Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 295 293: Qing Yueqiu: Please, Master, Don't Look...

"Scum... Scumbag..."

Pei Yuhang looked at the Little Sword Spirit before him, momentarily at a loss for words. A flash of shock and embarrassment crossed his eyes.

Luminous sat in mid-air with her legs crossed, her jade-white toes twitching slightly, as if expressing her displeasure with Pei Yuhang.

She tilted her delicate chin up slightly, as if scrutinizing Pei Yuhang's every expression.

"What, you don't think you're a scumbag? Although I hadn't awakened before, I still had some ability to perceive the outside world, you know.

Every time Yueqiu let me take a Moonlight bath, she would tell me all about you... It's hard to imagine just how many women you've been involved with.

One day, Yueqiu would be saying you went bathing with your junior martial sister, the next that you spent the night at some other sect's Saintess's place, or even that you went to accompany a certain Elder...

With a disciple like you, the Dao Sect is truly on the decline."

Luminous's voice was sharp. Pei Yuhang opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but found he had nothing to say.

Because he... really did sound too outrageous.

Finally, Pei Yuhang could only lower his head and say, "I'm sorry, Luminous. I have indeed let Yueqiu down."

"So when are you planning to marry her?"

Luminous's voice suddenly rang out. Her tone was still cold, but now carried an aggressive edge.

"I plan to... Wait, what did you just ask me?"

Pei Yuhang snapped his head up, his eyes filled with shock. His brow furrowed slightly, as if he suspected he had misheard.

His gaze was fixed on Luminous, trying to find any sign that the Little Sword Spirit was joking.

Luminous blinked, her voice still chilly, her tone tinged with impatience.

"I'm asking when you're going to marry my master! You're such a scumbag, you've hurt her so much, yet Master is unwilling to leave you. It means she's been 'poisoned' too deeply. It's already become a Heart Demon, an obsession. In a situation like this, it'll be difficult to clean up this mess if you don't marry her."

As she spoke, she pointed a finger straight at Pei Yuhang. A cold glint of Sword Qi flickered on its tip, as if warning him not to run from the question.

"If you obstruct my master's path to eternal life, you'll be the greatest of sinners!"

"..."

'Is... is a Sword Spirit trying to force me into marriage?'

'Didn't she just call me a scumbag with a look of disgust on her face? Why is she suddenly trying to force a marriage... Her logic is all over the place.'

Pei Yuhang rubbed his brow and looked at Luminous, speechless. "You're a Sword Spirit. Human affairs are a bit too complicated for you. Things aren't as simple as you think."

Luminous nodded slightly at his words.

"What, is Yueqiu not pretty?"

"Of course not. Yueqiu is very beautiful..."

Pei Yuhang answered subconsciously, a trace of gentleness in his voice, but he immediately shook his head, trying to get the conversation back on track.

"Is it because Yueqiu doesn't have a good figure?"

"That's not it, either..."

Pei Yuhang's voice held a note of resignation. He seemed unable to fend off Luminous's persistent questions.

'Why is this Sword Spirit such a gossip? Has she been asleep so long that she's lonely and bored, just like a human? As the first person to talk to Luminous in who knows how many centuries, this is exhausting. I'm here to discuss something with Yueqiu, not to gossip with her Sword Spirit!'

"Then do you hate Yueqiu? You don't like her?"

"Of course not! I like her, but not in a romantic way... We're master and disciple, we're family. We're just not lovers."

Pei Yuhang's voice suddenly rose, his patience with Luminous's questions worn thin.

He raised his head, his gaze heavy as he looked at Luminous. His voice was low, laced with a suppressed emotion. "Luminous, can you tell me now where Yueqiu went?"

"I can't tell you, or Yueqiu will be angry with me. You never share your sordid, lecherous secrets with her, so naturally, she has secrets she hides from you."

"Surely you don't expect Yueqiu to have no secrets from you? Like you said, you're just her master~"

The corners of Luminous's mouth lifted slightly, leaving Pei Yuhang stunned and unable to argue.

"However, there is actually one thing right now where Yueqiu needs your help. It's something she can't tell an outsider herself, but I can~"

Just as Pei Yuhang was feeling utterly discouraged, Luminous spoke again.

Pei Yuhang's body jolted, and his head, which had been hanging low, snapped up.

He held his breath and focused his mind, sensing that what she was about to say was likely related to Yueqiu's strange behavior since returning from the Kunlun Mountain Secret Realm.

...

...

Qing Yueqiu emerged from the bustling Xuanyuan City. She raced all the way back, silently returning to the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.

The Sword Mansion was serene and solitary, as if isolated from the world. Though the wind was cold and bleak, it gave the young woman the comforting feeling of being home.

Qing Yueqiu didn't linger, instead heading straight for the mountain behind the mansion.

After a night of slaughter, her white robes were already soaked through with blood. The mottled red stains were especially jarring under the sunlight.

She couldn't possibly go back like this. More importantly, she didn't want *that person* to see her in such a wretched state.

The alpine snow-fed stream on the back mountain glimmered silver in the morning sun. The water, born from high-mountain ice and snow, meandered down with a crisp, babbling sound.

The surrounding pine forest swayed gently in the cold wind. Frost flowers on the pine needles shimmered faintly, like pieces of Broken Silver scattered on the ground.

Qing Yueqiu stood by the stream, tilted her head back slightly, and took a deep breath of the icy air, as if to expel all the turmoil from her heart.

She slowly raised a hand. With a light flick of her finger, her sash came undone.

The blood-stained robe slid down her slender figure, revealing skin as smooth and lustrous as jade.

Hazy, warm sunlight fell on her shoulders, outlining her slender and graceful form. After her body's second growth spurt, she had undoubtedly become even more captivating.

Qing Yueqiu touched the ground lightly with the tip of her foot, then stepped into the snowy stream.

The water was bone-chillingly cold, yet she seemed not to feel it at all, walking step by step toward the deeper water.

The water, melted from ice and snow, gradually rose past her ankles, her calves, and up to her waist.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, its tips floating gently on the surface, swaying with the ripples.

Qing Yueqiu tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes, and let the frigid water wash over her body, as if to rinse away all her exhaustion and defilement.

The young woman cupped the icy water in her jade-like hands, raised them over her head, and let it pour down.

Droplets of water slid down her collarbones and into the impressive valley of her chest, finally dripping into the stream and stirring circles of ripples.

Her figure was a hazy outline in the water, like an exquisite scroll painting—cool, distant, and alluring.

Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in her eyes. She raised a hand, vaporizing the surrounding water into a thick mist to conceal her exposed body.

"Who's there?!"

Qing Yueqiu's gaze shot like a dagger toward a snowdrift not far away. Her voice was sharp and cold, yet it carried an undeniable tremble.

Her breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving slightly. An unnatural flush crept across her pale cheeks.

Those beautiful eyes, once like cold stars, were now filled with panic and unease, as if something terrible was drawing near.

Because at that moment, the butterfly-shaped Curse Seal on the back of her neck felt like it was boiling. Her whole body burned, as if countless tiny flames were dancing beneath her skin, searing her nerves.

The Asura Killing Momentum within her raged like a wild stallion, surging madly through her meridians. The roar of slaughter echoed endlessly in her ears.

Low snarls and roars echoed in her ears, as if countless tormented souls were screaming in her mind, urging her to slaughter, to destroy.

She knew only one person could trigger such a violent reaction from Ji Shenyun's Curse Seal.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Qing Yueqiu's forehead, trickling down her cheeks and dripping into the water, stirring faint ripples.

Bitterness filled her heart. 'I... can't hide it anymore.'

A moment later, a figure in white robes emerged slowly from the snowdrift.

Pei Yuhang looked at the captivating, silver-haired young woman, but his eyes saw past her sensuous, mature form, focusing only on the pained expression on her face.

He pressed his lips together and walked toward the trembling girl.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!"

Qing Yueqiu's voice was laced with panic and helplessness; she even forgot to use his honorific title.

The bloody light in her eyes intensified, as if a scarlet mist was shrouding her pupils, making her once-cool eyes now look demonic and dangerous.

It seemed the closer Pei Yuhang came, the weaker her control over her own body grew.

An unnatural flush spread across her fair skin, as if an inner heat was consuming her sanity.

She kept backing away, desperately trying to submerge herself in the icy stream, not wanting the man before her to see her.

But Pei Yuhang didn't stop. He strode into the icy stream, his expression unchanging even as the cold water soaked his clothes.

"Yueqiu... you should have told me sooner."

"Please, trust me. I have a way to save you."

Qing Yueqiu's body shuddered, the bloody light in her eyes flickering. Her lips trembled, and her voice was filled with suppressed anguish. "No... Master, go... I can't control myself..."

"If you can't control it, then bring it on."

"There's no need to suppress yourself. Just like... when you said you wanted me. Didn't you say it so frankly that night?"

"Or do you really think you can cause even the slightest bit of harm to me, your master?"

Pei Yuhang's voice was low and calm, but his gaze toward Qing Yueqiu was filled with boundless tenderness.

Qing Yueqiu froze at his words. She swallowed hard. When she looked at Pei Yuhang again, her eyes were like those of a savage wolf spotting a tender lamb, already filled with bloodlust.

"Master... hurry... go..."

"I told you, you don't need to hold back. Do you really think you can hurt me? Summon your courage, just like when you dared to confess to me that night. Come and kill me."

The moment Pei Yuhang finished speaking, Qing Yueqiu's eyes were completely overcome by killing intent.

The Asura Killing Momentum erupted into a red aura that completely enveloped her. In an instant, her perfect form broke the sound barrier, and the scorching gale from within her body instantly vaporized the surrounding water.

She threw a punch, closing in on Pei Yuhang with the force of her Dragon Elephant Power.

Yet Pei Yuhang's expression remained calm, his gaze still tender as he looked at his disciple, who now resembled a Rakshasa Witch.