Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 118 - 117: Comatose Pei Sword Immortal, Restless Yu Gu Nan

"Yueqiu, I really don't need your Spirit Stones. You should keep them for your own cultivation."

"Master, please take them. Just consider it me storing them with you for now..."

Speechless, Pei Yuhang flicked the girl on her smooth forehead, causing Qing Yueqiu to let out a soft cry and clutch her head.

"Are you treating the prize from the Sect competition like an allowance for me to hold onto? Just keep it yourself."

As her master, how could Pei Yuhang possibly accept the valuables his disciple had fought so hard to obtain? 'I have no idea what Yueqiu is thinking.'

He shook his head, unfurled the Teleportation Scroll, and said, "I'm going to the Cold Earth Spring to cultivate. Don't even think about giving me those Spirit Stones."

Qing Yueqiu raised her hand, wanting to say more, but her master had already turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished on the spot after a spatial fluctuation.

The silver-haired girl clutched the Jiezhi Storage Ring, stunned for a moment, before finally leaving, crestfallen.

Watching Qing Yueqiu return to her room, looking somewhat dejected, Yu Gu Nan, who was standing in a corner, spoke with a touch of pity:

'Poor Eldest Martial Sister, acting so meekly in front of that hypocrite, Pei Yuhang. Ah, well, what can I do? I'm just too kind-hearted. Once I've properly trained Pei Sword Immortal, I'll give him to Eldest Martial Sister as a surprise!'

Yu Gu Nan retracted her gaze and looked toward the spot where Pei Yuhang had vanished using the Teleportation Scroll, her eyes narrowing.

...

Pei Yuhang arrived before the Bronze Gate. As he pushed it open, his white robes slipped from his body and fell to the ground.

The Sword Immortal's physique, which countless Fairies dreamed of day and night, stepped into the clear spring water that emanated a bone-chilling cold, until the water submerged the lower half of his body.

'My Nascent Soul Realm is at its peak. It's time to prepare to return to Divinity Transformation.'

However…

Now that he had the chance to recultivate his path, Pei Yuhang didn't want to just follow the old road back to the Divinity Transformation Realm.

Previously, because his Giant Sun Saint Body was uncontrollable, he had been forced to major in the Ice Cold Dao to maintain the balance of Yin Yang Qi in his body, despite possessing a supreme Fire Attribute talent.

Now, as Pei Yuhang progressed deeper into his cultivation of the Yang Emperor Heart Scripture, his Giant Sun Saint Body was no longer an uncontrollable bomb, but a controllable nuclear fusion reaction!

He wanted to re-establish his cultivation path with the Yang Fire Dao as its foundation.

This was an opportunity that would allow Pei Yuhang to walk further and more steadily on the Great Dao.

Soaking in the Cold Earth Spring, he closed his eyes and instantly entered a focused state of Self-forgetfulness. His Divine Sense sank completely into his Sea of Consciousness, where he saw the brilliant, blazing sun that represented his Yang essence, and beside it, the bright white Moon Wheel, several circles smaller in comparison.

Pei Yuhang moved to the center point between the sun and moon and began to circulate the Yang Emperor Heart Scripture. In an instant, Yin Yang Qi flew out from the sun and moon, spiraling and converging around him, faintly forming the shape of a yin-yang symbol.

After an unknown period of cultivation, Pei Yuhang opened his eyes again to find he was no longer in the Cold Earth Spring, but in a magnificent, golden-red grand hall.

Pei Yuhang stood up, looking in astonishment at the majestic Dragon Throne beneath him and the scenery within the hall.

'Could it be that because I was completely immersed in the rhythm of the Yang Emperor Heart Scripture, I resonated with the creator's state of mind and entered Emperor Yang's memories?'

Pei Yuhang had read about this phenomenon in ancient texts. It was a special situation that only occurred when the affinity between a Practitioner and their Cultivation Technique reached an unparalleled level.

When the White-clothed Sword Immortal realized he had a great deal in common with Emperor Yang—who had reputedly pleasured a hundred thousand women before achieving the Dao and ascending—he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

He was clearly a man of simple tastes and few desires who yearned for pure love. How could he possibly have anything in common with the debauched Emperor Yang, who had taken countless women?

Just as Pei Yuhang sat on the Dragon Throne, at a loss for what to do next…

Melodious sounds of drums, zithers, and strings drifted in from outside the hall. Countless women with exquisite figures and beautiful faces entered in an orderly fashion. They kept their heads lowered and their bodies slightly inclined, their already wide collars naturally revealing the cleavage they were so proud of.

Perhaps due to the mental resonance, upon seeing the hall full of beautiful women, Pei Yuhang's demeanor changed in an instant. His figure, draped in a black and red Dragon Robe, sat upon the Dragon Throne, exuding an unprecedented majesty and nobility—the aura of an emperor.

Pei Yuhang discovered that he could no longer control his body. So, who was in control now?

Without a doubt, it was the Emperor Yang of the past.

Emperor Yang spoke calmly, "My dear ministers, what matters have you to report?"

A mature, graceful woman stepped forward. Holding a document, she reported respectfully:

"Your Majesty, recently, the Grand General led an army of ten thousand to besiege a deity who controls wind and fire on Great Black Mountain..."

Pei Yuhang listened to the reports from the female officials, feeling very strange inside.

He truly hadn't expected Emperor Yang to be so... playful. All of his civil and military officials were chosen from the finest beauties, and he reigned as the supreme Emperor of this "Women's Country." It was easy to imagine his intentions.

The somewhat tedious morning court session finally ended. Although Pei Yuhang was very interested in listening to the strange tales from ancient times, he still hoped to 'advance the plot' more quickly.

But soon, Pei Yuhang regretted that the morning court had ended so quickly.

After Emperor Yang announced the end of the court session, the hundred beautiful civil and military officials below did not leave. Instead, they formed a long line according to their rank and status.

He watched as the one at the head of the line, a bewitching Prime Minister in a silky cheongsam that perfectly hugged her full hips and slender waist, walked forward and knelt at his feet.

Pei Yuhang had a very bad feeling about this.

"Minister Dong, of all my officials, I most enjoy when you play the Dragon Flute."

Emperor Yang reached out and stroked the female Prime Minister's head.

The female Prime Minister's decisive, efficient demeanor from the court session vanished, replaced by the bashful look of a young maiden.

Her warm, moist breath brushed clearly against Pei Yuhang's hand, making him realize that something terrible was about to happen.

RUSTLE—

The Golden Dragon Jade Belt came undone.

After assisting Emperor Yang during the morning court, the female Prime Minister now began to diligently assist the little Emperor Yang.

Or rather, she was assisting the Little Sword Immortal.

After all, Emperor Yang's current appearance was that of Pei Yuhang.

In other words, the so-called mental resonance was a way for a Cultivator to deepen their understanding of a Cultivation Technique by experiencing the life of its creator. This meant that Pei Yuhang had to personally experience Emperor Yang's debaucherous life as an emperor.

Naturally, Pei Yuhang was unwilling to let his "sword" be wielded by a strange woman just for the sake of the so-called Enlightenment Dao.

He gritted his teeth, trying to resist, but he couldn't control his body at all. He gazed down at the hundred beauties waiting their turn, unsure whether to feel pleasure or pity, and his future seemed bleak.

After consorting with a hundred beauties…

'Would my body have any purity left?'

'Even if this was all an Illusion Realm, the kisses, the scents, the caresses of these beauties were being vividly branded into my mind.'

'How could a man like me ever face my Dao Companion and lie in the same bed...?'

...

Intuition, or what could be called "spiritual insight."

For Cultivators in the Cultivation Realm, it wasn't some baseless whim; it often foreshadowed the secrets of heaven.

And Yu Gu Nan, who possessed the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, was undoubtedly among the most monstrously intuitive prodigies of all Cultivators.

VMMMM—

Before the Bronze Gate that emanated a chilly air, a spatial ripple appeared, and a charming young woman materialized out of thin air.

Yu Gu Nan's ability to arrive here so smoothly was largely thanks to Pei Yuhang.

After Yu Gu Nan and her sister successfully broke through to the Golden Core realm, Pei Yuhang, considering that the water of the Cold Earth Spring would benefit her cultivation of her Divine Soul Technique, had given her one of his own Teleportation Scrolls to this private retreat, allowing her to come and cultivate at any time.

In other words, only Yu Gu Nan and Pei Yuhang could enter this place. Whatever happened between the master and disciple here... would never get out!

'Pei Sword Immortal, what in the world are you doing right now? To give me such a strong premonition that I absolutely had to come here.'

Yu Gu Nan licked the corner of her lips, strode forward, and pushed open the Bronze Gate before her.

Instantly, she was hit by a wave of intense, dry heat.

This was supposed to be a place of extreme cold, yet the heat made one want to strip off all their clothes...

Furthermore, this scorching heat awakened a certain feminine instinct within Yu Gu Nan. Under the force of that intense impulse, even she, who had always been rational, could not remain calm.

'Damn it... What's happening? My body isn't listening to me...'

Yu Gu Nan's calves tensed, a tingling weakness spreading through them. Her beautiful eyes looked toward the source of this bizarre heat.

Her nominal master, Pei Yuhang, was soaking naked in the Cold Spring.

Yu Gu Nan had never seen a Pei Yuhang like this. With his handsome, god-like face and peacefully closed eyes, he resembled a white lotus—to be admired from afar, but never defiled.

'But... I really want to defile him~'

She didn't know if it was an instinctual impulse or a long-held wicked desire.

The young woman licked her lips. As she approached the man with his eyes shut tight, she began to undo her clothes, tossing them carelessly to the ground.