Chapter 4161 — Dead One After Another

This scene naturally fell clear and plain into the eyes of Wei Shenjin, who was deliberately feigning laziness; a faint arc of mockery curled the corner of his mouth. Wei Zhao's foresight had indeed been godlike—everything so far was following the script he had designed, without the slightest deviation.

Situ Qian, Xiao Qiuhua, and that Ma Shangfeng—the day of reckoning for you three shameless wretches had finally come!

Of all this, Situ Qian and her companion knew nothing. In high spirits they sought out Ma Shangfeng, and without a word began their daylight debauchery. In their minds, Ma Shangfeng had always been exceptionally vigorous in that regard; with this divine medicine in his veins, he would surely far surpass a wreck like Wei Shenjin. Today they were in for a real treat.

Sure enough, no sooner had they swallowed the second packet than all three felt it at once—that thrilling sensation that set the heart racing and the cheeks burning, plainly even more intense than the night before. Situ Qian and Xiao Qiuhua sensed not the slightest hint of danger; on the contrary, they were elated.

Ma Shangfeng's reaction, by contrast, outstripped both women's. His heart pounded violently, his blood blazed as though about to burst him apart, and the last shred of clarity in his mind was drowned in an instant by desire, leaving him driven by pure instinct to find release as quickly as possible.

At first, Ma Shangfeng's formidable performance truly gave the two women a taste of pleasures they had never known. Yet just as they were about to reach the very peak, Ma Shangfeng's body suddenly went rigid; then he jerked to a halt and toppled straight over.

"Senior Brother Ma, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up!" Situ Qian complained in displeasure. But beside her, Xiao Qiuhua, catching sight of Ma Shangfeng's present state, abruptly went wide-eyed and stammered in terror, "M-Miss, something's wrong—Senior Brother Ma, he..."

"He what?" Situ Qian frowned and turned at the sound. One glance was enough, and she too turned ashen with fright.

Ma Shangfeng's whole body was curled up like a boiled shrimp, his face hideous and twitching, white foam spilling from his mouth; already he was drawing more breath than he gave out. Then, in but a brief moment, Ma Shangfeng ceased to move altogether and became a lifeless corpse.

"J-just like that, he's dead?" Situ Qian's head spun; her mind went utterly blank. Even if she were beaten to death she never would have imagined that at the very height of pleasure, such a thing could happen!

"Miss, wh-what are we going to do?" Xiao Qiuhua's face was even more ashen. Ma Shangfeng was, after all, a capable cultivator of the early Golden Core stage; for him to die like this, the sect's higher-ups would surely investigate to the bottom of it, and then they would be finished.

Situ Qian had her grandfather Situ Guangzong behind her—at worst she would lose face and suffer a bit of gossip. But Xiao Qiuhua, a mere handmaiden with no standing whatsoever, might well be made the scapegoat.

"No—we have to destroy the corpse and erase all traces. Hurry, think of a way to get rid of this body..." Situ Qian said through gritted teeth. If word of this got out, it would be an enormous scandal; even if she escaped with her life, she would never escape punishment, and her future would be ruined forever.

"Yes, yes." Xiao Qiuhua nodded repeatedly and scrambled off the bed at once. If this matter could be quietly swept under the rug, that would be the best outcome for her.

Yet before the two could even dress, they felt wave upon wave of fierce impulse surging up within them, that indescribable thrill rushing to the very top of their heads, impossible to stop.

Now, to say nothing of destroying the corpse, the two could not even stand steady. The desire surging within them was utterly beyond control, rushing to their brains and scalps, and the last tiny remnant of reason was swallowed by lust. Like travelers trapped in a desert, they craved relief with mad desperation—except that what could slake their thirst was not water, but men.

Driven by that tidal desire, the two women could no longer spare a thought for Ma Shangfeng. Disheveled and stumbling, they burst out the door, a single thought left in their minds: Men—I want men!

The commotion they raised drew the attention of a passing disciple of the Snow Sword Sect—a male, as it happened. Startled at the sight of the two women in disarray, he had no time to react before they pounced on him like ravenous wolves, tore every stitch of clothing from his body without a word, and forcibly had their way with him.

This appalling spectacle left the male disciple utterly dumbfounded. He knew perfectly well who Situ Qian was—noble in status, fair of face, and with a manner that had long made her a favorite topic of discussion among the male disciples. Yet never had he imagined that today he would meet such a fate, that he, a man, would be thrown down and ravished by Situ Qian and Xiao Qiuhua.

And yet, even if he had entertained such fantasies before, the suddenness of it all—and how utterly abnormal the two women appeared—meant his first instinct was not to enjoy himself, but to flee.

But Situ Qian and Xiao Qiuhua were by now burning with lust, like drowning people clutching at the last straw; how could they let him go so easily?

The two women pinned him down and poured into his mouth what remained of the second packet of medicine. In the blink of an eye, the male disciple too turned fierce and vigorous; far from fleeing, he threw himself eagerly into the fray with the two women.

Yet after a little while longer, this male disciple suddenly foamed at the mouth, his whole body convulsing as he collapsed and did not rise again—following in Ma Shangfeng's footsteps. Dead.

This time, Situ Qian and Xiao Qiuhua no longer even knew what fear was. Seeing that this male disciple could no longer satisfy their desire, they abandoned the corpse on the spot and went looking for others, seizing any passing disciple they came across, dragging him over, pouring medicine down his throat, and falling upon him like starving tigers on a lamb.

In less than half an hour, by this method the two women had successively done away with four male disciples—and still the raging desire within them had not abated in the slightest; instead it grew more frenzied than ever. And with that, the whole affair blew up beyond all control.

The news that Situ Qian and Xiao Qiuhua were madly seizing male disciples and coupling with them spread as if on wings, and soon it was buzzing everywhere; the entire Snow Sword Sect, high and low, knew of it. This was an unprecedented rarity, and disciples who caught wind of it crowded around from all sides to gawk.

By the time the sect's higher-ups learned of the matter, the Snow Sword Sect disciples gathered to watch the spectacle had already formed layer upon layer, packing the place so tightly that not a drop could trickle through.

At first Situ Guangzong refused to believe it—until with his own eyes he saw Situ Qian and Xiao Qiuhua, both stark naked, pinning a male disciple beneath them and shrieking shamelessly without restraint. Only then did he finally accept reality, and he nearly blacked out and dropped dead on the spot.