The morning sun bathed the Cold Palace Sword Mansion in its brilliant glow, making the snow-covered estate shimr and gleam.
Pei Yuhang stood dazed in the kitchen for nearly half an hour, clutching a scorched clay pot.
Spirit Rice Grains were scattered haphazardly across the stove, and by the cutting board lay a few carrots and apples that had been ticulously carved with Sword Qi.
Last night, upon discovering that Pei Yuhang had a wet dream in which she was not the leading lady, his Dao Companion, Ye Liyuan, had flown into a rage and kicked him out of bed.
Pei Yuhang couldn't believe it. Just monts before, his Dao Companion had been as gentle as water, comforting him after he'd woken from a nightmare. It should have been a good on, a chance to deepen their bond.
But instead, due to his own carelessness, he had broken Liyuan's heart.
"Damn it! Why... Why did I have a wet dream?!"
Pei Yuhang glared at the Little Sword Immortal and clenched his fists in frustration, as if to bla her for the trouble she had brought him.
But he couldn't bring himself to give the Little Sword Immortal a thrashing. After all, that would be too cruel. In the end, he could only unclench his fists and sigh in resignation.
'Perhaps... last night's dream was just because I've been under too much stress lately.'
'First, there was signing that unequal and immoral contract with Shang Miaoyan, forcing to go over and satisfy that greedy vixen's appetite every day.'
'Then, my degenerate relationships with Xiaoxiao and Ji Xichan were exposed to Yueqiu...'
'And after seeing Senior Sister Lu yesterday, I just wanted to catch up on old tis, but then by so twist of fate... Ugh, it's a ss. It's all too ssy!'
Pei Yuhang rubbed his aching head, hoping that the elaborate breakfast he was preparing might improve his Dao Companion's mood.
He drew the Silent Sword, ready to continue chopping vegetables.
At that mont, however, the Sword Spirit Bai Jingjing protested, "Pei Yuhang! You had a fight with your woman, so what are you doing taking it out on this morning?!"
"I put up with you using to chop carrots earlier, but now you're using on cabbage too? Do you really think I'm a kitchen knife!"
Hearing Bai Jingjing's protest reminded Pei Yuhang of his dream, where this very Little Sword Spirit had backstabbed him and conspired with a gang of Yellow-haired Fairies to tornt him.
In the dream, Bai Jingjing's laughter had been the most triumphant of all!
Pei Yuhang could still taste the Sword Spirit's feet in his mouth. A wave of anger washed over him, and he snapped back,
"Hmph! For your disloyalty last night, I should refine you into a cooking pot! Using you to chop vegetables is letting you off easy!"
"For the next few days, I'm putting you through special Yang Fire training. If you can't handle my Pure Yang True Fla, then I'll just find myself a new Spirit Sword!"
Bai Jingjing: "?"
'Pei Yuhang, are you nuts? I didn't even stay in your and Ye Liyuan's room last night!'
Bai Jingjing figured those wicked won must have driven Pei Yuhang mad.
But she was the one who had to suffer for it. A kind and lovely Little Sword Spirit like her couldn't defy her master's orders. She could only let Pei Yuhang grip her and chop relentlessly through various leafy greens, her blade becoming stained with fragrant, slightly earthy vegetable juice.
Perhaps Bai Jingjing's mournful resentnt truly moved the Celestial Dao, for a graceful silhouette appeared in the doorway, ready to serve her justice.
"The great Cold Sun Sword Immortal, using the Spirit Sword, Silence, to chop vegetables. I doubt any woman in the world has ever eaten such a luxurious al."
Ye Liyuan leaned against the doorfra, snowflakes still clinging to her hair. "It's a sha the Xuanyuan Dao Sect doesn't preside over cases for Magical Treasures and Spiritual Artifacts. Otherwise, the Silent Sword would definitely report you for abuse of a Spirit Sword."
Pei Yuhang's hand shook, and Silence fell onto the Profound Iron Stove with a CLANG.
He spun around in a panic, the hem of his robe knocking over a Glazed Jar of sour plum powder. The deep red powder burst across his moon-white lapels like blossoming crimson plums.
In his frantic state, one could hardly recognize him as a composed Divinity Transformation Sword Immortal.
"Liyuan, you're here! I wanted to surprise you. I'm making your favorite Spirit Rice Porridge..."
"But I'm having a bit of an off day. I can't seem to get the heat right, so it'll be a little longer. Why don't you go back and wait for a bit?"
The tips of Pei Yuhang's ears were an even deeper red than the sour plum powder. He looked at Ye Liyuan, hoping to see her usual gentleness return to her face.
"I was wondering what was keeping Ah Han in the kitchen for so long. So it was a problem with the heat, was it? Or did you suddenly recall the Fairy from your dream last night and ss up your Fire Control Technique?"
Ye Liyuan glanced at the scorched Spirit Rice from Pei Yuhang's failed attempt. She scooped up a spoonful, tasted it, and said, "This charred flavor is certainly a novelty. I can taste Ah Han's fiery passion for that dream Fairy... a passion so scorching it burned the rice."
Hearing this, Pei Yuhang subconsciously crushed the Spirit Bird Egg in his hand. Without even pausing to wipe away the glistening golden yolk, he raised his hand and swore an oath.
"Liyuan, please, stop teasing ! Last night was truly an accident! The dream... it must have been the work of a Heart Demon..."
Ye Liyuan gave a soft laugh. "What one thinks of by day, one dreams of by night."
"Ah Han, the reason you had that kind of dream... is it because you're feeling unfulfilled during the day? Is it that Liyuan can't satisfy you anymore? Is that it?"
"Of course not! You know I'm not that kind of person!"
Seeing how utterly frantic Pei Yuhang was, Ye Liyuan finally couldn't help but let out a laugh.
She gave Pei Yuhang an elegant eye-roll and said with a grin,
"Alright, alright. I'll stop teasing you."
"Dreams are mysterious things, not sothing we can control with our conscious mind. It was my fault for getting so angry last night."
Pei Yuhang was stunned that his Dao Companion was actually apologizing to him. For a mont, he felt overwheld by the unexpected favor.
"It's... it's alright, Liyuan. As long as you know I didn't do it on purpose."
"Mm, I believe you, Ah Han. Dreams are just dreams, they aren't real!"
Ye Liyuan stepped forward and embraced Pei Yuhang, a clear sign that they had made up.
Seeing that his Dao Companion had finally forgiven him, the weight that had been hanging over Pei Yuhang's heart was finally lifted. He felt an infinite sense of relief.
'Thank goodness... The worst part of the dream won't happen in reality.'
Just as Pei Yuhang was savoring the simple, sweet embrace with his Dao Companion, Ye Liyuan's curious voice made his heart leap into his throat again.
"But, Ah Han, can you honestly tell who the Fairy in your dream last night was?
You don't have to be nervous. Like I said, a dream is just a dream, it doesn't reflect what we really want. Just be honest and tell who it was."
Ye Liyuan's voice was soft and gentle, like a thin veil of mist, completely devoid of any sense of danger.
But even so, Pei Yuhang didn't dare say a single word.
"Not telling? Then let guess. It's not like you et that many Fairies, anyway."
"If we're talking about the most glamorous, it would have to be Sister Miaoyan. A beauty like that can make even a woman's heart race. It wouldn't be strange for a straight-laced guy like you, Ah Han, to dream about her."
"It couldn't be Senior Sister Lu, could it? After all, her figure is simply perfect, and she's so dignified and elegant. If you secretly harbor so naughty thoughts about her, Ah Han, Liyuan can understand."
"Don't tell ... it was Ji Xichan and your disciples?! Pei Yuhang, if you dare harbor any ill intentions toward your juniors, I'll have to report you to the Law Enforcent Office!"
"..."
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