novelraw Chapter 233 231: Master, If Only It Were Always Just the 2 of Us Here
Chapter 233 231: Master, If Only It Were Always Just the 2 of Us Here
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—
Hearing a knock on the door, Ye Liyuan, who was tidying the room, quickly called out, "Coming!"
CREAK—
Ye Liyuan pushed the door open, her eyes immediately drawn to a shock of beautiful silver hair shimmering in the sunlight.
But the girl beneath the silver hair was deathly pale, her face devoid of color. Though she was in the prime of her youth, she gave Ye Liyuan the sorrowful impression of a wilting flower.
"Oh my, Yueqiu, are you terribly ill? I have all sorts of Elixirs from your master here. Hurry and take a few!"
"..."
Qing Yueqiu didn't answer her master's wife's words of concern. Her dim red eyes swept past Ye Liyuan, as if searching the courtyard for someone.
"Are you looking for your master? He just went out with Sister Ji. Apparently, something went wrong with her cultivation, so your master took her to the Cold Spring to heal."
Seeing that Qing Yueqiu's Essence, Qi, and Spirit were like withered grass in a cold wind, as if she might collapse at any moment, Ye Liyuan assumed she urgently needed to find Ah Han and quickly told the girl what she knew.
Having learned of Pei Yuhang's whereabouts from Ye Liyuan, Qing Yueqiu's bloodless lips parted, and she finally spoke.
"Thank you, Madam Ye... Yueqiu isn't sick. There's just something on my mind, and I must find Master and demand an explanation."
Qing Yueqiu looked up, giving her somewhat dazed master's wife a long, hard look before turning and heading in the direction of the Cold Spring.
'It seems Madam Ye doesn't know about Master's "good deeds"... Looks like he's been hiding it from me, and from her too.'
For a fleeting moment, Qing Yueqiu truly wanted to make Ye Liyuan feel the same pain and sorrow that was tearing her apart.
But in the end, she abandoned the thought.
'Everything... can wait until I find Master. I have to demand an explanation from that man!'
RUSTLE RUSTLE RUSTLE~~
The faint sound of footsteps emerged from the shadows of the nearby bamboo grove.
Soon, Bei Lingyin's figure appeared at Qing Yueqiu's side.
"That scumbag, Pei Yuhang, is messing around with the personal disciple of the Daoist Sect's Saint Son right now~
I heard your relationship with that Ji Xichan is the worst of all, Yueqiu. You've clashed plenty of times before, but Pei Yuhang never threw her out. Instead, he let that bitch stay in the mansion just to spite you. Looks like this illicit affair has been going on for a long time.
Yueqiu, after all this, do you still have a place for him in your heart?"
VMMMM—!!
A cold point of light hovered before Bei Lingyin's snow-white neck. The decorative contacts in Qing Yueqiu's eyes shattered from the surge of Spiritual Qi, revealing the crimson red beneath.
"Sister Lingyin, I respect you as a senior of my clan, which is why I call you 'Sister.'"
"But do not speak such slander against my master again!"
Bei Lingyin raised a finger to her lips, signaling that she would say no more.
Qing Yueqiu snorted coldly before sheathing her Luminous Shadow Sword.
"Master... even if he has developed feelings for a junior sister, I believe he is no lustful, promiscuous man. Even if that Ji Xichan shamelessly throws herself at him, I believe Master will not be swayed."
"As for what's going on between Master and her, I will go to him and demand an explanation myself!"
The silver-haired girl arrived at the cellar chamber that led to the Cold Spring. After a moment's hesitation, she sliced through the massive cold-iron chain with her sword and stepped inside.
"Master, forgive Yueqiu for her impertinence..."
When Bei Lingyin saw Qing Yueqiu enter, she certainly wasn't going to miss a drama-of-the-year contender like a master and disciple turning on each other!
"Little Yueqiu, wait for me! If you rush in recklessly, that scumbag Pei Yuhang will definitely spot you. Let your big sister here use a Secret Technique to hide your presence and help you catch the cheaters~"
...
...
The Cold Spring Secret Chamber was filled with the heady fragrance of blooming photinia flowers.
Ji Xichan cupped the clear spring water in her delicate hands, pouring it over Pei Yuhang's body to wash the lipstick marks from his collarbone.
"Peng Sword Immortal, this little hickey isn't from me. Who were you with before I got here?"
"You're such a player. But the bigger the player, the more I like it~ Watching a prim and proper Sword Immortal like you gradually get used to sinking into the Abyss of depravity gives me such a sense of accomplishment."
Ji Xichan reached out a delicate finger to playfully stroke Pei Yuhang's chin, only for him to slap her hand away.
"Ji Xichan, if you keep spouting nonsense, don't blame me for disciplining you!"
Hearing the word "disciplining," countless wicked, embarrassing memories flooded Ji Xichan's mind. Her pretty face flushed as she retorted stubbornly:
"If you want to spank my ass, just say it. Why hide behind the word 'disciplining'? You're shameless!"
"I wonder if Sister Ye knows about this perverted fetish of yours. Only I, Ji Xichan, would indulge such a shameless request. If Sister Ye knew you were into this, she would've left you ages ago!"
At that, Pei Yuhang said angrily, "You little demoness, don't you dare slander the sincere love between Liyuan and me!"
"What, did I say something wrong? Don't tell me Sister Ye actually lets you spank her ass?"
In fact, Ji Xichan wasn't wrong. Pei Yuhang really hadn't disciplined Liyuan's rear end much... After all, Fairy Ye was far too sensitive.
If he were to discipline her like that, it would be too stimulating; she'd probably finish in an instant.
When Ji Xichan saw Pei Yuhang fall silent, she knew she'd hit a nerve.
The little demoness flashed a triumphant smile and grew even bolder.
"Hahaha~ Pei Yuhang, you're a total player! Stop pretending to be so prim and proper!"
With that, Ji Xichan lunged at Pei Yuhang, determined to force the player out from behind his hypocritical facade.
Naturally, Pei Yuhang wasn't going to indulge her. The little demoness had gone too far with her taunts; he had to teach her a lesson.
Pei Yuhang flung out a wave of Spiritual Qi, catching Ji Xichan off guard and sending her flying.
He had no intention of actually hurting the little demoness, however—it was just a small lesson. He assumed she would use her Spiritual Qi in midair to soften the impact.
But when he saw her head was about to smash against a rock and she still hadn't moved, Pei Yuhang couldn't help but worry.
'Did I knock the little demoness out...? After all, she collapsed from exhaustion during our dual cultivation just now. It wouldn't be surprising if I knocked her unconscious so easily in her weakened state.'
In the end, Pei Yuhang still dashed forward, catching the girl's soft, light body just before she hit the ground.
"Are you all..."
Before Pei Yuhang could finish his concerned question, Ji Xichan's tightly shut eyes snapped open, a cunning glint flashing within them.
She cut him off, pushing him backward into the clear spring water.
"Peng Sword Immortal, if you want to teach me a lesson, you'll have to show me with your actions~"
The little demoness whispered, blowing softly against Pei Yuhang's ear.
"You..."
A fire of desire was stoked in Pei Yuhang as well. He flipped her over, taking control and earning a melodious peal of laughter from the girl.
Outside, a silver-haired girl listened as the joyous laughter from within the chamber slowly faded into the kind of low, soft moans that made one's blood race. The hand she had raised to push open the door froze, as if carved from stone.
"Yueqiu, are you just going to let that shameless couple bathe together in there?"
Bei Lingyin stepped forward, her voice laced with frustration at the girl's inaction. But then she saw the tear tracks, already dried, on Yueqiu's face.
"...Let's go back."
"I want Master... to come find me and explain himself."
Qing Yueqiu removed a jade hairpin carved with a small crescent moon from her hair. In an instant, her neatly arranged silver hair cascaded down to her waist.
It was a gift from Pei Yuhang, given to her on the first New Year after he had taken her as his disciple.
That year, there had been only the two of them, master and disciple, in the entire Cold Palace Sword Mansion.
'If only... things could have stayed that way, with just the two of them.'
With that thought, Qing Yueqiu placed the crescent moon hairpin on the ground. Then, as Ji Xichan's cries from behind the door grew ever more wanton, she turned and silently walked away.