Ye Yu stared out toward the sea.
That faintly familiar spiritual pressure lingered for only a mont before disappearing completely, leaving him unable to pinpoint its location.
He imdiately swept the area with his divine sense, but there was nothing.
Even the trace of spiritual pressure had vanished, like a fleeting apparition.
What’s going on?
Just then, a dragon’s roar echoed from afar, igniting the excitent of the gathered cultivators.
Without hesitation, they rushed toward the source of the sound.
Yin Feijing instinctively prepared to follow, but she stopped short when she noticed Ye Yu standing still, unmoving.
Confused, she was about to ask why when a silver blur hurtled toward Ye Yu with lightning speed.
Ye Yu calmly raised his right hand to block.
“Bang!”
A muffled impact rang out as the silver figure finally ca to a halt.
It was only then that Yin Feijing saw who it was—a white-haired girl with an exceptionally adorable face standing before Ye Yu.
She appeared flustered, her forehead pressed against Ye Yu’s hand, trying desperately to grab his robes.
But there was a clear problem: her arms were too short, and Ye Yu’s arm was much longer.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t reach him.
Yet she refused to give up, her gaze burning with fervent determination.
Ye Yu sighed, exasperated.
“Senior Sister, give it a rest already. Do you really need to greet like this every single ti? There are people watching!”
That’s right, the white-haired girl was none other than Ye Yu’s second senior sister, Xie Muling.
The faint spiritual pressure Ye Yu had sensed earlier had co from her.
Yin Feijing’s expression was one of utter bewildernt.
Why would Ye Yu’s senior sister act like this?
“Junior Brother, let go. I promise I won’t touch you,” Xie Muling said, attempting to reason her way out of his hold.
Ye Yu narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
This is no different from a man saying, ‘Just the tip.’ Who’d believe that?
He kept his hand firmly in place and asked, “What are you doing here, Senior Sister?”
“I…”
Xie Muling opened her mouth but hesitated when her gaze landed on Yin Feijing.
The pause was telling.
Her aning was clear: You’re an outsider. This isn’t sothing I can discuss with you here. Leave.
Yin Feijing was sharp enough to understand the implication. Without waiting for an explicit dismissal, she gracefully excused herself.
“I heard the dragon roar from over there. I’ll go take a look. You two carry on!”
With that, she turned and flew off in a streak of light.
After Yin Feijing’s departure, Xie Muling took a step back, slipping free from Ye Yu’s grip.
The sensation of having her forehead held in place was not pleasant, but she didn’t complain.
Instead, she looked directly at Ye Yu and asked bluntly, “Junior Brother, do you like won like that?”
Her question was as sharp as it was straightforward.
Ye Yu chuckled, nodding slightly.
There was no denying it—Yin Feijing, with her enchanting combination of purity and allure, was hard for anyone to dislike.
And as a celestial fox from Qingqiu, her tail was definitely a bonus.
Which man wouldn’t be tempted?
“And can she stay by your side every day, cuddling with you?” Xie Muling pressed further.
This second question caught Ye Yu off guard.
Why is she so obsessed with cuddling?
With her white hair and ani-esque features, Xie Muling was already adorably striking. If she simply hinted at wanting a Dao companion, cultivators would line up from here to Qingyun Sect.
Why ask such a childish question?
Ye Yu sighed and replied seriously, “First of all, Senior Sister, she’s not my Dao companion. Second, only Dao companions can cuddle every day. Third, if you’re looking for a Dao companion, tell your type, and I’ll help you find soone.”
Ye Yu was soone who repaid kindness.
Though Xie Muling’s antics often left him speechless, he couldn’t deny that she had helped him a great deal in the past.
From arranging his living quarters on his first day at Qingyun Sect to getting the Construction Hall disciples to build his cabin, she had always gone out of her way for him.
Even the Stealth Technique he used now had been taught to him by her.
If she asked, Ye Yu wouldn’t refuse to help.
But what he didn’t expect was what ca next.
“I’ve decided,” Xie Muling declared, her face re inches from his. “From now on, I’ll be your Dao companion. That way, we can cuddle every day, and you won’t have to push away anymore!”
Ye Yu nearly tore his hair out.
Why? Why is her logic so bizarre?
Xie Muling interpreted his silence as agreent.
“No objection ans consent. Co on!”
Taking advantage of his montary distraction, she leapt onto him, nuzzling her face against his neck and taking deep, satisfied breaths.
Ye Yu tried to push her away, but suddenly, dark clouds rolled across the sky.
An oppressive aura swept over the area, sending chills down his spine.
Looking up, he saw purple lightning crackling within the thick clouds.
Soone’s undergoing a tribulation!
However, it didn’t resemble the heavenly tribulations Ye Yu had experienced in the dream realm. Sothing about it was… different, though he couldn’t say exactly how.
Who’s triggering a tribulation here?
Ye Yu reached for Xie Muling, intending to pull her away from the danger zone.
But his hand froze mid-motion.
What he felt was cold, hard… scales.
Tracing further, his fingers brushed against a tail.
Ye Yu’s face paled as he looked down.
Xie Muling’s robes had transford into shimring silver scales, and a tail swayed gently behind her.
A dragon?!
Ye Yu gasped, his mind racing.
His suspicions were confird when he noticed the two horns that had sprouted from Xie Muling’s head, exuding an intimidating majesty.
Six-String Mountains, silver dragon, Xie Muling…
“Senior Sister,” Ye Yu asked shakily, “you’re the silver dragon?”
Xie Muling, still inhaling deeply, replied casually, “You sound surprised. Didn’t our master tell you about my identity?”
Ye Yu shook his head furiously.
Hongluan, that perpetually drunk gambler, was either drinking or losing bets.
How could she possibly rember to ntion sothing this important?
“Not fast enough. We need to be faster,” Xie Muling muttered, ignoring his disbelief.
With that, she wrapped her dragon tail tightly around Ye Yu’s leg, pulling herself closer.
Zero distance.
Ye Yu was on the verge of losing his mind.
Is this just Xie Muling, or are all dragons this clingy? And why does it have to be ?!
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