaration.
She was reminding Lin Tian—and anyone watching—who he belonged to.
Her fingers slid up into his hair, her body pressing against his, her breath hot against his lips.
Lin Tian responded immediately, pulling her closer, his hands trailing down her back.
Su Meiyu let out a soft purr of satisfaction, her nine tails tightening their hold around him.
She wasn't going to let him go easily.
But then—
She suddenly broke the kiss, stepping back, leaving him standing there, breathing heavier than before.
Lin Tian raised an eyebrow.
"That's it?"
Su Meiyu smirked, her golden eyes flashing with amusement.
"That's all for tonight," she teased, flipping her crimson hair over her shoulder.
Lin Tian chuckled, shaking his head.
"You're making me chase you now?"
Su Meiyu laughed softly, her tails flicking playfully.
"Of course," she purred. "A fox loves to be chased."
Then—without another word, she disappeared into her chambers, leaving Lin Tian standing alone.
Lin Tian grinned to himself.
💭 "She thinks she won this round. Cute."
But he wasn't worried.
Because in the end—
Su Meiyu was already his.
The Sect Mistress's Breaking Point—No More Denial
Yue Qingyan sat in silence within her private chamber, her reflection staring back at her in the polished jade mirror.
Her long silver hair fell loosely around her shoulders, her violet eyes darkened with emotions she could no longer suppress.
She had spent centuries cultivating, rising above mortal distractions.
But now…
All she could think about was one man.
One arrogant, insufferable, infuriating man.
And the worst part?
She didn't hate it.
She hated that she didn't hate it.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she touched her lips again.
She could still feel him.
💭 "No. This is wrong."
She had to stop this.
She had to reassert her control.
Tomorrow—she would summon him.
And she would remind him who she was.
She was the Sect Mistress.
Not a woman to be played with.
She inhaled deeply, steadying herself.
Yes.
Tomorrow—this would end.
…Wouldn't it?
Elsewhere… A Former Sect Mistress Laughs
Inside her lavish private chamber, Jiang Yuyan sat gracefully, sipping her wine.
Her scarlet eyes gleamed with amusement.
She had sensed everything.
The moment Yue Qingyan had broken.
The possessiveness radiating from Su Meiyu.
The undeniable shift in Lin Tian's position.
She set her wine cup down, smirking to herself.
💭 "So, the game has truly begun."
She wasn't like them.
She wasn't going to fall so easily.
No—she was going to make Lin Tian come to her.
She was going to let him chase.
Jiang Yuyan leaned back, exhaling softly.
But for the first time in years, she felt something she hadn't felt before.
Her body felt warmer than usual.
Her mind was lingering on something—or someone.
She smirked, closing her eyes.
💭 "Let's see if he's really worthy of me."
And just like that—her plan had begun.
End of Chapter 30