Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 17 Master, I need

"You're in my basin now."

Upon hearing this, Su Yingxue's hand, which was gripping Li Tianran's neck, suddenly froze.

She wanted to stop.

But as Li Tianran finished speaking, the water at the bottom of the basin suddenly froze, trapping her inside.

Su Yingxue was unable to move; she couldn't even bend her fingers.

Li Tianran didn't move; he didn't even look at her.

He simply looked down at the water at his feet.

His face was reflected in the water.

His white hair hung down, his black horns were menacing, and his reddish-brown eyes were devoid of any emotion.

Li Tianran now felt that the entire world in the basin was listening to him.

Especially the fairy water in the basin.

He tried raising his right hand and gently flicking it with his five fingers.

The frozen water instantly came to life, transforming into countless tiny water threads that wrapped around Su Yingxue's wrists, arms, and shoulders.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

Su Yingxue was pulled backward by the water line, her back hitting the side of the basin with a dull thud.

The two maintained a safe distance from each other.

The waterline didn't loosen; instead, it tightened even more, digging into her skin and leaving red marks.

"you."

Su Yingxue was shocked.

She had barely opened her mouth when water rushed up and blocked it.

A thin film of water adhered to her lips, cool and slippery, like a hand covering her mouth.

She couldn't make a sound at all; she could only stare wide-eyed at Li Tianran.

A hint of fear appeared on his face, his arrogance and anger gone.

Li Tianran then raised his head.

He looked at Su Yingxue as if she were an object.

The water at the bottom of the basin began to surge and came to life.

Water rose from the bottom of the basin, condensing behind him into a transparent, faintly glowing wall of water.

Su Yingxue's face was reflected in the water wall, pale, terrified, and disheveled.

Looking at that face, Su Yingxue felt something different for the first time.

The blood slave before her—no, this young man—gave her a feeling that was both familiar and strange.

Su Yingxue's mind went blank, filled with panic and confusion.

This is the lowly slave who knelt on the ground calling her senior sister, whose fingers were stepped on by her, and whose blood spirit grass was stolen by her.

Li Tianran had no interest in paying attention to her; he simply clenched his fist.

The water surface exploded.

In an instant.

A misty haze filled the air, and the cool vapors clung to Su Yingxue's face, neck, and chest.

Her white dress was damp with moisture and clung to her body, revealing a moon-white bodice underneath, the outline of which was faintly visible.

In the mist.

Li Tianran's figure appeared and disappeared intermittently.

He stepped on the water, and ripples spread out from his feet in circles.

He walked towards her.

With each step, the water seemed to solidify beneath his feet, supporting him and preventing him from sinking.

Su Yingxue stepped back, her back hitting the side of the basin, with nowhere left to retreat.

She looked up at him.

The mist spread out behind him, turning into countless tiny water droplets that floated in mid-air like a silvery-white curtain.

Li Tianran reached out and lifted her chin with his fingertips.

His fingertips, damp with moisture, glided across her skin.

Su Yingxue's breathing became rapid.

"What did you just call me?"

Li Tianran's voice was very soft.

But Su Yingxue could tell that there was no warmth in that voice.

"...Bitch slave."

"And now?"

He applied slight pressure with his fingertips, forcing her to tilt her head back and reveal her entire face.

Her lips were trembling.

"...You, Junior Brother Li."

Li Tianran released his grip.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He pulled out a dark purple talisman from his pocket, a level-two Blood Slave Talisman, which he intended to use against Zhao Ling.

This is a good opportunity to test it out.

Although it was used on Shen Qing and the effect was good.

However, her cultivation was sealed, while Su Yingxue's cultivation remained, so they were different.

Su Yingxue's pupils contracted sharply when she saw the talisman.

"Blood Slave Talisman? No! What are you going to do?"

"You were so good to me before, of course I'll repay you a hundredfold."

Li Tianran's smile made her hair stand on end.

As he spoke, he had already stuck the talisman on the back of her hand.

The moment the talisman was pasted on.

Su Yingxue's body stiffened abruptly.

Her gaze wavered for a moment before returning to clarity.

But her body no longer obeyed her.

She raised her hand and slapped herself.

Snapped.

It was crisp and clear.

Su Yingxue's face was tilted to one side, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

She stared wide-eyed at Li Tianran.

"How is that possible!"

Li Tianran did not answer.

"You're going to kill me?"

Su Yingxue knelt in the water, head bowed, trembling all over.

"It would be such a waste to kill it. Good things should be put to good use. First, call it master."

"……Owner."

Su Yingxue discovered that she had no control over her body at all; she was completely controlled.

Li Tianran nodded.

He stepped back and sat cross-legged on the water.

The water beneath him solidified, like a transparent chair.

He leaned against the side of the basin, his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

But Su Yingxue knew that he was just waiting.

Wait for her to submit, wait for her to take the initiative, wait for her to provide useful information.

She gritted her teeth and knelt down, taking two steps forward.

The water reached her waist, and her white dress billowed on the water like a blooming flower.

"Owner."

Li Tianran opened his eyes and looked at her.

Su Yingxue took a deep breath and reached out to untie her belt.

The white dress slipped off her shoulders and bunched up at her waist.

Her shoulders, collarbone, and moon-white undergarment were exposed.

Her skin was very fair, almost glowing, and she had a small red mole below her collarbone.

She didn't cover herself.

She knelt in the water, looking up at him.

"Master, let me out. I'll teach you the method of cultivating your spiritual furnace. You don't need spiritual roots to cultivate."

Her voice was trembling, but she didn't stop.

"My body is your furnace. By absorbing my essence, you can gain my cultivation."

She took another step forward and reached out to grab Li Tianran's trouser leg.

"Zhao Ling has a better figure than me. She has long legs, a slim waist, and bigger breasts than me. When she practices swordplay, the way she twists her waist is so alluring, even I, a woman, find it sexy."

She took a small porcelain bottle out of her sleeve and handed it to Li Tianran.

"A cultivator in the Qi Refining stage will feel dizzy if they smell it."

Li Tianran took the porcelain bottle and put it into his pocket.

"Anything else?"

"Her weakness is her lower back. She's injured on the left side. It hurts if you press on it."

Li Tianran smiled without saying a word.

When people are in dire straits, they can do anything.

He reached out, pinched Su Yingxue's chin, and lifted her face.

"Senior sister, are you done talking?"

Su Yingxue's lips were already somewhat rosy at this point, and she moved them slightly.

"...That's all."

Su Yingxue blushed, bit her lip, and lowered her head.

Li Tianran's white hair fell over his shoulders, with water droplets dripping down the ends.

The water reached her chest; her bodice was soaked through and clung to her body, almost transparent.

After a while.

She looked up, as if she had made up her mind.

His eyes held a hint of anticipation and longing.

Su Yingxue reached out and gently stroked Li Tianran's face.

"Senior sister, what are you doing?"

Su Yingxue did not speak.

She leaned in and kissed his lips.

Her lips were soft, cool, and tasted watery.

Her hand slid over his shoulder, over his chest, over his waist.

Su Yingxue kissed him for a long time.

Then he stepped back, panting, his face as red as if it were about to bleed.

"Master, I want it."

Her voice was very soft, as soft as if it were melting in water.