novelraw Chapter 296 294: Injecting His Own Seed Demon Seal into Yueqiu
Chapter 296 294: Injecting His Own Seed Demon Seal into Yueqiu
BAM, BAM, BAM!!
The sound of booming fists echoed relentlessly through the back mountains, shaking the surrounding pine forest until snow cascaded from its branches.
Qing Yueqiu wore not a stitch of clothing. Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, tracing elegant arcs through the air with her every movement. Yet, in this moment, she was dangerously, lethally beautiful.
Her deceptively slender frame continuously unleashed Dragon Elephant Divine Power. Each punch made the air hum, producing a deafening boom.
The force of her fists carved trenches into the snow and sent stream water splashing several feet into the air.
A bloody glint flickered in her eyes, her pupils burning as if with a scorching flame. She radiated an almost crazed killing intent, locked on the man in white before her—her most beloved... Master.
Yet Pei Yuhang seemed entirely at ease under the young woman's assault. His steps were as light as the wind, his form a phantom weaving through the blur of Qing Yueqiu's fists, flawlessly evading her every attack.
He even began to critique her in a placid tone.
"Great power, great speed, but your fist's intent is impure."
Qing Yueqiu's fist met empty air once again. Her breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving violently as the bloody glint in her eyes intensified.
Her voice was low and hoarse, tinged with suppressed fury and pain. "Shut up! You... Just stop!"
But Pei Yuhang seemed not to hear her protest. With a light pivot, he again dodged a heavy blow. His voice remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable severity.
"Your offense is crude, your defense is weak, your footwork is sloppy... Not a single one of your movements is decent!"
"Such a waste of all your Divine Power!"
Pei Yuhang flashed behind Qing Yueqiu, producing a long, black, and formidable Ruler with a flick of his wrist.
"And with skills like these, you actually thought you could hurt me? You must have been dreaming!"
Pei Yuhang raised the Big Ruler, cutting a sharp arc through the air before it landed heavily on the young woman's backside—
SMACK!!
"This strike is punishment for your shoddy skills."
Qing Yueqiu let out a soft cry, her body instantly freezing as she felt the familiar sting of disciplinary punishment.
Her long, elegant neck arched slightly. After a low whimper, a pink flush instantly spread across her skin, from her earlobes down her neck, like a budding flower quietly blooming in the dawn.
As if the blow had shocked some clarity back into her, Qing Yueqiu murmured:
"Master... you... don't..."
But before she could finish her sentence, the butterfly-shaped Curse Seal seemed to sense the surge of desire within her and erupted once more. A terrifying killing intent descended upon Qing Yueqiu again.
"Aaaargh—"
Qing Yueqiu let out a low cry as her pupils contracted violently. The bloody light in her eyes flared, as if a crimson mist had shrouded her vision.
She spun around, her long, elegant leg raised high before chopping down like a spear. It whistled through the air, aimed directly at Pei Yuhang.
BOOM!!
The gale from her kick raged, like a torpedo detonating in the stream. The water was blasted skyward, falling back down as a fine, misty rain.
The morning light refracted through the mist, creating countless specks of light, like a dreamlike shower of stars.
The stream churned at Qing Yueqiu's feet. Splashes drenched her silver hair, the droplets sliding down her skin, accentuating her current wildness and danger.
But Pei Yuhang had already appeared behind Qing Yueqiu again. He once more produced his hard Disciplinary Ruler and said in a cold voice:
"This strike is punishment for stubbornly enduring your pain, for your refusal to tell your master, and for your spoiled willfulness!"
He raised the Ruler high and brought it down fiercely. It was a strike delivered without a hint of pity—
SMACK!!
The crisp sound echoed through the tranquil back mountains.
Qing Yueqiu's whole body trembled from the blow, and the surging Power of her Asura Killing Momentum began to dissipate.
"Master... please, get away from me..."
Clarity flickered in Qing Yueqiu's eyes as she pleaded desperately. Her voice was hoarse and trembling, tinged with suppressed agony.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping into the stream and creating faint ripples.
She couldn't bear for her master to see her in this ugly state, controlled by the Curse Seal.
'Go... Master, don't look at me, please don't look at me...'
But Pei Yuhang turned a deaf ear to her pleas, sidestepping a vicious gust from a punch and the fragrant blur of a kick.
He flashed behind her once more, raising the Ruler high. His voice carried a faint trace of anger:
"This strike is punishment for being the most foolish disciple in the world, for your unwillingness to trust your master!"
SMACK—!!
...
It was impossible to tell how long it went on. All the snow in the pine forest had been shaken loose. Thick layers slid continuously from the branches, landing with dull thuds on the ground.
The stream, swollen with melted snow, had long since been thrashed to pieces. Water splashed everywhere, and its flow was broken and intermittent, like a torn silver ribbon that might never again be whole.
If Pei Yuhang hadn't set up an isolating Array in advance, the other women of the Cold Palace Sword Mansion would have long since discovered him "educating" Qing Yueqiu in the back mountains.
Right now, the space within the Array was completely cut off from the outside world, containing only their two intertwined figures.
Qing Yueqiu finally collapsed from exhaustion, her body slumping limply to the ground. Her silver hair spread across the snow like a blooming snow lotus.
Perhaps because her Asura Killing Momentum had also been depleted, the Curse Seal could no longer control her, allowing the young woman's sanity to return.
But with her sanity restored, she felt the fiery sting on her backside. She was flustered and mortified, and upon realizing she was still completely naked, she was so ashamed she wished the earth would swallow her whole.
"Ma-Master... you... you turn around first... I need to get dressed."
Qing Yueqiu's voice was as quiet as a buzzing mosquito, tinged with unconcealable shyness. Her cheeks were crimson, as if stained by sunset clouds, and even the tips of her ears were so red they looked ready to bleed.
She averted her gaze, not daring to meet Pei Yuhang's eyes.
Seeing this, Pei Yuhang couldn't resist the urge to tease his disciple.
"So, Yueqiu gets shy in front of her master?"
Qing Yueqiu's body trembled slightly, the panic in her eyes intensifying.
"Master... you... please stop..."
"Alright, I'll stop teasing. Get dressed. I'm going to deal with your Curse Seal."
His expression turned serious as he moved on to business.
"Deal with... the Curse Seal? Master, you have a way to solve it?!"
Qing Yueqiu's flushed face brightened, her eyes shining. Her voice was filled with unconcealable excitement.
She leaned forward slightly, momentarily forgetting her shyness about being undressed.
A hint of gentleness entered Pei Yuhang's eyes, and his voice was calm and low.
"I might not be able to eradicate it completely, but this will definitely be effective..."
At this, his tone suddenly grew stern, and he brandished the Big Ruler in his hand.
"What? I've disciplined you so many times, and you still can't remember to always trust your master?"
"This disciple wouldn't dare."
Qing Yueqiu lowered her head, but she couldn't hide her sweet smile.
She began to change her clothes with her back to Pei Yuhang, her movements light and quick, as if terrified he might see too much.
A moment later, she was dressed.
Then she saw Pei Yuhang walk over, holding a small porcelain vial.
"Master, what's this?"
"Your tears. I collected them while I was disciplining your backside just now."
Pei Yuhang's words sent a deeper shade of crimson flooding into Qing Yueqiu's cheeks, as if the sunset were burning across her face.
'Master... how could he...? This is too humiliating.'
Still, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Master, what did you collect my tears for?"
"I want to place a Demon-Planting Mark on you. Are you willing?"
Pei Yuhang look at Qing Yueqiu, his deep eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.
'A Demon-Planting Mark... It's the equivalent of handing over your entire life and fate to someone else. Even Yueqiu would surely hesitate for a moment, right?'
So Pei Yuhang thought.
But then—
"I'm willing!"
Her voice was crisp and firm. She agreed to his words without the slightest hesitation.
His gaze froze, a flicker of indescribable complexity passing through his deep eyes.
Only in this moment did Pei Yuhang finally realize the immense importance he held in Yueqiu's heart. The weight of her feelings was like an invisible mountain pressing down on him, making it difficult to face directly.
"Let me apply the Golden Sun Seal first...
I just drained a significant amount of power from the Curse Seal. With the Golden Sun Seal to reinforce it, the curse's influence on you will be drastically reduced for at least a few days.
After that, I will find a way to seal this mark completely."
Pei Yuhang gently lifted the young woman's silver hair, revealing the black-and-red, butterfly-shaped Curse Seal on the nape of her neck.
His fingertip brushed the Curse Seal, making her body tremble visibly.
Pei Yuhang's gaze softened, his voice carrying a soothing tone. "Brace yourself. This might sting a little."
"Please, Master, do as you will... This disciple is not afraid."
Qing Yueqiu's fingertips trembled, but her voice was low, hoarse, and gentle, as if to tell Pei Yuhang not to worry.
A flash of heartache and tenderness crossed Pei Yuhang's eyes. He raised his hand, a faint golden light gathering at his fingertip before he pressed it onto the Curse Seal.
His movements were gentle and slow, as if he were afraid of hurting her.
Now, he would carve a mark upon his disciple that belonged only to him.
From now on, he and Yueqiu would be inseparable...
...
...
The feeling of receiving the Golden Sun Seal was wondrous. Qing Yueqiu vaguely sensed a new "thread" connecting her to her master—invisible, yet undeniably real.
Through this thread, she and her master could share their thoughts to a certain degree.
It was a truly exquisite and subtle sensation.
'Perhaps... even Master and his wife aren't this perfectly attuned.'
Qing Yueqiu clenched her fists. 'Maybe becoming Master's slave would be even better than being his disciple,' she thought.
"Master, is it over now?"
Hearing her, Pei Yuhang wiped the sweat from his brow and said softly, "It's not enough. The Curse Seal on you is too strong; the Golden Sun Seal can't suppress it for long. I need the even more powerful Golden Sun Divine Seal."
With that, Pei Yuhang looked into Qing Yueqiu's flushed, glistening eyes and made a solemn promise.
"Yueqiu, I will solve this Curse Seal! I will not allow anyone else to leave a binding mark upon you!"