novelraw Chapter 224 - 223: Pei Yuhang's Favoritism Towards His Eldest Disciple
Chapter 224 - 223: Pei Yuhang's Favoritism Towards His Eldest Disciple
"Yueqiu, you're late."
Pei Yuhang looked at his senior disciple as she hurried over, a worried expression on his face.
"Yueqiu, are you not feeling well today? You're always the first one here."
Having been out all night, Qing Yueqiu heard her master's concerned words and felt too guilty to meet his gaze.
"No, Master... I was cultivating all night and lost track of time, that's why I'm late."
"I see."
Pei Yuhang nodded. He patted Qing Yueqiu's shoulder and infused a bit of Pure Yang True Qi into her, easing the exhaustion from her features.
"Thank you, Master."
"Don't thank me. Yueqiu, you're just too diligent with your cultivation. You mustn't be impatient for quick results, or you might easily stray onto the wrong path. Taking a proper rest isn't necessarily a bad thing."
"I understand..."
Hearing the words "wrong path," Qing Yueqiu's crimson eyes trembled. She silently apologized to her master in her heart, 'I'm sorry,' then walked over to her junior sister's side.
Pei Yuhang watched with relief as his senior disciple rejoined the group. But when his gaze fell upon Yu Xiaoyan, who was glancing all around, his expression turned severe, like a teacher spotting the class delinquent.
"Xiaoxiao, stop daydreaming! Did you hear what your senior sister said? Compared to her, your attitude toward cultivation is simply atrocious!"
"You don't just work one day and slack off the next. You're more like, you fish for half a day out of five, and spend the other four and a half eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping!"
Hearing this, Yu Xiaoyan pouted and muttered under her breath, "Master, Xiaoxiao's cultivation is clearly very fast. Maybe when Senior Sister was in the Golden Core Stage, her cultivation efficiency was far worse than mine. Why are your standards for me so high?"
"Based on the results, you should be praising Xiaoxiao instead!"
"I'm talking about your attitude. Don't you try to argue, you little rascal."
"The final result is what's most important. No matter how good your attitude is, if you can't change the outcome, it's just wasted effort... Master, I was wrong, I won't talk back anymore."
When Yu Xiaoyan saw her master stalking toward her with a dark expression, she quickly threw her hands up in surrender, trying to get away with it by acting cute.
But it was too late.
Pei Yuhang grabbed Yu Xiaoyan by the ear and lifted her up, making her grimace in pain and beg for mercy.
At the same time, Pei Yuhang whispered in her ear:
"You little rascal, do you really think your rapid cultivation is all thanks to your own talent?"
"If it weren't for the boost from the Pure Yang Essence and top-tier dual cultivation..."
Before Pei Yuhang could finish, Yu Xiaoyan's mischievous eyes darted around, and she replied, also in a voice Qing Yueqiu couldn't hear:
"Master, obtaining the Pure Yang Essence was Xiaoxiao's good fortune. You can't treat me differently just because I could get it and Senior Sister couldn't, you know~"
Pei Yuhang grew even more exasperated at her words, nearly blurting out the nonsense that 'if Yueqiu could have me, she would have broken through to the Divinity Transformation Stage long ago.'
'Damn it, how did I end up with such a troublesome disciple!'
"Xiaoxiao, you will go to the ancestral tablets and reflect on your misdeeds for a day and a night! No food or water!"
"No, Master..."
"Go!"
"..."
Seeing that her master was truly angry, Yu Xiaoyan didn't dare say another word. Head bowed, she dejectedly went off to face the wall.
After punishing his junior disciple, Pei Yuhang thought of Xiaoxiao's outrageous claim about "wasted effort" and looked worriedly at his well-behaved and sensible senior disciple.
"Yueqiu, you should know that nothing your junior sister says is of any use. Just keep being yourself and don't let her affect your state of mind."
Qing Yueqiu just gave a carefree smile at his words.
"It's alright, Master. I believe Xiaoxiao meant no harm.
Besides, I don't think what Xiaoxiao said was entirely without reason. Effort that yields no results truly is wasted."
"Yueqiu..."
"You don't need to worry about me, Master. I believe my efforts will be useful. What I want, I will obtain with my own two hands."
Qing Yueqiu said earnestly, looking at the handsome and otherworldly White-clothed Sword Immortal before her.
Pei Yuhang didn't yet realize that the "thing" his disciple wanted also included him. He was simply happy that Yueqiu's Dao Heart was so firm.
"Since you have it figured out, then I can rest assured."
"Since that naughty disciple Xiaoxiao has gone to her punishment, I'll give a special lesson just for my good disciple today."
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...
The pure white moon hung fixed in the pitch-black sky, like a fairy fallen into a dark prison.
Qing Yueqiu stood on a hill behind the mountain, watching as the candlelight in her master's room was extinguished early.
'These past two days, Master and Mistress have been putting out their lights so early...'
'It seems their relationship has gotten even better since their argument the other day.'
The young woman clenched her fists. She resolutely donned a pure white crystal mask, then turned and vanished into the night.
With the restless flames of jealousy burning in her heart, she now wanted only to extinguish that inferno with the blood of her enemies.
「Elsewhere.」
Pei Yuhang suddenly froze, as if he had a premonition of something bad.
"What's wrong, Ah Han? Did you sense I've gotten stronger and realize you can't handle me anymore?"
His Dao Companion's triumphant voice dispelled Pei Yuhang's doubts, making him think his premonition was just a trick of the mind.
The most important thing right now was to teach the impertinent Xiao Liyuan a lesson!
"You've only been cultivating for two days and you're already looking down on your husband? So arrogant! It seems your husband will have to put you in your place and make you understand who the master of this house is!"
Seeing Pei Yuhang was about to get serious, Ye Liyuan quickly begged for mercy.
"Ngh~ you bad Ah Han... I'll say you're the master, alright?"
Fairy Ye put on a pitiful expression, hoping to arouse Pei Yuhang's affection and stop him from being so rough.
But the wicked Pei Sword Immortal showed no tenderness for the fairer sex. This made Ye Liyuan understand that blindly begging for mercy was useless. Dignity wasn't given by others; it had to be fought for!
"You despicable Pei Yuhang! I'll fight you to the death!"
A moment later, only the sounds of his Dao Companion begging for mercy remained in the room.
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...
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
On the clamorous fighting stage, thick with the stench of blood.
Qing Yueqiu, Spirit Sword in hand, was locked in a deadly dance with a Four-winged Purple Mantis the size of a small elephant.
The slender Spirit Sword clashed against the Mantis Demon's absurdly large Purple Armor Scythes, sending sparks and arcs of electricity flying through the air.
The speed of the two combatants was so extreme that even with the cultivation-suppressing array on the stage, the surrounding audience could barely follow their desperate struggle with the naked eye.
They could only feel the waves of blood-scented wind rushing past the stage's barriers to meet them, further stimulating the murderous desires of the countless spectators.
Finally, the lightning-fast stalemate drew to a close.
Qing Yueqiu and the Mantis Demon simultaneously pulled apart, standing still for a brief moment.
Then, in a flash of motion, they broke the sound barrier and crossed paths again.
The Mantis Demon's upper body flew into the air as a spray of corrosive green insect blood scorched the ground and air, making it SIZZLE and smoke.
"Fellow Daoists, this round's winner is, once again, our best newcomer, 'Han Qiu'!
This is the fourth spectacular match she has given us tonight! Let's give her a thunderous round of applause, shall we?"
Instantly, thunderous applause erupted. The beautiful host whipped the entire arena into a frenzy, and everyone began to chant "Han Qiu's" name in unison.
Only the victor herself was not swept up in the frenzied atmosphere. She felt no excitement, no joy. She simply sheathed her Spirit Sword without a word and walked off the stage like a solitary Swordsman.
Only the most observant would have noticed that her legs were trembling slightly. Droplets of blood trickled from her body, forming a thin, red line on the ground...