Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 269 267: Perverted Sword Immortal Bullies the Bashful Little Devil

"Pei Yuhang!"

Hearing his incredibly audacious remark, Ji Xichan's beautiful eyes, usually as cold as frost, were now filled with shame and anger. A hint of panic flickered in their depths, betraying none of the dignity and composure expected of a Divinity Transformation Stage expert.

The young woman's pretty face instantly flushed a deep crimson, as if a single touch would draw blood. She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling slightly as she forced herself to appear calm.

"Y-You, what nonsense are you spouting! Who would make that kind of bet with you!"

Pei Yuhang, however, paid no mind to Ji Xichan's shame and anger. He remained as unruffled as a calm cloud or a light breeze, as if his previous words had just been a casual comment.

But as his gaze, tinged with mockery and disdain, swept over Ji Xichan, it inexplicably ignited a fierce competitive streak within her. She puffed out her chest, aiming her impressive fairy-like assets at him as if she were terrified he would look down on her!

But Pei Yuhang saw right through her forced composure. The corner of his mouth curled into a barely perceptible smile. "What? The great Immortal Ji of the Divinity Transformation Stage doesn't even have this much courage?

"Or perhaps... you're scared?"

After speaking, he shook his head lightly and let out a meaningful sigh, as if mocking her cowardice.

And just like that, the tables had turned.

Before she faced her Celestial Tribulation, it had been Ji Xichan who took the lead in teasing Pei Yuhang. Yet now, after she had successfully passed the tribulation and grown stronger, she was the one being teased by him so relentlessly she couldn't even lift her head.

How could the great Miss Ji endure such humiliation from a shameless Sword Immortal?

His attitude made her grind her teeth in fury. Her chest heaved, and her breathing grew ragged.

A flash of anger sparked in the young woman's eyes, yet it was mingled with an indescribable sense of shame.

Clearly, she still retained some basic sense. From that earlier sword strike of Pei Yuhang's—a move so fast she couldn't even perceive its speed—she knew that realm aside, a vast gap still separated her from this White-clothed Sword Cultivator, this so-called Sword Immortal.

In a direct confrontation, she would surely lose. The only result would be her fairy-like backside suffering an undeserved calamity, allowing Sword Immortal Pei to take advantage of her for free.

But even knowing she was no match for him, Ji Xichan had been fiercely competitive her entire life. How could she ever admit defeat aloud and lose her own momentum?

The young woman lunged forward, pointing a finger right at Pei Yuhang's nose. Her voice rose an octave. "Pei Yuhang! Don't you think I wouldn't dare! I just... I just think a bet like that is completely meaningless! It's... It's utterly ridiculous!"

Suddenly, a cunning glint flashed in Ji Xichan's eyes. It seemed she had thought of a "brilliant idea" to crush Pei Yuhang's arrogant demeanor.

Her lips curved into a derisive smirk, and her tone dripped with provocation. "A perverted bet like that... I bet only that silver-haired, lovesick head disciple of yours would jump for joy and agree to it!

"I'm not nearly as... shameless as she is!"

Pei Yuhang had been enjoying the spectacle, appreciating the sight of this flustered little demoness. But when he heard her dare to insult his treasured head disciple, his expression turned grim.

His eyes, which had been watching her as if she were a joke, suddenly turned ice-cold. It was as if a frost had descended, freezing the very air around them.

He slowly lifted his head, his gaze as sharp as a blade, piercing right through Ji Xichan. His usually gentle voice now carried an authority that permitted no doubt.

"Ji Xichan, you seem to have one thing wrong."

"If I want to bully you—to punish your backside—I can do it without needing any bet."

As he spoke, Pei Yuhang took a step forward, closing the distance to Ji Xichan.

Ji Xichan had rarely seen Pei Yuhang act so domineeringly. Her heart hammered in her chest, threatening to leap out. And inexplicably... she felt a small thrill of anticipation?

Once the young woman realized this, her ears flushed a deep red, and a faint pink blush crept down her neck. 'I'm truly hopeless!' she thought.

'How could I have this kind of fetish for being dominated?'

'Damn it... Doesn't that make me a pervert, just like Qing Yueqiu, who's in love with her own master?'

'No, I'm not a pervert! I am not a pervert!'

'It's all Pei Yuhang's fault! That massive pervert has corrupted me! He's made the heart of this pure Little Fairy so tainted...'

Ji Xichan pressed her rosy lips together and yelled at the menacing Pei Yuhang:

"You perverted Sword Immortal! You giant pervert! What do you think you're doing? Are you going to bully your junior?!"

Although her defiant voice was loud, it carried an imperceptible tremor, revealing that she was not nearly as calm as she appeared on the surface.

Pei Yuhang, however, saw right through her. He knew that while her words said no, her body was saying yes. That being the case, why should he hold back with this repressed little demoness?

"So what if I bully you?"

As he spoke, Pei Yuhang raised his scabbard and swatted Ji Xichan's rear. A crisp SMACK echoed through the clouds, as if the very air trembled from the blow.

Fortunately, due to the aftermath of the tribulation, no other Cultivators were passing by. Otherwise, hearing that sound might have given them some unhealthy ideas.

After all, in the Cultivation Realm, there was a term known as a "cloudquake"!

"Ah—Pei Yuhang, how dare you!"

Caught completely off guard, Ji Xichan cried out in pain, her voice laced with shame and fury. Her pretty face instantly flushed crimson, and her eyes flashed with panic and rage.

"And why wouldn't I?"

With that, Pei Yuhang flicked his wrist, and the scabbard rose again, striking her without a hint of mercy.

"You bastard!"

Ji Xichan's voice trembled, and her eyes glistened with tears—not from pain, but from humiliation.

'I clearly caught up to Pei Yuhang's Cultivation. I became a Divinity Transformation Cultivator, so why? Why am I still being humiliated like this?!'

The young woman's Dao Heart trembled. Her eyes were shimmering pools, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall. She grit her teeth, her voice taking on a threatening tone.

"Pei Yuhang, if you keep bullying me like this, aren't you afraid I'll go tell my master and have him punish you?"

Pei Yuhang just sneered at her words. "Chen Tiansheng? Punish me? If he knew what his shameless disciple had been up to, he'd probably be on his knees begging me to forgive you and keep it from getting back to the Sect!"

Pei Yuhang's words were like a sharp blade piercing straight through Ji Xichan's heart.

Panic and guilt flickered in the young woman's eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but the memory of the absurd, crazy things she had done as if possessed rendered her speechless with guilt.

Seeing her reaction, Pei Yuhang's anger flared, and he struck her again.

SMACK—!

The crisp sound echoed once more. Ji Xichan's body trembled slightly, her cry of pain mingling with a suppressed sob. Her eyes filled with humiliation and hurt.

Pei Yuhang, however, seemed completely oblivious to her reaction. The scabbard in his hand rose again as he began striking her from both sides, first from the left, then a backhand from the right.

His movements were clean and efficient, with no wasted motion. To Pei Yuhang, this was merely disciplining a naughty child. The harder he struck, the more it would help said naughty child wake up and see the error of her ways.

"Y-You've gone too far!"

The young woman's fair neck was already slick with sweat, but Pei Yuhang paid it no mind. His alternating strikes only grew faster!

"Eeep..."

Powerless to resist the cruel torture of the wicked Sword Immortal Pei, Ji Xichan could only close her beautiful eyes and adjust herself into a more comfortable position, ensuring the blows wouldn't hurt quite so much.

'And strangely, after enduring so many strikes, I no longer find it an entirely painful experience. I even feel like it invigorates my circulation; an occasional swat seems to make my body feel much lighter.'

'I have a feeling... this is developing in a very bad direction.'

'Hmph. If I do turn into something weird, it'll be Sword Immortal Pei's fault. In any case, I'll just have to make him take responsibility for me then!'

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After Sword Immortal Pei subdued the little demoness and returned triumphantly to the Cold Palace Sword Mansion, he was met by his Dao Companion, who walked over excitedly.

"Oh, Ah Han, you're back~! Hmm? Where did Miss Ji go? Didn't she come back with you?"

Ye Liyuan blinked her large, innocent eyes. Her gaze darted past Pei Yuhang's shoulder, scanning the area behind him, but she didn't see the familiar figure and was a little confused.

"Ji Xichan... Her clothes got dirty, so she went to bathe."

Pei Yuhang thought of the young woman whose dress had remained spotless through a Celestial Tribulation, only to become soaked through after a little "discipline" from him. He almost failed to keep a straight face.

"Her clothes got dirty?"

"Well, it was a Celestial Tribulation. You get wind, rain, and lightning. It's normal to get a little disheveled. Plus, Ji Xichan is shy and was too embarrassed to show her face, so she insisted on going to freshen up."

Pei Yuhang shrugged, spread his hands, and explained without batting an eye.

Ye Liyuan listened, then couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand and chuckle. "I see. Miss Ji really is particular about her appearance."

"Mm... She is rather vain."

Meanwhile, the vanquished Ji Xichan had returned to her private chambers.

Flickering candlelight illuminated her delicate face, which was still tinged with shame and irritation.

The ever-proud Miss Ji had no idea that Pei Yuhang was currently bad-mouthing her to Fairy Ye.

She was clutching the dress she had just changed out of, her fingertips tightening as if to wring every last drop of moisture from the sodden fabric.

The shameful scene of her "punishment" replayed endlessly in her mind, impossible to banish.

Her face was scarlet, and a faint blush even colored her long, swan-like neck, making her look as if she were steaming from a sauna.

"Bastard... I told him to stop, but he just had to keep going!"

She muttered under her breath, her voice laced with the sound of gritted teeth. But the reddened tips of her ears betrayed her true feelings, proving she didn't hate it nearly as much as she claimed.

"That giant pervert of a Sword Immortal who likes to spank people!"

The young woman stomped her foot, her heart a mix of shame, anger, and even a little bit of hurt.

"Why is Pei Yuhang so strong? I can never get the upper hand with him!"

"Damn it! Sooner or later, I'll completely surpass you in strength! When that day comes, I'll tie you up, lock you in a secret room, and go over to spank your ass every single day!"

After blurting this out in a fit of pique, Ji Xichan froze. Her eyes widened slightly as she came to her senses and realized just how perverted her own words had sounded.

Her cheeks burned even redder, as if scalded by her own words. She hastily covered her face with her hands, leaving only her shimmering, watery eyes exposed, glinting with a complex mix of emotions.