Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 110 - 109: Ji Xichan: "I Will Make Pei Sword Immortal Lick My Toes

"He... he was eaten?!"

"Xiao Chenyu didn't even have a chance to resist! He was swallowed whole by the black shadow at Ji Xichan's feet!"

This sudden turn of events sent the entire audience into an uproar, the noise causing the black-dressed girl on the field to narrow her eyes in annoyance.

"So noisy. Hey! Big Black Wolf, hurry up and completely suppress that guy in your stomach. Torture him good, then spit him out. I don't want to be here anymore."

Being ordered around by a little girl, the remnant soul of the Great Demon Moon Dog, known as the "Big Black Wolf," subconsciously wanted to teach her a lesson.

But when its canine pupils happened to glimpse a faintly visible goddess statue behind the girl, they instantly constricted to the size of pinholes in terror.

It didn't dare to resist, and could only obediently follow Ji Xichan's command.

Of course, as a Great Demon of noble blood with a violent nature, it would vent all its anger on the Xiao Chenyu inside its body.

No one knew what kind of torture Xiao Chenyu suffered inside the Moon Dog's stomach.

They only knew that after the Moon Dog spat him out, he curled up on the ground like a shrimp under the watchful eyes of thousands. His eyes were vacant, drool and snot trickled from his mouth and nose, and his body twitched spasmodically, as if he had just endured the "ultimate humiliation" of both body and soul.

In the audience, Pei Yuhang suddenly looked up toward the northwest of the Celestial Lock Islands. He could feel a silent and terrifying aura approaching.

Without a doubt, Ji Xichan had been too ruthless with Xiao Chenyu, to the point of shattering his Dao Heart. An elder from his family was already filled with uncontrollable rage.

However, the oppressive aura from the northwest quickly dissipated. It seemed someone had persuaded the Great Elder to stand down.

When Pei Yuhang looked back at the dueling ring, he saw a distorted spatial vortex appear behind Xiao Chenyu. By the time the vortex subsided, Xiao Chenyu's figure had vanished.

"..."

The White-clothed Sword Immortal silently watched the black-dressed girl turn and leave the field, his eyes filled with deep worry.

That wolf head just now was undoubtedly the remnant soul of a Great Demon. A Great Demon capable of matching a Divinity Transformation Stage Cultivator, even as a remnant soul, was not something an ordinary Nascent Soul could fight. And who knew how many more remnant souls of that caliber Ji Xichan possessed...

'Does my eldest disciple really have to compete against a monster like that tomorrow?'

Suddenly, Pei Yuhang felt a gentle, cool touch envelop his hand.

"Master, you don't need to worry about me."

"I can win."

Qing Yueqiu smiled at Pei Yuhang, her expression gentle and confident, causing his tightly knitted brow to relax as if touched by a spring breeze.

Then, Pei Yuhang saw the girl, who had just been so self-assured, suddenly blush. She lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Master, tonight... can you still transfer your cultivation to Yueqiu?"

...

That night, Qing Yueqiu lay alone in bed, pouting in dissatisfaction.

Her master had, in the end, refused her request. Even when she framed it under the guise of "mutual learning" and "mutual progress," he had flatly rejected it.

'It couldn't be helped... After all, the cultivation technique Master practiced actually required a man and a woman to bare themselves to each other...'

'In the past, Master and Mistress must have often cultivated together like this, right? So intimate, night after night. No wonder their bond was so strong.'

Qing Yueqiu rolled over in bed, a sudden sadness washing over her.

'Master isn't willing to accept me. Aside from Mistress, our master-disciple relationship is also an insurmountable wall between us.'

'Master is a noble man who cherishes his reputation; he would never accept such a taboo relationship... '

In that moment, Qing Yueqiu felt the joy from her day of consecutive victories vanish completely, replaced by a profound emptiness that began to consume her body and mind.

'How... how can I fill this emptiness?'

Qing Yueqiu took out the white cloth her master had placed over her face the previous night and once again covered her face with it.

She imagined that her master had put this white cloth on her with his own hands.

'Because next, Master was going to...'

...

Yu Xiaoyan got up at midnight and tiptoed cautiously to Pei Yuhang's room. After confirming someone was inside, she breathed a small sigh of relief.

'Good, Master wasn't seduced away by Senior Sister tonight.'

Yu Xiaoyan's mood brightened considerably. She tiptoed toward her senior sister's door, wanting to see if she was crying her eyes out.

But as she got close, she heard waves of melodious, soft moans from inside, like the gurgling of a brook under a small bridge.

Yu Xiaoyan's beautiful eyes widened, and she clapped a hand over her mouth.

'That sound just now... How could she not recognize it!'

'You're really something, Senior Sister! You act all serene and detached on the surface, but in reality, you're a lustful fairy who can't bear the loneliness!'

Yu Xiaoyan didn't need to guess what Qing Yueqiu was thinking about right now. While silently cursing her for being shameless, she subconsciously glanced at her master's tightly shut door, her own eyes filled with a fiery passion.

Unfortunately, the door remained firmly shut, and she could only retreat, dejected and disappointed.

But after returning to her room, that ambiguous sound echoed in her ears, causing her to involuntarily clutch her blanket tightly between her legs.

...

At dawn, the golden rooster crowed.

Pei Yuhang stepped out of his room and frowned slightly when he saw that neither of his two disciples was awake yet.

'I remember going to bed quite early last night. Why are these two sleeping in so late? Could it be that yesterday's tournament matches took too much out of them?'

Fortunately, it wasn't long before Qing Yueqiu and Yu Xiaoyan appeared before Pei Yuhang, fully dressed and groomed.

Both of them kept their heads lowered, their eyes seemingly afraid to meet their master's gaze. Luckily, with the finals of the Sect's grand tournament approaching, Pei Yuhang didn't notice anything unusual.

He patted Qing Yueqiu's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's go, Yueqiu. I'm waiting for you to bring back the golden crown of the grand tournament's champion!"

Qing Yueqiu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"I will absolutely defeat Chen Tiansheng's True Disciple and prove your worth to the entire Sect, Master!"

Only then did Pei Yuhang realize that she had been holding a grudge on his behalf ever since he lost the competition for the Saint Son seat to Chen Tiansheng.

Although he had long since let it go, seeing his disciple so eager to redeem his name filled his heart with warmth.

Today was the final of the Sect's grand tournament, and the hype and discussion surrounding it were more intense than ever.

The two young women who had fought their way into the finals were, quite coincidentally, both True Disciples of former Saint Son candidates.

Now, Chen Tiansheng had become the official Dao Sect Saint Son, and his disciple was a world-renowned "monster" who had swept through the major sects.

Pei Yuhang, on the other hand, had fallen from grace, and his disciple was showing her skills before the entire Dao Sect for the first time.

Everyone saw the duel between the two young women as a microcosm of the rivalry between their masters' generation.

This year's grand tournament might well be recorded in the annals of the Xuanyuan Dao Sect.

Qing Yueqiu landed as lightly as a butterfly and looked at the approaching black-dressed girl.

She was just about to give a pre-battle self-introduction when she received a Divine Thought from Ji Xichan.

Your master is named Pei Yuhang, isn't he?

Hearing her opponent address her master directly by name, Qing Yueqiu frowned, but still asked patiently:

"What do you want?"

A corner of Ji Xichan's mouth curled up. She twirled a lock of hair by her ear with a fingertip and said with a smile:

Actually, back then, when I first entered the Dao Sect, I wanted to become a disciple of the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.

But Pei Sword Immortal told me to leave, claiming we were incompatible... I knelt in the heavy snow in front of your mansion for three days and three nights, and he still wouldn't take me.

"What are you trying to say?"

Qing Yueqiu's fingers tightened on the hilt of Luminous as she readied herself for battle.

Her master had never told her what Ji Xichan was talking about... but judging from the woman's eyes, she was clearly filled with hostility toward her, a disciple of the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.

I hate your master's high-and-mighty attitude back then.

So, I'm going to fight you at the same cultivation level, without using my higher stage to bully you. I will defeat you fair and square, and then... make Pei Yuhang lick my toes as he admits his defeat~

And make him regret his coldness from all those years ago!