Chapter 270: The Heavenly Dao Lord Bullied by a Brat, The Ice-Cold Flower's Humiliation Moment (4)
"Sigh... Dao Lord, you reaching this level is already impressive."
Su Qing said seriously, with a sigh.
In a resource-rich place, talent plus support meant rapid progress.
But in resource-scarce places, even with talent, progress was slow and painful.
This Heavenly Dao Lord had clearly relied on talent alone.
With better resources, she could've been even stronger.
Pinned down against a rock, the Heavenly Dao Lord was completely immobilized.
Her chest felt tight, and she tried hard to suppress the churning of her internal energy.
That brief clash had almost worsened her injuries.
"Relying on external tools—you'll never truly be strong."
She retorted.
"So what if you're strong? You still fell into my hands."
"Sure, going out without relying on gear is great. But whether you use it or not, you need to have it."
"More tools mean more paths. What if you had a reversal card?"
"Now, you've lost to my tools. You're my prisoner."
"Besides, bullying the weak—is that your idea of real strength?"
Su Qing chuckled.
After checking, he found this sect master was actually quite poor.
Those so-called principles about not relying on tools—just how much bitterness did they hide?
Was it truly a choice, or just a lack of options?
Some truths were better left unsaid, or it'd get really awkward.
"It's not about bullying the weak. It's because you made me feel threatened."
The Heavenly Dao Lord's voice returned to calm.
She had already deemed this young man a dangerous opponent—there would be no mercy.
Someone like him couldn't be treated with normal logic.
"Mm, you're not wrong. Now try and predict what comes next."
Su Qing stretched and said lightly.
Now, it was his turn.
Humiliation churned in the Heavenly Dao Lord's chest.
Before, her disciple had at least shielded her from direct contact.
It had been embarrassing then—but not as much as now.
She was pinned down by a boy, her body helpless.
And worst of all—this was all happening under her disciple's eyes!
Even without looking, she could imagine the shock in Ye Xueyi's gaze.
Ye Xueyi was indeed stunned.
She hadn't even processed the string of events.
By the time she came to her senses, she saw a shocking scene.
Her master's figure was the epitome of womanly beauty.
Not fat, but incredibly voluptuous—especially her backside, round like a ripe peach.
And Su Qing? Just a teen boy, still developing.
A little brat pinning down her curvy master—what kind of image was that?
Like a pony pulling a wagon?
That ridiculous image popped into the divine maiden's head.
In short, the contrast and visual impact were maxed out.
The Heavenly Dao Lord quietly gathered her strength—even now, she hadn't given up.
But soon, she felt something was wrong. Her back had been slapped with various seals.
A flood of restrictions surged into her body, sealing off what little true energy she could still use.
"Alright, with these dozen cultivation-sealing talismans, we're good to go."
"Dao Lord, if you've got any hidden tricks, now's the time. Otherwise, you'll lose your chance."
Su Qing finally finished, looking quite pleased.
Heavenly Dao Lord: "..."
Facing such a cautious youngster, what could she do? She was truly despairing.
Had she known he was this cautious, she would've waited until she fully recovered before coming.
Now that Su Qing had achieved his goal, he stepped off her body.
There was no need for physical suppression anymore—her power was completely sealed.
Even if she tried to run, she wouldn't get far.
The Heavenly Dao Lord's tense body finally relaxed.
She slowly sat up and let out a light sigh—making no move to flee.
She realized she had completely lost—fallen into his hands.
Trying to escape now would only amuse him.
She could clearly feel multiple forces sealing her power, leaving her as weak as a mortal.
Normally, she could easily break this level of sealing.
But now... most of her strength was being used to suppress her injuries and body's instability.
In this moment, she truly regretted not resting longer.
If she'd recovered more before facing him, she might've stood a chance.
She had always been cautious—until now.
One reckless decision had led to such a disastrous outcome.
No matter how much she regretted, it was too late.
"Dao Lord, now that you've lost the power you were so proud of, let's get acquainted properly."
"Nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you."
Su Qing looked down at this now-grounded ice-cold beauty with arrogance.
His gaze was the most unrestrained it had ever been.
The Heavenly Dao Lord said nothing, calmly regulating her breath as she met his gaze.
She had no intention of replying—it seemed she planned to resist to the end.
Ye Xueyi swallowed hard, completely shocked.
Everything that had just happened left her trembling.
That's it? It's over?
Her master—once like a goddess—had fallen. And she was about to be bullied by this villain?
She held her breath, eyes full of tension and anticipation.
Was her master going to end up like her?
What would happen next? What would he do?
Even she was curious—let alone Su Qing.
Teaching the Heavenly Dao Lord a lesson—he was more than eager.
This Dao Lord, always acting above everyone else, had given him plenty of trouble.
He'd endured long enough. Now was the time to settle all scores!
So what was step one?
Find a prop!
Su Qing rummaged through a small pouch at his waist.
This was the dimensional bag given to him by the Empress, filled with all kinds of treasures.
When the battle started, it was packed to the brim with magical tools.
But this time, he wasn't looking for weapons—just a very simple tool.
And the moment he pulled it out, the Heavenly Dao Lord's body gave a visible shiver.