The Villain: Claiming The Protagonist's Master

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"What... what did you say?"

Mu Yuqing's delicate brows knitted as she stared at Lan Xiaoyou, her voice filled with confusion.

Lan Xiaoyou's face flushed red with embarrassment. She fidgeted, her words tumbling out in a mix of frustration and shyness. "You know... a few days ago... in Donghua State… Didn't that... that scoundrel... inject something into you?"

"What? Oh no!"

The realization hit Mu Yuqing like a thunderclap. Her jade-like cheeks flushed crimson, and she quickly shut her eyes, beginning to circulate her spiritual energy in an attempt to expel any foreign substance from her body.

She had been so focused on escaping the pursuit of the Su family's experts that she'd completely forgotten about the vile act that scoundrel had committed in their final moments of dual cultivation.

If the worst had already happened... Could it still be undone?

After a quarter of an hour, Mu Yuqing exhaled a long breath and opened her eyes. Her expression turned ashen, her elegant brows knitting tightly together.

"Master, how is it?" Lan Xiaoyou asked nervously, her voice trembling as she studied her teacher's grim face.

"Sigh..."

Mu Yuqing let out a soft sigh, her voice heavy with despair. "It's too late... My body... has already absorbed it."

Lan Xiaoyou's expression froze, horror flashing in her eyes. "Master! What does that mean? Are you... are you going to... have his child?"

The words stabbed through the air like a knife. To Lan Xiaoyou, the possibility was inconceivable.

Her master, the proud and invincible Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect—a near-Emperor at the pinnacle of her power—reduced to this? If word of this disgrace spread, the sect's reputation would be utterly destroyed.

Mu Yuqing's pale complexion turned even whiter. She bit her lip, lowering her head in silence. Her entire body seemed to collapse into the chair, the weight of despair leaving her motionless.

At that moment, she recalled with gut-wrenching clarity the timing of their dual cultivation. That day had coincided with her most fertile period.

It was almost certain.

The possibility that she, Mu Yuqing, a peerless powerhouse of the near-Emperor realm, might carry the child of that detestable scoundrel was no longer just a distant nightmare.

It was a grim reality.

"Master, please don't lose hope," Lan Xiaoyou quickly interjected, forcing a reassuring smile despite her own mounting panic. "Perhaps... it's not as easy as it seems. He might not... be that potent."

Her words, while clumsy, were an attempt to console her master.

Mu Yuqing gave a faint smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. "You're right, Xiaoyou. That scoundrel isn't some god of fertility. The odds can't be that high."

Still, her tone betrayed her lack of conviction. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the thought aside and focused on her more immediate problems.

The worst issue wasn't the potential pregnancy—it was her plummeting cultivation.

Her strength had been reduced to the first level of the near-Emperor realm. If she couldn't recover quickly, she wouldn't just lose her position as Sect Master; enemies from the Harmonious Joy Sect, the Blood Refinement Hall, and other rival factions would seize the opportunity to annihilate the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Even within her sect, dissidents who had long resented her authority might rise up against her.

Years of ruling with an iron fist had left her isolated. Without her strength, her position would become nothing more than a hollow title.

"Ahh!"

A sharp pain erupted from her dantian, dragging Mu Yuqing from her thoughts. Her hands flew to her abdomen as she let out a soft cry, her face contorting in agony. Beads of sweat dripped down her flawless face as her body trembled.

"Master!" Lan Xiaoyou cried out in alarm, rushing to her side. Her voice cracked with panic. "What's wrong? Don't scare me, Master!"

Mu Yuqing shook her head weakly, forcing a faint smile. "It's nothing, Xiaoyou... Your master isn't so fragile."

But even as she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. She gasped, her voice barely audible. "Leave me be for a while... I'll recover soon enough..."

Lan Xiaoyou wiped her tears and nodded firmly. "I'll do whatever you ask, Master. Just... promise me you'll be okay."

Mu Yuqing rested a trembling hand on Lan Xiaoyou's arm, her voice soft but resolute. "For now, take charge of sect affairs with the Grand Elders. I need time to recuperate."

Lan Xiaoyou hesitated but eventually bowed. "Yes, Master. I will do as you say."

What neither of them realized was that the seed within Mu Yuqing's body had already taken root. It was drawing on her vital energy to grow stronger, and its demands on her cultivation would only increase in the coming days.

———

[An Unnamed Mountain in Central Continent]

"Your precious disciple seems to have been... impregnated by that brat."

A white-robed elder chuckled as he stroked his beard, his amused gaze landing on the dark-robed elder across from him. "That boy really does take after you in your younger days. So reckless and utterly shameless."

The dark-robed elder's face darkened. "He wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, I think he dared," the white-robed elder said with a knowing grin. "But don't worry. The heavens have already decided their fate. Those two are bound together in this life—neither can escape the other."

"Hmph!" The dark-robed elder's scowl deepened, his voice cold. "If that brat dares to betray her, I'll make him regret it, even if it costs me my life."

"Haha! Always so fiery. Relax, old friend. I've seen it all in the stars. The boy will handle the sect's calamity. Trust him."

The dark-robed elder's brow furrowed. "A calamity? What do you mean?"

The white-robed elder's smile turned enigmatic. "The heavens' will cannot be spoken aloud..."

"You're insufferable!"

———

[The Su Clan]

In Su Chen's chamber, the air was thick with desire.

"Husband, give me your seed..."

Chu Yanran's cheeks were flushed with heat as her delicate hands wrapped around Su Chen's neck. Her breath tickled his ear as her soft voice whispered words that ignited the fire in his chest.

Su Chen chuckled, his lips curving into a devilish grin. His hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer. "As you wish..."

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