Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 226 - 225: Qing Yueqiu Follows Her Master at Midnight and Finds Something Amiss

"Liyuan, I suddenly feel a flash of inspiration. I need to go into seclusion in the Cold Spring now... so I can't stay with you tonight."

Upon hearing this, Ye Liyuan pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Do you think I'm a child, Ah Han? Do I need you to stay with me while I sleep? Just go!"

Fairy Ye extended a small, fair foot as flawless as Soft Jade and kicked Pei Yuhang out of bed. Then she hugged the quilt and turned her back to him.

Pei Yuhang knew his Dao Companion was still sulking, but unfortunately, because of the depraved contract with Shang Miaoyan, he couldn't stay to comfort her.

Finally, Pei Yuhang leaned down and gently nibbled on her small earlobe. "I'm sorry, Liyuan. I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

With that, he turned and left.

"...Idiot."

Hearing the sound of the door closing behind him, Ye Liyuan sighed softly.

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...

Meanwhile, Qing Yueqiu, who had spent the day recovering from her injuries, left home once again. She had disguised her Luminous Shadow Sword slightly, confident that as long as she didn't activate its Moonlight Power, no one would recognize it.

Holding her Lifebound Spirit Sword, Qing Yueqiu was confident that she was terrifyingly strong tonight and would absolutely not be in the same pathetic state as the night before.

'Just ten more formidable Demon Beasts, and the Killing Momentum inside me can evolve further.'

A happy and expectant smile appeared on the young woman's lips. 'Master will surely be pleased with my rapid growth.'

Suddenly, she felt something and looked up at the night sky.

A figure in white was departing on a sword. Although his speed was extremely fast, the young woman still recognized him as her master, Pei Yuhang.

Qing Yueqiu frowned slightly, unable to understand what her master was doing leaving on his sword so late at night.

The young woman hesitated for a moment, then used the Stealth Technique she had learned from Bei Lingyin, her pretty figure melting into the night as she secretly followed him.

Bei Lingyin's Stealth Technique was indeed extraordinarily exquisite, making Qing Yueqiu wonder, 'Is a Stealth Technique of this caliber really taught by a Sect like the Yin Yang Sacred Land?'

'If so, then it's rather baffling that the Yin Yang Sacred Land would research the art of Stealth just for illicit trysts.'

But regardless of where Bei Lingyin's stealth technique came from, it was a great help to Qing Yueqiu now.

The young woman transformed into a thin cloud, following the night wind far behind the White-clothed Sword Immortal.

During the pursuit, Qing Yueqiu felt a sharp Divine Sense scan past her several times. She immediately used a tortoise-breathing concealment technique and was lucky not to be caught on the spot by her master.

Finally, Qing Yueqiu saw her master's Sword Control speed gradually slow. It seemed he had arrived at his destination—

the local palace of the Yin Yang Sacred Land.

Her crimson eyes filled with disbelief. 'Why would Master come to a worldly place like this, full of women... and at this late hour, which invites so many suggestive thoughts?'

'Even if he's on a Sect mission, he shouldn't be coming here in the dead of night...'

Qing Yueqiu was suddenly overcome with an urgent desire to rush over and question her master.

She felt an unprecedented anxiety. Her heart was beating even faster than when she fought Demon Beasts, as if it would leap out of her chest.

But perhaps she lacked the courage, afraid she might ruin the special mission her master was secretly here for.

Or perhaps she was still clinging to a sliver of hope, believing that things were not as sordid as she imagined.

And so, Qing Yueqiu could only stare with wide, crimson eyes, watching as the handsome figure in white followed a woman in purple into the palace.

BANG—

The great doors slammed shut, completely obscuring Pei Yuhang's back from view.

"Master... really went inside."

Qing Yueqiu stood rooted to the spot for a moment, then began to mutter to herself as if trying to convince herself.

"Master... he's definitely not what you think... He's on an important Sect mission concerning the friendly alliance between two Major Sects. Yueqiu, just don't overthink it."

"That's right. That's how it must be."

Qing Yueqiu patted her cheeks, desperately trying to banish the profane images of her master from her mind. But for some reason, the more she tried to keep her thoughts from running wild, the more those impure, blasphemous images flooded her mind.

Her master's white robes, stripped away layer by layer by countless slender, jade-like hands with painted nails. His handsome, immaculate face, instantly covered in lipstick marks.

Profane stains sullied the pleasant fragrance on her master's body...

"Damn it, what the hell am I thinking?!"

Qing Yueqiu angrily swung her sword, slicing through the clouds before her. She took one last look in the direction of the Yin Yang Sacred Land, then flew on her sword toward Xuanyuan City.

She had to dispel the chaotic, unsettling thoughts in her mind. She had to purge her heart with a battle of all-out, unrestrained slaughter.

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"Miss Han Qiu, you killed three Nascent Soul Level Demon Beasts in less than two hours. You're truly incredible.

However, it would be even better if you could pace yourself during the fights and not kill the Demon Beasts so quickly every time.

If you want the audience to willingly fork over their Spirit Stones, you can't let a match be completely one-sided. Only an even fight will get the gamblers hooked..."

"Cut the crap. I don't want to hear it."

Qing Yueqiu slowly wiped the filthy blood from her blade, letting the cold gleam of the Spirit Sword shine dazzlingly once more, stinging the attendant's eyes.

Hearing that icy voice, the attendant felt as if a sword was at his throat, giving him the illusion that he would be beheaded if he uttered another useless word.

He quickly took a step back, bowing to Qing Yueqiu in apology.

"My apologies, Miss Han Qiu. I was only suggesting this so you could get a bigger cut."

"That's also crap. I don't want to hear it."

After speaking, Qing Yueqiu stood up to leave.

"If there are no more Demon Beasts for me to fight tonight, then I'm leaving."

"Wait, Miss Han Qiu... I came this time to inform you that there's an even bigger fight coming up.

Our arena wants to arrange a very powerful opponent for you in the next match. Because of this, your life may be in danger, so you'll need to sign a death waiver before the fight can begin. Of course, you'll also receive a reward far greater than any you've had before."

Qing Yueqiu didn't care about the reward the attendant mentioned. She only cared about how powerful the opponent was and how much Power of Killing Momentum she could nurture from them.

"What level Demon Beast is it?"

"It's not a Demon Beast. It's a Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator."

Qing Yueqiu's fingertips trembled. She asked, "Your Beast Fighting Arena also has humans fighting each other, not just Demon Beasts?"

"Yes. Fights between Cultivators are the most exciting. The outcome is uncertain, so the audience is more willing to bet on the duel.

Besides, they're just Demon Cultivators... killing them is just killing them. It counts as ridding the world of a scourge, doesn't it? At least this way, they can be of some use before they die."

"..."

Qing Yueqiu fell silent.

She finally understood what Bei Lingyin meant by "darkness." This was something deeper than gore and lust.

Something that could turn a Righteous Disciple into a demon in human skin.