Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 232 230: Yueqiu, Your Master...

"Xiaoxiao, you're getting bolder and bolder. In broad daylight... I won't indulge you like this next time!"

Pei Yuhang rapped the young woman's head hard. Yu Xiaoyan cried out in pain, then playfully stuck out her little tongue.

"It's only because I trust Master's Divine Sense Domain. Master is so powerful, you can easily sense any disturbance within several kilometers. If someone were really approaching, you would have definitely known."

Seeing that Pei Yuhang was still displeased, Yu Xiaoyan wrapped her arms around his, cooing coquettishly:

"There, there, Master, don't be angry~ No one saw, did they?"

"Next time, I'll... just go inside with you. While it's thrilling to do it outdoors, it's not very comfortable with all the weeds around."

Hearing this, Pei Yuhang rapped Yu Xiaoyan's head again.

"You're already thinking about 'next time'? As your master, I can't be like this with you... Show me one master who acts so improperly and fools around with his own disciple!"

At his words, Yu Xiaoyan's confidence suddenly surged.

She proudly puffed out her Little Dao Fruit, showing off her intelligence network to her master.

"Master, that's just because you're too sheltered. It's common for masters and disciples to become Dao Companions. Everyone's used to it. Those old monsters in the Cultivation Realm are all hundreds or thousands of years old, but don't they still scout for pretty young women to take as disciples and groom them in their mansions?

For example, your old friend Chi Xiazi—I hear the child he had with his female disciple is already ten years old. And then there's Cyan River Ascendant. I hear he even became Dao Companions with his disciple's *daughter*...

A righteous master like you is a rarity. Besides, you're not even old. There's less than a two-sexagenary-cycle age gap between us. It's a perfect match~"

As Pei Yuhang listened to the gossip from Yu Xiaoyan's lips, he was profoundly shaken. He never imagined that the seniors he once visited had, one by one, failed to preserve their integrity in old age and committed such immoral acts.

'Dammit, no wonder my disciple has impure thoughts about me. It seems she's been led astray by all this gossip about the old seniors!'

Pei Yuhang looked down at his young disciple. Judging by the infatuated look on her pretty face as she gazed up at him, he knew she was a lost cause.

'Right now, Yueqiu hasn't strayed from the path yet. If I give her the proper ideological guidance, it shouldn't be too late.'

'Besides, Ji Xichan has already found a suitable mansion. It's not far from the Cold Palace Sword Mansion and has a decent concentration of Spiritual Qi. It's a good place for cultivation.'

'Once Yueqiu moves out on her own, she should be able to gradually break free from my influence.'

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"That damnable Pei Yuhang! Makes me run his errands and doesn't give me any reward! And now he wants me to deliver this deed to him? He's really treating me, Ji Xichan, like a beast of burden!"

Huffing angrily, Ji Xichan imagined the white pebble in front of her was a certain Sword Immortal, then kicked it away.

The pebble rolled across the path and came to a stop at the toes of a silver-haired young woman in white silk socks.

"A deed? Ji Xichan, are you saying Master bought another mansion?"

Qing Yueqiu, who was just passing by, hadn't intended to bother with Ji Xichan as they passed each other. But after overhearing her quiet complaints, she couldn't suppress her doubts and had to ask.

She had lived in the Cold Palace Sword Mansion ever since she came to the Xuanyuan Dao Sect. Whether he was thriving or destitute, her master had never considered moving to a different residence. Why would he suddenly buy another mansion now?

"I don't know what Pei Yuhang is thinking either. The mansion he bought isn't very large—it probably only has room for one person. Its only advantage is that it's perfect for moon-gazing at night~

Maybe Pei Yuhang plans to use it to hide a mistress?"

Ji Xichan, in her foul mood, made the sarcastic remark. In the past, if Qing Yueqiu had heard this little vixen mocking her master like that, she would have drawn her sword to settle things.

But now, all she felt was a hundred Thunder Shocking Pearls exploding in her Sea of Consciousness, and she paid no mind to what Ji Xichan said next.

'A small mansion... room for one person... Moonlight...'

'Don't tell me Master bought this mansion for me?'

'Why would Master do this? Is he trying to kick me out...? Yueqiu, what have I done wrong?'

'No... impossible!'

'Master doesn't know that I went to Xuanyuan Dark City to fight in the underground arenas. Other than that, I haven't made any other major mistakes. During morning lessons, Master even spoke to me gently. This can't be a sign that he detests me.'

'In other words, I must be overthinking things.'

'Master would never kick me out. I'm his first disciple. Even if I committed some terrible crime, a person as gentle as Master would never be so heartless...'

"Qing Yueqiu, Qing Yueqiu? Why did you suddenly space out!"

Ji Xichan waved a hand in front of Qing Yueqiu's face. When the silver-haired girl's eyes finally regained their focus, she said, "Why are you master-and-disciple pairs so strange?

Spacing out for no reason. It's true what they say: birds of a feather flock together."

After saying her piece, Ji Xichan, still sulking, prepared to go toss the deed at Pei Yuhang.

'And while I'm at it... I should have that Peng Sword Immortal feed me until I'm full. You can't just make a beast of burden work without giving it a little treat, can you?'

'Today, I'm going to squeeze out everything Pei Yuhang owes me from the past few days, all at once!'

Ji Xichan's mood heated up. Ignoring Qing Yueqiu, she quickened her pace toward Pei Yuhang's residence.

After Ji Xichan left, Qing Yueqiu walked back to her own quarters, feeling utterly dejected.

Although she had just reasoned that her master probably wouldn't kick her out, the anxiety in her heart had not dissipated for some reason.

An inner turmoil churned and swelled like an undersea current.

At that moment, Qing Yueqiu desperately wanted to return to that blood-soaked arena. The feeling of her sword tearing through flesh and blood would surely do much to alleviate her anguish.

With a bitter heart, Qing Yueqiu returned to her room. As the candlelight flickered to life, a familiar figure appeared before her.

"Sister Lingyin, you're here!"

"Yes, Yueqiu... I arrived a while ago. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Bei Lingyin looked at Qing Yueqiu, her pink lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something but was hesitating.

Qing Yueqiu could see that Bei Lingyin had something to tell her. "Don't worry, Sister Lingyin," she said. "My room is safe. There are no eavesdropping magical artifacts."

"Yueqiu, that's not what I'm worried about... I'm worried about you."

"Me?"

Qing Yueqiu was confused. 'Could what Bei Lingyin has to say be deeply connected to my own fate?'

"Sister Lingyin, don't worry. Yueqiu's Dao Heart has always been firm. Unless it has to do with Master, Yueqiu has the courage to face even the most earth-shattering news with composure."

Bei Lingyin's expression looked a little strange.

"What I have to say... does indeed concern your master. Forget it, it's better if you see for yourself.

Yueqiu, promise me you'll stay calm after you watch this."

With that, she took out a Memory Stone.

As Spiritual Qi was channeled into it, even before the image was projected, waves of lewd sounds reached Qing Yueqiu's ears.

Qing Yueqiu's pretty face flushed with embarrassment. She recognized that voice... it was her junior sister's.

'What is going on? Why would Sister Lingyin spy on my junior sister's private affairs? Do Yin Yang Dao Female Cultivators have this kind of fetish?'

Qing Yueqiu thought Bei Lingyin had played the wrong one and took a small sip of tea to hide her awkwardness.

But soon, as the Memory Stone projected its recorded image, Qing Yueqiu's crimson eyes froze. The teacup in her hand slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor, shattering with a crisp CRACK.

The young woman paid no mind to her soaked skirt. She just stared blankly at the erotic scene playing from the Memory Stone—or more accurately, at one of the familiar figures within it—frozen in place like a soulless statue.