Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 113 - 112: Pei Sword Immortal Will Punish Ji Xichan's Butt with the Ruler

Ji Xichan watched the white-robed figure approach, a flicker of impatience in her eyes.

She pushed Qing Yueqiu into the man's arms and said coldly, "Take your disciple and leave."

After feeding Qing Yueqiu a few Nourishing Essence Pills, Pei Yuhang looked at Ji Xichan's retreating back and decided to speak up.

"Xichan, when I didn't take you as my disciple back then, it wasn't because I was prejudiced against you. It was because your constitution and talent were truly unsuited for my Sword Dao. It would have only wasted your potential."

Ji Xichan's delicate figure stiffened for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was even colder.

"You took it upon yourself to save me from the Demon Dao, took it upon yourself to bring me back to the Dao Sect, and then you just didn't see it through... And now you're taking it upon yourself to explain your 'good intentions' to me.

Heh, you think I still care? Don't be so arrogant. You no longer have any right to put on airs in front of me."

Ji Xichan gritted her teeth, finally saying the words she had kept in her heart for decades. She wanted the man before her to feel regret, to be ashamed and angry, to know that he had missed out on a peerless, uncut jade like her.

She wanted Pei Yuhang to admit his mistake to her!

But alas, Pei Yuhang's expression remained calm. His gaze was even filled with forbearance, as if he were patiently waiting for her to vent all her frustrations.

This feeling of punching a fist into cotton made Ji Xichan even more infuriated.

"Pei Sword Immortal, your current Cultivation is only at the Nascent Soul realm, is that right?"

"Mm."

Pei Yuhang didn't understand why the young woman had changed the topic to Cultivation, but he nodded nonetheless.

"Nascent Soul, huh~ Pei Sword Immortal, how about we have a match?"

Ji Xichan turned around, showing Pei Yuhang a smile she would never show outsiders. Her silvery-white canine teeth were a cute contrast to her usual demeanor.

"Why?"

"Because I find you irritating."

"But you just said you had already let it go..."

"Did I? I don't seem to remember. After all, a woman's memory is selective~"

"..."

Seeing the stubborn and unyielding look in the young woman's eyes, Pei Yuhang finally nodded.

"Fine, I accept."

"But I will only make one strike. If you cannot withstand it, you lose."

Pei Yuhang gently placed Qing Yueqiu, who was in his arms, against a wall. He thoughtfully blew away the dust on the ground to avoid dirtying his disciple's clothes.

Ji Xichan watched this scene in silence. Only after he stood up did she speak:

"And if I do?"

"Then you win."

"If I win, there has to be a prize."

"You should have heard about my recent situation. The Cold Palace Sword Mansion has nothing to offer you right now."

Pei Yuhang shook his head.

In response, Ji Xichan licked her lips, her moist, bright eyes fixed on the man before her.

In front of the unconscious Qing Yueqiu, Ji Xichan's pink lips parted as she said to Pei Yuhang:

"Don't worry, Pei Sword Immortal. I don't need any Heavenly and Earthly Treasures. I want you to spend a night with me."

"I want to sleep with you."

A flash of astonishment crossed Pei Yuhang's eyes, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

He frowned. "Do you know what you're saying?"

"Of course I do~ But Pei Sword Immortal, you're not naive enough to think I want to sleep with you because of some genuine feelings, are you? I'm just interested in your body.

Your Giant Sun Saint Body is the perfect choice for dual cultivation with a female cultivator like me who practices the Yin Soul Dao.

Besides, sleeping with you—or rather, conquering you in bed~ It can complete my Dao Heart, allowing me to break free from the past failure of not being accepted as a disciple."

As Ji Xichan spoke, she drew the Dark Night Sword from her shadow.

"If I want to break through to the next level on the Great Dao, I must sleep with you, Pei Sword Immortal~!

Besides, my body is quite beautiful, isn't it? I hear I've even been selected for some Fairy Beauty List. I don't care about that stuff, but letting you, Pei Sword Immortal, play with such a beautiful body for a night is definitely not a loss for you, right?"

"So, shall we begin..."

VMM—

A glint of cold light came to rest on the young woman's swan-white neck. Another fraction of an inch forward, and it would draw a bead of crimson blood.

The sword strike was so fast that Ji Xichan couldn't even react. Or rather, even though she realized he had drawn his sword, her body couldn't keep up with her thoughts.

The Great Demon Spirit, boundless Spiritual Qi... no matter how many trump cards she had, they were all meaningless after that cold glint descended.

She had lost.

Ji Xichan clenched her teeth, utterly unwilling to accept it.

Facing Pei Yuhang, she abandoned her pride and said shamelessly, "This one doesn't count... Let's go again!"

As she spoke, Ji Xichan retreated at high speed, warily putting distance between them.

She stared at Pei Yuhang with her full attention, ready to have the Great Demon Spirit protect her at a moment's notice.

"We'll start when I say start!"

Speaking like a little girl in a coquettish tone made Ji Xichan's face flush with embarrassment. Fortunately, Pei Yuhang didn't laugh at her, which put her somewhat at ease.

"Start!"

VMM—!

Once again, a glint of cold light stopped just in time, a fraction of an inch from piercing the young woman's delicate skin.

She had lost again.

Faced with that ultimate speed, no matter how many trump cards she had, she didn't even have a chance to make a move.

"That round doesn't count, again!"

"Again!"

"Again! Pei Yuhang, I will sleep with you!"

...

...

The pride on the delicate young woman's face was gone. The Dark Night Sword in her hand fell to the ground and sank into shadow.

From beginning to end, she had not made a single strike.

Because before she could even draw her sword, she was already defeated.

Defeated again and again, and each time, like a spoiled little girl, imperiously demanding another round from the man before her. Recalling this, Ji Xichan's pretty face couldn't help but flush with shame.

"Pei Yuhang... In three months at the latest, my power will undergo another transformation. We'll have another match then!"

After the stubborn declaration, the young woman in the black dress turned to leave.

Suddenly, a line of Sword Qi materialized before her, blocking her path.

"Pei Yuhang, what do you think you're doing?"

The White-clothed Sword Immortal sheathed Silence, then took out a bamboo ruler from his Jiezhi Storage Ring.

"To discipline you on Chen Tiansheng's behalf."

As he spoke, Pei Yuhang approached Ji Xichan with the ruler in hand. The sharp smacking sound of the ruler against his palm seemed to strike the young woman in the black dress herself, making her toes curl subconsciously as she backed away.

"Bastard! How could you use something like that to humiliate me?!"

Ji Xichan's face was beet red. She wanted to use Sword Control to flee—she absolutely could not be humiliated by a mere ruler. But she also felt that if she fled in disarray before Pei Yuhang, she would never be able to hold her head up in front of him again.

Thus, the young woman's body froze in place, as if waiting for Pei Yuhang to strike her with the ruler...

Just then, Pei Yuhang arrived in front of her and met her gaze.

"Humiliation? Heh, when a little brat like you said you wanted to sleep with me, I didn't say you were humiliating me.

Besides, one must honor a bet. It can't be that only you get to make demands if you win, but I can't, right?"

"Then what do you want?"

Ji Xichan looked up at Pei Yuhang's handsome face, which had a cold, ascetic feel to it, and swallowed subconsciously. This was the closest she had been to him in a long time, ever since he rescued her as a child from a Demon Sect altar.

"I am going to enforce the house rules of the Cold Palace Sword Mansion on you. When a disciple is wrong, they must be spanked on the rear by their master."

The words had barely left his mouth when, before Ji Xichan could even react, the ruler fell with lightning speed.

WHAP—

The crisp sound was like a silver vase shattering, clear proof that the White-clothed Sword Immortal did not hold back at all when punishing the mischievous young woman.

"Ah!"

Ji Xichan cried out in alarm. Just as she was about to cover herself, the ruler fell even faster, striking again.

WHAP—

"Move your hands. If my ruler hits your fingers, it will hurt even more."

"Pei Yuhang, you bastard!"

Tears welled in the corners of Ji Xichan's eyes. This was a look of grievance she had never shown even when facing life-and-death crises, yet now she was defeated by a mere ruler in the hands of the White-clothed Sword Immortal.

WHAP—

"For disrespecting your elders!"

WHAP—

"For not humbly accepting your punishment and wanting to fight back!"

WHAP—

"For not realizing your mistake and still having improper thoughts about me!"

After five strikes from the ruler, Ji Xichan's legs gave out and she knelt on the ground, panting softly. She had never shown such a weak and wretched appearance, not even during her great battle with Qing Yueqiu.

After all, to make Ji Xichan feel the pain, Pei Yuhang truly hadn't held back, even using a special technique to apply force.

He looked at the ground, wet with Ji Xichan's sweat, and knew she had reached her limit. Hitting her again would probably cause physical injury.

So, Pei Yuhang put away the ruler and prepared to turn and leave with Qing Yueqiu.

But then, a voice filled with a strange competitiveness sounded from behind him.

"Pei Yuhang, your ruler... how many strikes can Qing Yueqiu withstand? Is my rear supposed to get more?"