Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 316 314: Peng Sword Immortal "Caught in Bed

In the bedroom, free from the harassment of other women, Pei Yuhang could finally settle down and properly discipline his Little Sword Spirit.

"Bai Jingjing, the Nine Swords of Solitary Yang requires the Sword Spirit to condense Fire Yang Primordial Qi. I've been channeling Pure Yang True Qi to you all these days. Have you been properly condensing it?"

The loli Sword Spirit, with her slender figure and billowing white dress, floated in the air like a wisp of light smoke, yet she possessed a certain ethereal liveliness.

She blinked her clear, dewy eyes, and her usually cold, clear voice now carried a soft, sweet tone.

"Um… not yet. I'll need a little more time."

Hearing this, Pei Yuhang's eyes narrowed. His gaze was like a torch as he said in a stern, deep voice:

"Bai Jingjing, don't tell me… you haven't been condensing the Fire Yang Primordial Qi at all, and have just been eating all the Pure Yang True Qi I sent you as a snack?"

"…"

Bai Jingjing pouted. Her eyes darted around a few times, and seeing that she couldn't hide it any longer, she decided to just go for broke and revealed her true, shameless colors.

She put her hands on her hips, jutted out her chin, and put on an air of righteous indignation.

"Well… you can't blame me for being greedy, Pei Yuhang! Who told you to only give me morning dew and purple qi from the sun as food all day?"

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Pei Yuhang from the corner of her eye. Seeing his dark expression, her heart couldn't help but tighten, but she refused to back down.

"Look at how other Sword Cultivators maintain their Lifebound Spirit Swords! I'm not asking you to blood-sacrifice a Divinity Transformation Cultivator or a few Nascent Soul Cultivators for me, but you could at least nourish me with a few thousand Spirit Stones every day~!"

The more Bai Jingjing spoke, the more justified she felt, and her voice grew louder, as if she had truly suffered a great injustice.

Her tone shifted from its initial guilt to a firm conviction, even taking on an accusatory edge.

In the end, she even puffed out her mini Dao Fruit, as if she were standing on the moral high ground, righteously accusing Pei Yuhang.

"I, Bai Jingjing, have fought alongside you for years! What's wrong with slacking off a bit? What's wrong with eating a little of your Pure Yang True Qi!"

Bai Jingjing deliberately pouted, wearing an expression that said, 'What are you going to do about it?'

"It's not like I'm your wicked, lust-crazed disciple, who not only sucks your Yang Qi, but your essence too!"

As she said this, Bai Jingjing's tone was filled with disdain and scorn, as if she were far more noble than that "wicked disciple."

"You owe me, Pei Yuhang!"

Her last sentence was almost a shout, her voice filled with aggrievement and dissatisfaction, as if she had truly suffered a great injustice.

"…"

Pei Yuhang's expression gradually darkened. His eyes grew cold as ice. He crossed his hands and squeezed, cracking his knuckles with an audible POP.

When Bai Jingjing heard this, she instinctively clutched her small butt, thinking, 'This is bad.'

"Bai Jingjing, you're right. I have indeed made a grave mistake."

"It was getting so busy dealing with all these romantic troubles that I forgot to spank you with a palm full of Yang Fire!"

After speaking, a cold glint flashed in Pei Yuhang's eyes. He slowly raised his hand, and a flicker of fire appeared in his palm.

Bai Jingjing's face instantly turned deathly pale. Her small body involuntarily shrank back, as if she could already feel the scorching Yang Fire.

She immediately tried to fly back into the Silent Sword to hide within the blade and escape disaster.

Pei Yuhang sneered, his voice laced with ridicule.

"Running back? What's the use in running back? I'll spank you all the same!" His hand was already raised high, firelight gathering in his palm.

SMACK—

He slapped his palm against the body of the sword. The Yang Qi melted the frost on its surface, which condensed into wisps of steam and falling dewdrops, mingled with Bai Jingjing's miserable shrieks.

"WAAAH! You're inhuman, Pei Yuhang!"

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted the spanking session inside.

"Master, open up! This disciple has run into some difficulties in my cultivation and needs Master's guidance~"

Qing Yueqiu's voice came from outside the door, laced with a hint of impatience.

Pei Yuhang looked at the hand he had used to strike the Silent Sword, now covered in water. A look of slight disgust crossed his face. He took out a handkerchief, wiped his hand, and prepared to open the door.

"Pei Yuhang! So now you're disgusted with me! Weren't you just having the time of your life hitting me? I'm going to tell Yueqiu that you're a violent maniac!

And you like to cheat on your Dao Companion! Whoever gets with you will be made a complete fool—"

Before Bai Jingjing could finish, Pei Yuhang formed a Technique seal and sealed her mouth shut.

"You useless Sword Spirit! Not only do you not know how to share your master's burdens, all you do is spread Huang Yao about me. Shut up and go face the wall to reflect on your mistakes!"

Pei Yuhang snorted coldly, no longer looking at his good-for-nothing Sword Spirit, and turned to open the door for Qing Yueqiu.

CREAK—

The door opened to reveal the young woman's small head, her expression one of surprise and suspicion.

"Master, why was there a woman's voice in your room just now?"

As she spoke, Qing Yueqiu walked naturally into Pei Yuhang's room, her beautiful crimson eyes searching everywhere.

"Stop looking. I was just talking to Bai Jingjing. You should know my Sword Spirit is even more mischievous than a naughty girl like you, so I was just disciplining her a little."

"Master's Sword Spirit?"

Qing Yueqiu blinked, a flash of understanding in her crimson eyes.

She sniffed the air lightly, and only after confirming there were no unfamiliar scents in the room did she relax a little.

The young woman touched her nose, an embarrassed blush appearing on her face as she mumbled, "Ahem, I was just checking for Mistress's sake. After all, Mistress told me to take good care of you while we're away from home!"

"…"

Pei Yuhang was speechless. He stood up, poured a cup of tea for his beloved disciple, and asked softly, "Yueqiu, what confusion did you need me to clear up for you?"

"I…"

Just as Qing Yueqiu was about to speak, her beautiful eyes glanced down and noticed a large wet patch on the carpet.

She looked up at Pei Yuhang and asked strangely:

"Master, when you discipline the Silent Sword… does the sword get wet?"

Hearing this, Pei Yuhang couldn't help but look embarrassed.

His Silent Sword had a constitution somewhat similar to Liyuan's; it couldn't handle much stimulation.

He had only lightly tapped the sword's body.

And that disappointing sword had started leaking wisps of vapor.

'This is just too embarrassing to admit. As a master, the sword I use is completely outshone by my disciple's Luminous!'

Pei Yuhang secretly envied Luminous, that perfect "child of another family," and privately decided he absolutely had to increase Bai Jingjing's special training regimen from now on!

But for now, to avoid being laughed at by his disciple, Pei Yuhang had no choice but to find an excuse.

"Ahem, that was just some tea I accidentally spilled… Alright, let's not talk about that. Your question is more important, Yueqiu.

You said you had a question you needed help with. What is it?"

Hearing this, Qing Yueqiu rolled her crimson eyes at Pei Yuhang, her expression full of flirtatious charm.

"Master, for this problem, we'll have to undress and discuss it slowly and in detail~"

"…Debauchery in broad daylight… that's not very appropriate, is it?"

Though Pei Yuhang's words were reserved, he clearly didn't have much resistance against the proactive young woman.

…

The scent of wine had not yet faded from Lin Qianyan's face. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, but her eyes were more determined than usual.

She took a deep breath, her mind made up—even if it earned Pei Yuhang's ire today, she was going to forcefully invite him out for a drink!

She had tried the soft approach too many times, but she always hit a wall with Pei Yuhang. It felt like punching cotton—futile and frustrating.

If that was the case, she might as well be more forceful!

'Maybe… maybe Brother Pei actually responds to force, not persuasion?'

Thinking of this, Lin Qianyan muttered to herself, 'That huge scumbag was probably already trained into being a total sub by the Witches of the Yin Yang Sacred Land!'

She knew it was improper to speculate about Pei Yuhang with such wicked thoughts.

But Lin Qianyan had been driven to desperation by his repeated rejections. Now, under the influence of alcohol, she no longer maintained the reserved poise of a Fairy.

She could finally badmouth him a little in her mind, just to vent her frustrations.

She looked down at the Jade Pot in her hand. The Spirit Wine within gave off a faint, clear fragrance, which mixed with the smell of wine on her, making her seem all the more bold and unrestrained.

Just like that, Lin Qianyan walked with determined steps to Pei Yuhang's door.

She stood there for a moment, tilting her head up slightly. A trace of stubbornness and anticipation flashed in her eyes before she raised her hand and knocked.

"Brother Pei, open the door!"

After Lin Qianyan called out, no sound came from the room.

"Brother Pei? Brother Pei?"

After knocking several more times, there was still no response.

A look of clear displeasure appeared on Lin Qianyan's pretty face.

'Is Brother Pei deliberately avoiding me?'

Space-warping Spiritual Power gathered in Lin Qianyan's palm, as if she were about to blast the door in front of her open at any moment.

But then, the Spiritual Power in her palm dissipated in an instant, and she hesitated, muttering to herself:

"No, when Brother Pei has refused to drink with me in the past, he's always been very direct about it. He wouldn't go so far as to pretend he's not here…

So, is Brother Pei cultivating? If he is, interrupting him forcefully could be dangerous… I shouldn't disturb him, then."

Lin Qianyan's newly-made resolve softened once again.

She sighed, and just as she was about to turn back, her beautiful eyes glanced toward the adjacent room where Qing Yueqiu was staying.

"Since I can't get Brother Pei to come out, I'll just have his disciple come drink with me!"

Saying this, Lin Qianyan knocked on Qing Yueqiu's door and said softly, "Yueqiu~ Come out and keep Sister Lin company~"

Inside Pei Yuhang's room.

The master and disciple, who had been holding their breath, had just breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Lin Qianyan's footsteps walk away when they heard a knock on the door of the next room.

Qing Yueqiu's beautiful eyes widened. She hurriedly put on her snow-white bodice and whispered to Pei Yuhang, "We're screwed, Master! Sister Lin is looking for me~!"

Faced with the immense crisis of their "illicit affair" being exposed, Pei Yuhang, contrary to expectations, calmed down.

He took a deep breath and said gravely, "Yueqiu, get dressed first, then listen to my plan!"

Outside, Lin Qianyan knocked on Qing Yueqiu's door. When there was no response for a long time, she finally furrowed her pretty brows.

Her beautiful eyes swept back and forth between the two doors, a vague, ominous premonition growing within her.

'Could it be that this master and disciple, Brother Pei and his student, always go into secluded cultivation at the exact same time?'

'That's too…'

Just then, Pei Yuhang's door suddenly opened, and an astonishing wave of Killing Intent seeped out. Lin Qianyan thought some evil creature had invaded the Spiritual Ship and was about to cast a technique.

Just then, Pei Yuhang's voice rang out:

"Qianqian, it's Yueqiu's curse! It's acting up again! I was just suppressing it… Do you have any Spiritual Objects that can clear the heart and mind? Lend me one, quick!"

Lin Qianyan heard the extreme urgency in Pei Yuhang's voice. The drunken haze in her eyes dissipated, and her mind cleared instantly.

Peeking through the doorway, she saw Pei Yuhang straddling the silver-haired girl, whose eyes were as crimson as a demon's. The bedsheets around them were in disarray, covered in damp patches of sweat…

And on Pei Yuhang's neck, she could clearly see all sorts of wet bite marks and red welts!

One could only imagine how difficult this struggle to "suppress the curse" must have been!