CREAK—
The door was pushed open, and a figure in white entered, letting in a gust of wind and snow.
"You're awake?"
A confused look crossed Pei Yuhang's face as he saw the young woman on the bed clutching her bottom. He couldn't understand the gesture; his Pure Yang True Qi should have healed her injuries last night.
'Could there be so lingering aftereffects?'
At this thought, Pei Yuhang couldn't help but worry.
"Miss Ji, does your bottom still hurt? If anything feels strange, you must tell . I promised Fellow Daoist Chen I would take good care of you."
Hearing Pei Yuhang speak so bluntly about her bottom, Ji Xichan's face flushed with sha. She assud he was teasing her about what happened last night.
"You bastard! Are you trying to humiliate on purpose?! You perverted Sword Immortal who likes to spank people!"
In a fit of sha and anger, Ji Xichan was on the verge of fighting Pei Yuhang. But considering she couldn't beat him at all, if he caught her, her bottom would inevitably face another thrashing. Then she would be too ashad to face anyone.
At that thought, the young woman crouched on the bed, glaring furiously at a baffled Pei Yuhang.
"Wait. Pei Yuhang, you just ntioned my master asked you to take care of … What does that an?"
"Here. This is a letter for you from Fellow Daoist Chen."
Ji Xichan took the letter from Pei Yuhang's hand. Opening it, she saw the handwriting was indeed Chen Tiansheng's. The content wasn't long-winded—just a short ssage, as efficient and neat as the man himself.
Xichan, my stargazing and divination have shown that your future opportunities lie with Fellow Daoist Pei. Therefore, please stay at the Cold Palace Sword Mansion from now on. I trust Fellow Daoist Pei will take good care of you. I hope you can seize this fated opportunity for your Dao.
"..."
Ji Xichan's fingers crumpled the letter in her hand. She couldn't describe her current mood.
Should she be angry that Chen Tiansheng had arbitrarily decided her future without consulting her… or joyful at the prospect of actually living in the Cold Palace Sword Mansion and making up for the regrets of the past?
"Xichan, from now on, we'll have to get along... I hope we can let bygones be bygones regarding what happened before."
"Although the Sword Dao you cultivate is not from the sa lineage as mine, I will still do my best to guide you if there's anything you don't understand."
Pei Yuhang offered a warm smile. He held out his hand for a handshake, a sign of reconciliation, but all he got in return was an eye-roll from Ji Xichan.
"Sword Immortal Pei, you've done nothing to wrong . After all, I was the one who let you spank ... The fact that I couldn't take it and passed out is rely a sign of my own weakness."
"But sooner or later, I will surpass you."
"My goal has not changed. I will make you regret your decision from all those years ago! I will defeat you fair and square and take the title of Sword Immortal from you."
Ji Xichan spoke with cold arrogance. She got off the bed and brushed past Pei Yuhang, not even glancing at his outstretched hand.
After walking out of the room with such a cool deanor, the young woman finally couldn't hold it in anymore. Wincing, she clutched her bottom, her confident stride turning into a sowhat comical limp.
"Ah—why does my bottom hurt so much the mont my feet touch the ground?"
Ji Xichan glanced back guiltily, thinking to herself, 'Pei Yuhang probably didn't use his Divine Sense to see looking this pathetic, right?'
Just then, a familiar fluctuation of Spiritual Qi entered Ji Xichan's perception.
She looked up and t Qing Yueqiu's ruby-red eyes.
The silver-haired girl, who had co to her master's residence to find Pei Yuhang, never expected to run into Ji Xichan here.
Especially upon seeing Ji Xichan limp out of her master's residence with a flushed face, Qing Yueqiu, who was by no ans naive, imdiately jumped to so unsavory conclusions.
Her bright eyes beca sowhat vacant, and her voice turned cold and desolate.
"Why... are you walking so strangely? Where did you sleep last night?"
Ji Xichan sensed sothing was off with Qing Yueqiu. With her quick wits, she soon realized the silly girl before her had gotten the wrong idea.
It was partly out of a sense of mischief, a desire to vent the frustration Pei Yuhang had caused her on his favorite disciple. Or perhaps it was simply that Ji Xichan had a special urge to bully the first disciple he'd taken since her.
A corner of Ji Xichan's mouth curved up. She deliberately put on a flirtatious expression, pressing a finger to her lips as she said shyly:
"Oh my... Sister Yueqiu, since you've already noticed, do I really need to spell it out?"
"I really couldn't tell. Sword Immortal Pei seems so gentle and refined, but in private, he's so... vigorous and rough."
This last sentence was a genuine expression from Ji Xichan; after all, when Pei Yuhang spanked her, he had shown absolutely no rcy.
But to Qing Yueqiu's ears, it obviously took on a different aning.
WHOOSH—
Several intersecting sword marks appeared out of thin air on the ground. A bloody light flickered in Qing Yueqiu's eyes, and her silver hair billowed from the fluctuations of Spiritual Qi, dancing in the wind.
"I'll kill you, you hussy!"
...
...
Watching Ji Xichan leave the room, Pei Yuhang sighed helplessly.
'Fellow Daoist Chen, do you really think having your disciple stay with is a good idea? It might just make her obsession even deeper.'
The White-clothed Sword Immortal shook his head. Just as he was about to tidy up the room, a violent fluctuation of Spiritual Qi in the distance caught his attention.
'This is—Yueqiu's Spiritual Qi fluctuation?!'
Pei Yuhang thought of Ji Xichan, who had just left, and a bad feeling rose in his heart.
'Don't tell Yueqiu and Xichan are fighting again!'
The usually calm and composed White-clothed Sword Immortal was now slightly flustered. He opened the door and looked up to see the sky filled with a surging tide of Sword Qi. At the center of this encirclent was a charming young woman sitting on the head of a giant black hound.
"Hey, hey, hey, little white kitty, you're all bark and no bite~ The force your master used on last night was much stronger than this ticklish Sword Qi of yours.
Oh~ you just don't know how obsessed Sword Immortal Pei is with ... Hehe, anyway, that's a feeling you'll never experience in your life. All you can do is rage impotently here. What a weak girl."
"Shut up!"
Qing Yueqiu looked at the smug Ji Xichan, the bloody light in her eyes about to erupt. Her body's Spiritual Qi flared even more intensely. With a raise of her hand, she condensed thousands of strands of Sword Qi into a single Moon Wheel, preparing to utterly annihilate the woman she hated most.
Of course, Ji Xichan wasn't going to just stand there like a living target. Her eyes narrowed, and she prepared to use her Cultivation, which was just shy of the Late-stage Nascent Soul realm, to teach Qing Yueqiu a little lesson.
'Hehe, in Qing Yueqiu's eyes, I just had her master all to myself for a night, and now she can't even beat . She's probably about to cry from frustration! Hmph, it's all Pei Yuhang's fault!'
'I'll take out the frustration your master caused on you, his disciple!'
VMMM—
A stream of Sword Qi shot into the sky, barring the way between the two won.
"Stop!"
Pei Yuhang's simring anger echoed in his voice as the Suppression from the Divinity Transformation Stage descended upon both Ji Xichan and Qing Yueqiu. The two won, who had been on the verge of battle, suddenly felt their Spiritual Qi beco inert and stagnant, as if a stone ox had sunk into the sea.
The ferocious Great Demon Spirit and the sky-filling Sword Qi dissipated simultaneously. The two peerless young won landed on the ground, neither daring to look at Pei Yuhang.
One was heartbroken, thinking her master had been sullied. The other was guilt-ridden for having just spread a dirty rumor.
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