Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 229 - 227: The Saintess's Pregnancy Plan

Qing Yueqiu stared at her reflection in the Glazed Mirror, her lips pursed slightly.

In the mirror, her skin was fairer than snow, her pink lips as thin as flower petals—a cold, stunning beauty, yet not garish.

But her eyes, once the color of crimson jewels, were now shot through with blood vessels, turning them a stark, scarlet red. This shattered the previous harmony, making her as beautiful as a blood-drenched Treasure Sword—full of aggression and an indescribable Demonic Qi.

'After killing Yin Xiangzhen, my Killing Momentum evolved again. I didn't expect it to make my eyes look so demonic... If Master saw me, he'd surely think I've been secretly practicing some kind of Demon Technique.'

Qing Yueqiu worried if her eyes would stay this way forever. She looked nothing like a Righteous Disciple. Instead, she resembled a Female Demon poised to unleash a bloody storm upon the Jianghu at any moment...

However, the thought of so-called "Righteous Disciples" made Qing Yueqiu recall the scenes she had witnessed in Xuanyuan Dark City.

Weren't those visitors to Xuanyuan Dark City also all Righteous Disciples?

But how could their ugly displays of unchecked desire be worthy of the term "Righteous Dao"?

And the masterminds behind Xuanyuan Dark City could only be the high-ranking figures of the Dao Sect—perhaps they were even the "Saints" worshipped in temples built by the common folk across the land.

But these Saints were using Xuanyuan Dark City to amass vast fortunes, allowing their disciples to indulge in debauchery and rampant gambling. What was the difference between them and a Demon?

If this was what it meant to be a Righteous Disciple, Qing Yueqiu felt she'd rather not be one at all.

'They're all just a bunch of insufferable hypocrites... Only Master is truly noble and untainted.'

'I'm so glad Master took me in~!'

Having witnessed the darkness outside the Cold Palace Sword Mansion, Qing Yueqiu was all the more grateful to be Pei Yuhang's disciple.

A feverish blush crept onto her cheeks, and the scarlet glow in her eyes softened.

But.

Just then, images of her master locked in a passionate, lingering embrace with that Business Saintess flashed through her mind again and again.

Decadent moans began to echo in her ears.

These were all scenes from the Illusion Technique she had seen last night. Though Qing Yueqiu tried desperately to forget, the vile images would jump into her mind the moment she thought of her master.

"Damn it! Damn it all!"

All the tenderness vanished from Qing Yueqiu's face, replaced by a savage Killing Intent unlike any she had felt before.

CRASH—

The Glazed Mirror was instantly shattered by an invisible wave of Sword Qi.

Qing Yueqiu clawed at her silver hair, muttering in a frenzy, "It's fake! It's all fake! The Illusion Technique is just tricking me!"

"Master... he wouldn't do that."

"That bastard Demon Cultivator—if I'd known, I would have dismembered him, executed him by a thousand cuts! Using an Illusion Technique that defiles Master to torment me for so long... just stabbing him to death was too easy. It's not nearly enough to quench the hatred in my heart!"

After venting her rage for a moment, Qing Yueqiu swallowed several calming and detoxifying Elixirs to steady her mind.

Then, after putting on a pair of colored contacts to hide the strange scarlet of her eyes, she used Sword Control to fly toward the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.

Master was holding his morning lesson today. She would not be late.

...

...

"Xiaohan, it's almost dawn. Stay and have breakfast with me, won't you~?"

Shang Miaoyan, smiling, wrapped her arms around Pei Yuhang's waist from behind. She reached out with her slender, jade-like fingers and caught his hand, stopping him from fastening his buttons.

In response, Pei Yuhang said just one simple sentence, and the thick-skinned Saintess, feeling a pang of shame, backed away.

"Shang Miaoyan, if you use drugs again, I won't come looking for you anymore, even if I have to endure the pain of the Divine Soul Contract's punishment."

Upon hearing the word "drugs," Shang Miaoyan lowered her head, her conscience pricked. But to protect her dignity as the Saintess of her sect, she retorted stubbornly:

"How many times do I have to tell you? I didn't use any drugs! I'm not some soft-willed woman like Ye Liyuan.

If word got out that the grand Saintess of the Yin Yang Sacred Land needed drugs to conquer a man, I'd be a laughingstock."

Shang Miaoyan then spouted a series of oaths and curses, like, "If I used drugs, I'm your little puppy," and, "If I'm lying, I'll be your slave for the rest of my life."

But Pei Yuhang couldn't be bothered with Shang Miaoyan's self-deceiving act of making "vicious" oaths that were clearly just her secret wishes.

He put on his outer coat and strode out the door.

"Xiaohan, let me have Fan Ya see you out~"

Shang Miaoyan wanted to get up and see him off herself, but her legs were as limp as noodles, and she couldn't stand. So, she could only offer to have her personal Maid do it instead.

"No need."

Pei Yuhang replied curtly, then closed the door behind him.

"Leaving again without so much as a goodbye... What a cruel man..."

Shang Miaoyan sighed softly as she watched Pei Yuhang's retreating figure.

She traced a finger over her flat, toned stomach and whispered, "Xiaohan really thinks I don't know about his little trick, using Spiritual Qi to render his essence inert... The truth is, I've known all along.

I used an Illusion Technique to trick Xiaohan again this time. I wonder if I'll get pregnant~"

"If I do get pregnant, it has to be a boy. I don't want some girl stealing Xiaohan's love from me, even if she is my own flesh and blood."

After letting her mind wander for a moment, Shang Miaoyan finally remembered she had real business to attend to.

She clapped her hands, and a graceful silhouette emerged from the shadows in the corner.

"Jiu."

"What are your orders, Holy Daughter."

Jiu prostrated herself on the ground, not daring to look up at the still-disheveled Saintess behind the gauze curtain. At the same time, she didn't want the Holy Daughter to know...

...that she was getting distracted by the lingering scent of Pei Yuhang in the bedroom.

If the Holy Daughter knew that she still harbored feelings for Pei Yuhang.

She would surely not be forgiven this time.

"What have you found out about Bei Lingyin?"

"Your Highness, everything about Bei Lingyin's history within the sect is in this dossier."

Jiu kept her head bowed, presenting a parchment dossier to the side of Shang Miaoyan's bed.

"Xiaohan wore me out. I don't have the strength. You read it to me."

Shang Miaoyan's lazy voice drifted from behind the curtain.

"...Yes."

Jiu forced herself to focus on the Scroll, trying not to look at the white robes lying to the side, stained with... moisture.

Those were the clothes Pei Yuhang had left behind... He was something of a germaphobe. Any clothes that had been tainted by the filth and scents of Shang Miaoyan's chambers, he would not wear back to the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.

He always tossed them aside here, simply discarding them.

As Jiu finished reading the contents of the Scroll, the bedroom fell silent, leaving only the crackling of the candle flame.

After a long silence, Shang Miaoyan's voice finally sounded again.

"This Bei Lingyin is interesting indeed. If we hadn't captured Chen Shishi, this dossier would have revealed nothing. Such a grand deception... It seems there's an even bigger fish in my Yin Yang Sacred Land~"

"Your Highness, should I apprehend Bei Lingyin now?"

A hint of Killing Intent crept into Jiu's hoarse voice.

"Fool. I just said there's a bigger fish. Why would you pull in the net now?"

"My apologies. I was foolish."

"That's enough. You may leave."

At her words, Jiu rose slowly, preparing to melt back into the darkness.

But just as she was about to, Shang Miaoyan's voice sounded once more.

"Wait. Take the clothes Xiaohan left behind. I can see you want them. Consider it a gift."

Jiu's eyes widened, and she immediately dropped to her knees to beg for forgiveness.

But before her knees could touch the floor, a length of silk shot out from behind the curtain, catching her and gently lifting her back to her feet.

At the same time, the silk wrapped around Pei Yuhang's white robes and delivered them into Jiu's arms.

"I told you to take them, so take them. Don't overthink it."

"...Yes."

After leaving the Saintess' Bedroom, Jiu hugged the robes in her arms and cautiously brought a fold of the fabric to her lips, sucking on it.