Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 303 301: Pei Yuhang Finally Gave In to Yueqiu

Qing Yueqiu stood at the bow of the ship, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind. She turned her head, her gaze falling on Pei Yuhang's slightly weary profile.

"Master, is something on your mind?"

Qing Yueqiu asked softly, her voice holding a hint of imperceptible concern.

Pei Yuhang was taken aback for a moment. He quickly came to his senses and forced a smile. "Ah, no, nothing..."

"You're lying!"

Qing Yueqiu's voice suddenly rose, a flash of displeasure and hurt in her eyes. "Ever since Saintess Lin left our Spiritual Ship, you've been completely distracted.

You care about her a lot, don't you?"

Her voice trailed off, tinged with a sour note, as if some deep-seated emotion had been stirred and could no longer be suppressed.

Perhaps it was the lingering repression from being unable to see her master for so long due to Ji Shenyun's Curse Seal. Or maybe it was the influence of the Seed Demon Seal she had received from him.

Qing Yueqiu now felt an intense possessiveness and dependency toward Pei Yuhang.

In the past, she could still suppress the torrent of her emotions.

But now, she no longer wanted to be a pitiful little puppy, too afraid to reveal her heart, daring only to whimper alone in a dimly lit room.

'Why... why can't Master pay more attention to me?'

Back at the Cold Palace Sword Mansion, Master had to dote on his Mistress. They were Dao Companions, and it was only natural for them to be deeply in love. Qing Yueqiu had tolerated it. She would even have been willing to be the lesser woman, if it came to that...

But now, why was Master so concerned about some "Sister Qianqian" who had appeared out of nowhere?

Qing Yueqiu couldn't understand it, and she refused to accept it.

She was clearly the first woman by his side. She had grown up with her master, blossoming into a mature and graceful beauty. The fruit was long since ripe and fragrant, tender and succulent.

But some random person always showed up to cut in line ahead of her!

Leaving her to hang all alone on the branch!

If she didn't make a move now, when would she? Was she supposed to wait until she rotted on the branch, fell, and turned to dust?

Pei Yuhang's eyes flickered. He could hear the deep affection in his first disciple's words.

His throat bobbed. He turned away, avoiding Qing Yueqiu's searing gaze, and looked toward the distant horizon.

"It's not like that, Yueqiu... You're overthinking things."

Qing Yueqiu bit her lip, a trace of unwillingness in her eyes. She took a step forward, her voice trembling slightly. "Then can you tell me about your past with Saintess Lin?"

Pei Yuhang's fingertips trembled. A complex look flickered in his eyes—nostalgia, helplessness, and an indescribable pain.

"Didn't Qianqian already tell you? We were childhood sweethearts..."

His voice was very soft, as if he were muttering to himself, or perhaps reminiscing.

"But I heard that Saintess Lin also had a husband, though he's already dead... drained by the Witch of the Yin Yang Sacred Land...

Master, can you tell me what happened back then?"

At the word "husband," Pei Yuhang's body stiffened slightly, the trembling in his fingertips becoming more pronounced.

A flash of agony crossed his eyes as if he'd been stabbed by something. In the end, Pei Yuhang just shook his head gently.

"I'm sorry, Yueqiu. I don't want to bring up the past."

Pei Yuhang's voice was tinged with exhaustion. Perhaps to put his first disciple at ease, he spoke again after a moment of silence.

"Besides, Yueqiu, I don't want to be mired in the past anymore... Compared to the people and events of the past, I genuinely care more about you now. Don't ever think you're unimportant.

You are my first disciple. In my heart, no one can replace you. So, Yueqiu, don't be afraid... Master will never abandon you."

Qing Yueqiu's crimson eyes grew brighter and brighter. She could feel her heart pounding faster and faster, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.

It was an impulse that could no longer be suppressed, sprouting in her heart and shattering all restraints!

In that moment, Qing Yueqiu forgot their statuses, forgot all the rigid rules.

She closed her eyes, as if having made some great resolve, and abruptly stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against Pei Yuhang's.

Pei Yuhang never expected his disciple to act so impulsively.

His hands rose instinctively, but in the end, he didn't push away the soft, delicate body in his arms.

Because he had pushed her away once before, and he had regretted it ever since...

'Let her be.'

Pei Yuhang thought to himself.

Qing Yueqiu's kiss was inexperienced, even a little clumsy. It was, after all, her very first kiss.

Her teeth accidentally scraped against his lips, bringing a slight sting. It seemed she'd broken the skin.

'So reckless. She must be really excited.'

A flicker of helpless affection crossed Pei Yuhang's eyes. He raised a hand to her cheek, his fingertips gently caressing her skin.

Then, he lowered his head slightly and began to skillfully and proactively guide Qing Yueqiu, teaching her how to kiss the one she loved.

His movements were gentle and patient, as if he were handling a precious treasure.

Under Pei Yuhang's gentle guidance, Qing Yueqiu's ragged breathing gradually steadied. The panic and nervousness in her eyes were replaced by a sense of security and reliance.

A sheen of mist slowly welled up in the young woman's crimson eyes, as if all her grievances and anxieties were being released in this one moment.

Her fingers clutched tightly at Pei Yuhang's lapels, as if she were afraid he would suddenly disappear.

After all, this felt too much like a dream.

Something she had yearned for in her dreams had actually become a reality today.

The sweeter the taste in her mouth, the more Qing Yueqiu cherished it. She took from him greedily, terrified that this might be the last time...

"Alright, Yueqiu. I'm not going to run away. You're being a little too forceful, you know~"

Pei Yuhang finally had to gently force Yueqiu away. After letting out a long breath, he spoke to her with a helpless yet doting expression.

"Does that mean... you'll teach me how to kiss again in the future?"

Qing Yueqiu's beautiful, crimson eyes were full of joy. She rested her head on Pei Yuhang's chest and asked shyly.

In truth, she had wanted to ask, "Master, will you kiss me again in the future?"

Perhaps afraid of provoking Pei Yuhang's sense of immorality and reminding him of his Mistress still at the mansion, Qing Yueqiu had slyly framed it as a "lesson."

But how could Pei Yuhang not understand his first disciple's little scheme?

He patted Qing Yueqiu's head and hesitated for a moment before replying, deceiving himself as much as her:

"As a master... I naturally have to take care of all aspects of my disciple's development. Since you're so slow, Yueqiu, I suppose I'll just have to teach you more in the future."

Qing Yueqiu hadn't expected her master to actually agree. Her heart hammered in her chest, and with a swallow, she found herself wanting to go even further—to step into a more thrilling, more forbidden realm!

She mustered her courage, rose onto her tiptoes, and whispered breathily into Pei Yuhang's ear:

"Then can Master... teach me about... *that* kind of knowledge?"

Pei Yuhang's mind went blank with a BUZZ, as if he'd been struck by something. A faint blush instantly crept up the back of his ears.

His pupils dilated slightly. He clearly hadn't expected his normally well-behaved disciple to utter such bold words.

Pei Yuhang's fingers unconsciously tightened on his sleeve. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond.

'This... This is far too audacious!'

However, the young woman didn't seem to intend to give him time to react. The moment the words left her mouth, she was like a nimble butterfly, pushing off the balls of her feet to quickly put some distance between them.

The corners of Qing Yueqiu's mouth curved into a sly smile, and her eyes glinted with mischief, as if her recent actions were nothing more than a spur-of-the-moment prank.

"Master, Yueqiu has something to attend to, so I'll be going now~"

She turned, her silver hair tracing a graceful arc through the air, brushing against the bridge of Pei Yuhang's nose. It was ticklish, and fragrant.

Qing Yueqiu's voice was light and cheerful, though it carried an imperceptible tremble. "Master, I'll see... you... to~night~!"

With that, the young woman "fled" with light, hurried steps.

It was as if she was afraid he would see through to the panic in her heart.

Pei Yuhang stood rooted to the spot, watching her retreating figure. His brow furrowed slightly, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

His fingers gently brushed his ear, as if he could still feel the warmth of her breath. Ripples spread through his heart.

'This girl... she's getting harder and harder to handle.'

'She's turned into a "bad girl" for real now.'

...

...

Qing Yueqiu hurried away from Pei Yuhang's side. A cherry-pink blush quietly spread across her slender, swan-like neck, even tinging the tips of her ears a faint crimson.

Clearly, the young woman wasn't nearly as bold as she had appeared in front of Pei Yuhang.

Long after leaving her master, her restless heart had still not calmed down.

"I finally... I finally said it to Master..."

Qing Yueqiu clenched her fists, her pretty face hot and flushed.

But in that moment, she began to feel insecure again.

'Did I leave too quickly just now?'

'If I hadn't rushed off, would I have heard Master's answer?'

'Will Master agree?'

Qing Yueqiu swallowed, feeling a little annoyed with herself. Maybe she shouldn't have left so quickly.

Just then, the sound of footsteps came from around the corner ahead.

On the Spiritual Ship, besides Pei Yuhang and Qing Yueqiu, there was only that detestable woman left.

An icy look appeared in Qing Yueqiu's crimson eyes. She took a deep breath, feigning calmness as she prepared to walk back to the room she shared with her master.

However, the alluring blush that had yet to fade from her face did not escape Ji Xichan's eyes.

"Wait! What were you just doing with Pei Yuhang?"

Ji Xichan's beautiful eyes stared intently at Qing Yueqiu's thin lips. The marks on them... made it hard for her to breathe, as if something important was slipping away from her forever, being stolen by someone else.

Qing Yueqiu heard the sourness in Ji Xichan's tone. She gave a proud smile and said lightly, "Why should I tell an outsider like you about the fun Master and I have?"

Outsider—

The repressed frustration in Ji Xichan's heart erupted. The shadows at her feet surged wildly, countless Demon Spirits stirring restlessly within them.

"Bitch! You know he's your master, don't you? What kind of shameless disciple seduces her own master?!"

Ji Xichan's words struck a nerve. Right now, Qing Yueqiu hated it most when people used her status to chain down her feelings!

The Glazed Sword at Qing Yueqiu's waist trembled with a piercing cry, tearing apart and shattering the black shadows at her feet.

She drew Luminous, her eyes flashing with crimson killing intent. The voice that came from her thin lips was no longer gentle as water like it was with Pei Yuhang. Instead, it was like the cold glint of a sword, each word giving the illusion that one was about to be beheaded.

"Ji Xichan, are you looking to die?"