Mo Qingyan left the house with quick, furious steps. The cool outdoor air hit her face, but it did nothing to calm the rage boiling inside her.
"A foot massage? That insignificant ant dares to ask that of the Immortal Emperor's daughter?"
She stopped under a large tree behind the house, breathing deeply to control her anger. Her mind was spinning. She knew she needed that herb. A good-quality Shadow Moon Flower could be the key to unlocking her special physique and finally breaking through to the Foundation Establishment realm. But the humiliation of the proposal was intolerable.
Meanwhile, inside the house, the atmosphere was tense.
Mo Tian bowed slightly to Chen Wei, his voice full of discomfort.
"Brother Chen, please forgive my daughter's attitude. Qingyan is young and very proud. She didn't mean to offend you."
Chen Wei said nothing at first. He simply looked at Mo Tian, then slowly shifted his gaze toward Qingyan's mother, who stood nervously beside the table.
The woman understood the look instantly. She swallowed hard, clenched her fists for a moment, and then spoke in a low but clear voice:
"If… if a simple foot massage is enough in return, I can do it. Please she need the herb"
Mo Tian stiffened but said nothing. He knew how important that herb was for his daughter.
Chen Wei smiled faintly, satisfied.
"Very well. I don't want to cause trouble in the family. If the lady is willing, I accept."
Qingyan's mother took a deep breath, knelt with dignity in front of the chair where Chen Wei was sitting, and took one of his feet with both hands. She began massaging it with gentle but firm movements, carefully pressing the tired points.
Mo Tian sat to the side, watching in silence. His expression was tense, but he didn't intervene. He knew this was all for Qingyan.
Outside the house, Qingyan had decided to return. Still angry, but aware that she needed the herb, she walked back toward the entrance.
When she opened the door and looked into the dining area, she froze.
Her mother was kneeling on the floor, devotedly massaging Old Chen Wei's right foot. Her father sat nearby, watching the scene without saying a word.
A small tear escaped from Qingyan's left eye before she could stop it.
It wasn't just rage. It was something deeper. She saw her parents' unconditional love. She saw how willing they were to humiliate themselves for her, for her future, for her talent. Her mother — a simple, hardworking woman — kneeling before an ordinary man just to obtain an herb that would help her daughter advance.
Qingyan felt a lump in her throat.
"For me… they're doing this for me."
She took a deep breath, wiped the tear with the back of her hand, and made a decision.
She entered the house with silent steps. She approached her mother, knelt beside her without saying a word, and took Chen Wei's left foot with her delicate hands.
She began to massage it.
Old Chen Wei raised an eyebrow, surprised but pleased. Mo Tian and his wife looked at their daughter with a mixture of shock and gratitude.
Qingyan didn't look up. Her fingers pressed the tired points on the foot with precision, but inside she felt a burning humiliation she had never experienced in her previous life as emperor.
"I… the Peak Immortal Emperor… kneeling and massaging the feet of an insignificant ant…"
However, as her fingers worked, something strange began to happen in her body.
A soft, treacherous heat started spreading from her lower abdomen. Her nipples hardened slightly beneath her robe. She felt an uncomfortable but pleasurable tingling between her legs and, especially, on the sensitive skin of her large, round ass, which pressed against her heels as she knelt.
It was a sensation she had never felt before. A mixture of deep shame and involuntary arousal that made her breathing grow slightly heavier.
Qingyan clenched her teeth, trying to ignore it.
"What is happening to me? Is this… part of my special physique?"
She continued massaging in silence, head lowered, while her emperor's mind burned with fury and her body reacted in a way she still didn't fully understand.
Old Chen Wei let out a long sigh of pleasure as Qingyan's and her mother's hands worked on his feet. His eyes were half-closed, a satisfied smile on his face, and he alternated his gaze between the mother and daughter kneeling before him.
"What a good family you have, Mo Tian," he said in a hoarse, satisfied voice. "Really… what a good family. Few people these days are willing to do whatever it takes for their own."
Mo Tian, sitting to the side, lowered his head without saying a word. His fists were clenched on his knees and his face burned with humiliation. He felt small, weak, useless. He couldn't even obtain a simple herb for his daughter without his wife and daughter having to kneel.
Qingyan, for her part, continued massaging the old man's left foot with precise movements, but inside she was boiling with rage.
"This insect… dares to enjoy watching us kneel. When I regain my power, I'll make him regret being born. I'll make him beg, I'll trample him, I'll…"
She forced herself to calm down. She knew she was weak right now. She didn't know Old Chen Wei's true strength. He might be just an ordinary cultivator… or he might be hiding something more. She couldn't afford to act on impulse.
The massage ended quickly. Chen Wei flexed his feet with satisfaction, stood up, and placed the small wooden box containing the Shadow Moon Flower on the table.
"Here's the herb, as we agreed. It's good quality," he said with a broad smile. "Mo Tian, brother, I'm here for whatever you need. Anything at all, don't hesitate to come find me. Today I feel very happy to have been able to help such a close-knit family."
He stepped forward and gave Mo Tian a strong hug, which the latter received stiffly, eyes lowered. Then Chen Wei bowed his head toward the two women and left the house with a satisfied stride.
As soon as the door closed, Mo Tian dropped to his knees in front of his wife and daughter. His voice came out broken:
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have allowed this. I'm a useless father. I couldn't get the herb myself and I put you both in this situation…"
His wife, Li Mei, quickly approached and gently helped him up, hugging him.
"Don't say that, Tian. It's okay. I'm willing to do anything for our daughter. If a simple foot massage can help her advance, I'll do it a thousand times without hesitation."
Qingyan looked at her parents in silence.
The scene hit her harder than she expected.
Finally, she spoke, her voice low but firm:
"Father… it's okay. I was the one who asked for the herb. It's not your fault. I promise I will become stronger. One day… I will be so powerful that no one will ever be able to humiliate us again."
Mo Tian looked up, his eyes moist. Without saying anything more, he opened his arms and hugged both his wife and daughter at the same time, pulling them tightly against his chest.
Qingyan let herself be embraced.
In that moment, something strange happened inside her.
She felt the warmth of her father's body, the familiar scent of her mother, the sincere protection in that clumsy, love-filled hug. It was simple, pure, unconditional love… something the Immortal Emperor Mo Xie had never experienced in his previous life.
For the first time since her reincarnation, Mo Qingyan felt a different kind of warmth in her chest. It wasn't the treacherous arousal of her body. It was something deeper.
"These two… they really love me.
Not as a tool or as a pleasure cauldron.
They love me as their daughter."
An unfamiliar sensation washed over her: happiness.
A small, fragile, but real happiness.
She stayed still within her father's embrace, feeling the beat of his heart against her cheek. For a brief moment, the mind of the former tyrant grew calm.
"This life… even if it's in a weak, feminine body…
maybe it's not so bad after all."
Mo Tian tightened the hug a little more and murmured in an emotional voice:
"We're going to get through this together. The three of us. No matter what happens."
Qingyan closed her eyes and, for the first time in this new life, allowed a small, soft smile to appear on her lips.