Qing Yueqiu stared daggers at Ji Xichan, who was lying on her master's bed. Seeing that Ji Xichan's clothes were still neat, she felt a slight sense of relief, but little did she know that it was already after the fact...
"What's it to you if I lie on Pei Sword Immortal's bed?"
Ji Xichan, who had thought Pei Yuhang had returned, was greatly disappointed to see it was his senior disciple, Qing Yueqiu. She flopped back down onto the bed out of boredom.
Then, she subconsciously stretched out her legs, clamping Pei Yuhang's sleeping pillow tightly between them.
Seeing this, Qing Yueqiu nearly drew her Luminous Shadow Sword and lunged.
"What do you think you're doing, you shaless woman?!"
"What about ?"
Qing Yueqiu grew even more furious at Ji Xichan's feigned look of confusion. She snatched her master's pillow away as if it were a precious treasure.
She pressed her nose against it and sniffed. After confirming it wasn't tainted by that vixen's scent, she hugged her master's pillow even tighter.
The silver-haired girl turned her head, her voice incomparably icy.
"Not only did you crawl into my master's bed, but you also dared to clamp his pillow with your filthy feet! How can you be so shaless? You have no manners at all!"
Ji Xichan glanced at the bristling Qing Yueqiu and pursed her lips nonchalantly.
'So what if I put my feet on Pei Yuhang's pillow? What's the big deal? I've even stepped on his face...'
Ji Xichan got off the bed. She couldn't be bothered with this sore loser's impotent rage and walked straight past her.
But she hadn't gotten far before her wrist was roughly seized.
"You bitch, you still haven't answered my question."
"Why were you on my master's bed?!"
Facing Qing Yueqiu, whose eyes were filled with murderous, blood-red light, the already impatient Ji Xichan's lips curled into a mocking smile.
She had never been one to back down from a fight.
'Since you insist on provoking again and again...'
'Fine, I'll just tell you the truth.'
"Why else would I be on Pei Sword Immortal's bed? For pleasure, of course~"
"A pleasure you could never even dream of experiencing, you little virgin!"
As her words fell, the entire room plunged into silence.
But the Spiritual Qi was churning in a dangerous undercurrent...
...
After leaving the house, Pei Yuhang headed to the kitchen stove, where the Ten-Complete Yin Replenishing Soup he had prepared for his Dao Companion was waiting.
Although his Dao Companion hadn't shown any obvious improvent after drinking it for the past few days, Liyuan did seem much happier. She was no longer so resistant to drinking the soup because of its foul taste.
Perhaps the Ten-Complete Yin Replenishing Soup had given his Dao Companion sothing to look forward to.
Pei Yuhang now carried another unspeakable secret of his betrayal. He could only try to compensate his Dao Companion as much as possible, treating her even better to make up for his guilt.
'In two days, I have to help Senior Sister with her Secret Technique practice again. Should I ask her if she has any solutions for Liyuan's condition?'
'I'll have to do it without Liyuan knowing. She's stubborn and would never want Senior Sister to know about such a private matter... But Senior Sister is a professional Alchemist, after all. She might have a solution. For the sake of my happiness with Liyuan, this problem must be solved.'
Pei Yuhang mused as he stared at the milky-white Ten-Complete Yin Replenishing Soup.
Just then, a sowhat panicked voice called out from a distance.
Yu Xiaoyan hurriedly landed her Flying Sword. "Master, this is bad! Senior Sister and Sister Ji are fighting again!"
"Master, you have to hurry—"
Before Yu Xiaoyan could finish, a wave of air washed over her.
When she opened her eyes again, Pei Yuhang was gone.
But Pei Yuhang had left a ssage for her.
[Xiaoxiao, help bring this pot of soup to your master's wife.]
Yu Xiaoyan looked at the bubbling, milky-white broth and sighed helplessly.
'Senior Sister is a grown woman, but she's still so much trouble. Fighting with Ji Xichan every day, and now I have to run errands.'
The girl muttered to herself as she walked to the large pot. Just as she was about to pick it up, she suddenly grew curious. What kind of treasure was this soup that Master had brewed for his wife?
'Could it be so kind of super-restorative soup that's incredibly beneficial for Cultivation?'
Curiously, Yu Xiaoyan stirred the pot with a ladle and ended up finding things like Spirit Beast Palace Body and other supplents specifically for Female Cultivators...
'This... Master's wife doesn't even have children. Why would she be eating this stuff?'
'Could it be that Master's wife has so kind of unspeakable female trouble?'
Yu Xiaoyan was completely stunned by the discovery of this incredible secret.
At the sa ti, she felt a very immoral sense of schadenfreude. 'So what if Master loves you? You're still just a pathetic woman, aren't you? HAHAHAHA~!'
Nevertheless, Yu Xiaoyan pretended she hadn't seen anything, picked up the hot pot, and carried it to her master's wife's room.
...
...
Thunder rumbled among the clouds. A pitch-black demonic shadow let out a heavenward roar, while an unparalleled Sword River coiled within the sky.
The snow clouds that had perpetually hung over the Cold Palace Sword Mansion for ten thousand years were scattered by the raging torrent of Spiritual Qi.
"Bitch, if you have any guts, stop hiding! We'll see if I don't cut out that wagging tongue of yours!"
Qing Yueqiu slashed down with her sword again and again, cleaving through the Demon Spirits blocking her path, determined to capture the black-skirted girl weaving through the clouds.
"Hahaha~ Little white cat, Big Sis is just teasing you by dodging. Your Cultivation is a notch below mine. If we really went head-to-head, the fun would be over.
"You don't really think I'm afraid of you, do you?"
After saying her piece, Ji Xichan transford into a shadow and blended into the horde of Demons, silently approaching Qing Yueqiu.
The presence of countless Demon Spirits interfered with Qing Yueqiu's perception, preventing her from realizing that the very person she was looking for, Ji Xichan, was already right in front of her.
"Bitch, co out!"
The divine light of the Luminous Shadow Sword in Qing Yueqiu's hand erupted. A beam of pure white Moonlight fell, obliterating the hundreds of Demon Spirits blocking her way.
But in the instant she retracted her sword, Ji Xichan suddenly appeared. The corner of her mouth hooked up, and her jade-like arm rose.
"Won hold grudges, you know. I never forgot about that slap."
"Now, I'm returning it!"
Qing Yueqiu's eyes widened. She had no ti to raise her sword and could only watch helplessly as Ji Xichan's hand grew larger and larger in her vision.
"Stop!"
A figure in white suddenly appeared between the two won. Ji Xichan's descending arm was gripped firmly, unable to move another inch.
The clamorous sword cries and the roars of the Demon Spirits vanished without a trace upon Pei Yuhang's arrival.
"Pei Yuhang—did you do that on purpose?! You only show up to stop when you see your disciple is about to lose, don't you!"
Seeing Pei Yuhang ruin her fun, Ji Xichan was incredibly frustrated.
But she knew she was also in the wrong this ti and was definitely in for a harsh punishnt from Pei Yuhang. She tried to pull her wrist from his grasp and make a run for it, but she failed.
Ji Xichan's heart sank. With this new offense piled on top of old grudges, she couldn't imagine how Pei Sword Immortal was going to punish her now.
She shifted her legs awkwardly, unable to stop herself from pressing them together.
Pei Yuhang didn't look at her, turning his head to Qing Yueqiu instead.
"Yueqiu, are you all right?"
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