Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 235 - 233: Whether Master Accepts It or Not, We Can't Go Back

"Yueqiu…"

Pei Yuhang listened as his disciple enumerated his romantic sins, a look of pain flashing across his face.

"You… Stop talking."

"Master isn't denying it. Does that mean Yueqiu was right about everything?"

Qing Yueqiu stepped forward and took out a handkerchief, dabbing at the front of Pei Yuhang's robes where the tea had just spilled.

"Master is such a philanderer. You can't keep your hands off any beauty near you. You have to sneak them all into your collection behind the Mistress's back."

"It's not like that… I didn't want this either."

The shame and guilt in Pei Yuhang's heart were overwhelming. He felt he was no longer worthy of being Qing Yueqiu's master.

Qing Yueqiu looked up and asked, "So what you mean, Master, is that you were forced?"

"Were you threatened by power and wealth, forced to sell your body? Or is it that… as long as someone offers a treasure, they can buy a night of passion with you, the great Sword Immortal?"

Qing Yueqiu slowly took Pei Yuhang's hand, sliding her fingers between her master's to interlace them.

"Don't… We're master and disciple. We can't do this!"

Pei Yuhang tried to pull his hand away, but the young woman's fingers were clamped tightly around his, and he couldn't break free in the slightest.

Qing Yueqiu felt his resistance and found it exceptionally ironic. She gave a wretched laugh as tears welled in her eyes.

"We're master and disciple? Then are you and Xiaoxiao not master and disciple? She can, but I can't?!

I was here first! I was the one who met you first!"

Qing Yueqiu grabbed Pei Yuhang's collar. The sense of grievance in her heart was like a bursting dam, impossible to suppress any longer, and she poured out all her resentment toward him.

"Why? Did Yueqiu do something wrong? Why do you want to kick me out?"

"The Cold Palace Sword Mansion… it's supposed to be my home with you, Master! I lived with you for decades… and now you want to drive me away.

After I'm gone, you won't have to pretend to be an upstanding, gentlemanly master anymore. You can just enjoy your life surrounded by a harem of beauties, is that it?!"

The silver-haired girl buried her head in Pei Yuhang's chest, sobbing loudly. When she fought Demon Beasts, she wouldn't shed a single tear even if her wounds were deep enough to show bone. But now, in Pei Yuhang's arms, she cried a river of tears that soaked his white robes.

Pei Yuhang's head was buzzing. He hadn't expected that word of him arranging a separate residence for Qing Yueqiu had gotten out.

Even more so, he hadn't imagined that Qing Yueqiu would get the wrong idea, thinking he was kicking her out of the Cold Palace Sword Mansion to satisfy the greed of the Crystal Palace.

He shook his head and gave a bitter smile. "Yueqiu, you've misunderstood. It's not like that. Can you give your master a chance to explain?"

Qing Yueqiu lifted her slightly swollen, red-rimmed eyes. The bloody glint in them sent an inexplicable chill through Pei Yuhang's heart.

"Master, from now on, Yueqiu will never again believe a word anyone says."

"Words are only for deception. Actions are the only truth."

"Perhaps you don't want to drive me from this home because you hate me, but… the result is still that after I leave, this mansion will be filled with women who have slept with you.

In the future, even more disreputable women will come here, defiling this land of white snow that holds countless beautiful memories for me and you."

"This is my home with you, Master! On what grounds? On what grounds should I be the one to leave and let those sluts in to trample the white snow and defile the master I love and cherish—the master I only ever dared to admire from afar, never to profane!"

Qing Yueqiu loudly voiced the repression in her heart. The sheer weight of her emotions made it difficult for Pei Yuhang to breathe, as if a giant boulder had materialized and was pressing down on his Heart Lake.

'So… so this is what Yueqiu has been thinking all this time?'

Qing Yueqiu looked down at the stunned Pei Yuhang. Her throat bobbed along her swan-like, snow-white neck. She couldn't help but reach out to stroke his cheek, a morbid flush rising to her own.

"Master, you're so incredibly handsome. Just looking at you makes Yueqiu's heart itch~"

As she spoke, her fingertips slid down from his face and hooked onto the button at his collar.

"Is this how those other women look at you, Master? Do they also undo your buttons one by one like this, and make you dirty?

Let Yueqiu wash you clean. I want to wash away the scent of those bad women. My scent is the only one you need on your body, Master."

Pei Yuhang felt his robes being roughly unfastened and finally snapped out of the stupor brought on by his disciple's overwhelming emotions.

"Stop! Qing Yueqiu, I command you to stop in my capacity as your master!"

Pei Yuhang's voice grew stern, yet it was laced with a hint of pleading. He hoped Yueqiu would change back into the obedient and sensible head disciple she once was.

But Qing Yueqiu ignored his command, an infatuated smile on her face as she continued to undo the buttons.

"Master, Yueqiu doesn't want to be a disciple who can only follow behind you. And you don't need to keep putting on the act of an upstanding gentleman in front of me.

Don't be so reserved, Master. You raised me to be beautiful, didn't you? When I walk outside, I can feel the faint, covetous, and lecherous gazes of those disgusting men… If I could, I'd love to gouge out their filthy eyes.

But as for you, Master, you can look at Yueqiu however you want. And not just look… Yueqiu can be yours to command. A toy, a Cauldron Slave, anything is fine, as long as it brings me closer to you!"

Qing Yueqiu tore open her own fine robes, her breath coming in heavy, hot gasps as she pressed herself against Pei Yuhang.

"Enough! Stop this nonsense!"

"Can you stop humiliating yourself like this! I rescued you on that snowy night and raised you to be a great talent. Did I do all that just to see you act so despicably today?!"

A look of pain flashed in Pei Yuhang's eyes. He raised his hand to strike Qing Yueqiu's face… but halfway there, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he used the back of his hand to knock her graceful, slender body aside, then stood up.

"Yueqiu, things aren't as extreme as you think. It's not that I don't care about you. It's that… I care about you too much. After Liyuan, you are the person I cherish most in this world.

That's precisely why I don't want to hurt you."

"Yueqiu, can we go back to how we were before? Please?"

Pei Yuhang extended a hand to the silver-haired girl, who was kneeling on the floor in a state of dishevelment. His heart was bitter, but he still held out hope for Qing Yueqiu, wishing that her earlier words were merely spoken in a moment of impulse.

Under his hopeful gaze, anticipating their reconciliation, Qing Yueqiu slowly raised her own hand.

SMACK—

That slender, pale, jade-like hand slapped Pei Yuhang's away, stunning him.

"Heh, Master… you're so naive. You still think you can make me obey with the old rules?

Sorry, but your cute, obedient head disciple no longer exists."

"We can never go back."

Whether it was a trick of the light or not, Pei Yuhang felt that Qing Yueqiu's eyes had grown even redder, like drops of blood that made one's heart tremble.