Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 230 - 228: Yueqiu, Beat Me, and I'll Grant You 1 Request

"Yueqiu, you're the first one here today."

Pei Yuhang looked at his first disciple, who had arrived so early, and a gentle smile graced his face.

Qing Yueqiu nodded and greeted Pei Yuhang.

"Master, you were very considerate of me the past two days after I was late. Of course, I couldn't be late again."

After speaking, Qing Yueqiu looked at her master, seeming to want to say something but hesitating.

She desperately wanted to ask her master why he had left the Cold Palace Sword Mansion last night and gone to the Yin Yang Sacred Land's Special Envoy's Office.

But... Qing Yueqiu couldn't figure out how to bring up the question.

Besides, she had a strange, bad feeling. She felt that if she said it out loud, the current harmonious peace between master and disciple would be gone forever.

"Yueqiu, I can see your aura is more condensed. Your Cultivation must have improved recently."

"That girl Xiaoxiao has probably overslept again, so we might have to wait a while. How about I test the level of your Sword Dao right now?"

"We'll both seal our Magic and compete only in Swordsmanship using Cultivation of the same level. If your sword can even touch the corner of my robes, you win. How about it?"

Pei Yuhang's voice broke the young woman's train of thought.

Since her master wanted to test her Swordsmanship, she naturally wouldn't refuse.

She nodded lightly, took the training Bamboo Sword from Pei Yuhang's hand, and then said to him, "Master, then please forgive my impudence."

"Just come at me. We're all family here, no need to be so polite."

'A family?'

A smile appeared on Qing Yueqiu's lips. She couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart, but it was warm and very reassuring.

"Then, Master, here I come!"

She tightened her grip on the Bamboo Sword. In the next instant, the air hummed, and the green Bamboo Sword thrust toward Pei Yuhang's face in a flash.

"Very fast, and a clean strike. I was originally worried your practical combat experience might be lacking, Yueqiu. It seems my concerns were unfounded."

Pei Yuhang blocked with his Bamboo Sword in one hand. As bamboo splinters flew, he didn't forget to point out his disciple's strengths and weaknesses.

"Yueqiu, a sword should be as fast as possible, of course, but a fast sword without technique will only fall into the opponent's trap. Like this."

The Bamboo Sword in Pei Yuhang's hand suddenly changed its move, striking heavily against Qing Yueqiu's wrist.

Qing Yueqiu's delicate wrist instantly turned bright red from the blow. She sucked in a sharp breath and was just about to pull her sword back to retreat.

Pei Yuhang's purely defensive Swordsmanship switched to offense. His blade became a blur of afterimages, leaving Qing Yueqiu, who hadn't had a chance to catch her breath, struggling to keep up.

As Qing Yueqiu watched Pei Yuhang press her relentlessly, a scene from yesterday's Illusion Realm suddenly flashed in her mind.

It was the scene of her master inviting her over after his tryst with the Business Saintess...

SNAP!

The young woman suddenly felt a sharp pain in her fingers, pulling her wandering thoughts back to the present.

The Bamboo Sword had been knocked from her hand, and Pei Yuhang's stern voice reached her ears.

"Yueqiu, your Cultivation has improved, but the purity of your Swordsmanship has declined. Is this the best you can do now? How dare you let your mind wander during a duel?"

WHOOSH—

A point of green light rushed toward her, bringing a gust of wind that blew back strands of her silver hair before stopping right in front of her face.

TAP—

Pei Yuhang tapped the space between Qing Yueqiu's eyebrows with the Bamboo Sword and said with a slow smile, "You lose."

Qing Yueqiu was silent for a moment, then she suddenly looked up.

"Master, let's have another round. If I win, will you answer a question for me?"

"Of course."

Pei Yuhang tossed a new Bamboo Sword into Qing Yueqiu's hand.

Qing Yueqiu caught the Bamboo Sword, a determined look flashing in her eyes.

'Just now, that disgraceful image of Master flashed through my mind again.'

This time, she had to ask Pei Yuhang the question on her mind, even if it meant exposing the fact that she had gone to Xuanyuan Dark City to fight for her life!

'Master, why did you go to a place like that last night... Or rather, who did you go to see?!'

Qing Yueqiu took a deep breath. As the Power of Killing Momentum gradually spread through her limbs, the Bamboo Sword in her hand, enhanced by Spiritual Qi, took on a dangerous, pale red luster.

Seeing this, Pei Yuhang felt a little puzzled. Why did his disciple suddenly feel somewhat unfamiliar?

'And this dense, murderous Spiritual Qi... have I ever taught Yueqiu this kind of Swordsmanship?'

Although the Forgetfulness Sword Dao that Yueqiu cultivated had a path of "achieving forgetfulness through killing," that path could only be comprehended by a Celestial Killer Lone Star who harbored great hatred.

Pei Yuhang believed he had given Qing Yueqiu a warm home. 'How did it come to this...?'

Spurred on by the Killing Momentum, Qing Yueqiu felt as if she had returned to that raucous, blood-soaked fighting arena. She looked at Pei Yuhang, her voice hoarse.

"Master, I'm going all out now."

The next moment, dust and smoke exploded as the sword in Qing Yueqiu's hand, brimming with fierce and vicious intent, came chopping down!

"What ferocious Swordsmanship!"

A hint of seriousness finally appeared in Pei Yuhang's eyes. He raised his hand to block her sword, intending to deflect the great force with a small one and parry the young woman's ferocious Bamboo Sword.

Unexpectedly, Qing Yueqiu twisted her ankle sharply. With a jarring CRACK, she forcefully retracted the downward chop, changing it into a full-moon swing aimed at Pei Yuhang's chest.

"Yueqiu, are you sure you want to fight using a style that injures your own body?"

After blocking the strike, Pei Yuhang looked at the blood seeping from Qing Yueqiu's ankle and asked, his voice tinged with distress.

"Master, I have to win this time, no matter what!"

Qing Yueqiu struck out swiftly again, thrusting at Pei Yuhang in relentless pursuit.

In her Killing Momentum state, her five senses and physical condition had improved dramatically. She abandoned flashy Sword Techniques, relying only on primal instinct, and actually managed to keep up with Pei Yuhang's Swordsmanship, avoiding being suppressed for a time.

BANG!!

BANG!

Unable to withstand the violent force, the Bamboo Swords exploded into countless splinters.

Qing Yueqiu retreated a few steps, picked up another new Bamboo Sword, and continued to fight.

However, while Killing Momentum greatly enhanced her physical attributes, it was not without side effects on her body. Blood gradually began to seep from Qing Yueqiu's skin, staining her dress red.

Pei Yuhang, unaware of the existence of Killing Momentum, only thought Qing Yueqiu was suffering from some internal injury. After knocking the Bamboo Sword from her hand once more, he said in a cold voice:

"Enough! I was just testing your skill level. Why are you fighting so desperately?"

Pei Yuhang supported Qing Yueqiu's somewhat exhausted body and placed a Nourishing Essence Pill between her parted lips to help her recover her strength.

Under Pei Yuhang's stern gaze, Qing Yueqiu gradually broke free from the influence of her Killing Momentum.

She lowered her head and said hesitantly, "I just wanted Master to answer a question for me."

Hearing this, Pei Yuhang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You're my disciple. If you have a question, just ask. You think I would hide things from you?"

"Then, then Master, last night you..."

"Senior Sister! What are you doing in Master's arms?"

The late Yu Xiaoyan finally arrived at Pei Yuhang's morning lesson just as the bell rang. The very first thing she saw was her Senior Sister lying weakly in their master's arms. Her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but scold her.