novelraw Chapter 32: There Are 2 Types of Women: Senior Sisters and Cheating Cats
Chapter 32: There Are 2 Types of Women: Senior Sisters and Cheating Cats
"Sword Immortal Pei~!"
A sweet, lilting voice called out from behind, laced with a seductive charm that could make a man's very bones itch with desire.
He didn't need to guess. Anyone who could call out a simple name with such abandon was definitely no proper Fairy.
Pei Yuhang subconsciously tightened his grip on Silence and turned around, his guard up.
The undisguised, sharp Sword Intent made Yan Yaoyao's smile freeze as she flew over. However, her high degree of professional poise allowed her to raise a hand, open a folding fan to half-cover her pretty face, and chuckle lightly to hide her awkwardness.
"My, my, Sword Immortal Pei~ still as cold and aloof as ever."
"The disciples of our Yin Yang Sacred Land are no longer your enemies. We're all fellow Daoists now~"
"Am I familiar with you?"
Pei Yuhang looked at Yan Yaoyao's face, but he had no memory of her.
After all, Shang Miaoyan's possessiveness was frighteningly pathological. She had hoarded him like a hidden treasure, never wanting to expose him to the other disciples.
Thus, back when Pei Yuhang was in the Yin Yang Sacred Land, he had been kept under house arrest in her chambers, with little opportunity to see any outsiders.
Most of the Female Cultivators of the Yin Yang Sacred Land only knew that the Saintess was keeping a Top Grade slave, but none knew what he truly looked like.
But—
he couldn't rule out the possibility that this Female Cultivator before him had learned of his true identity through other channels.
Having one woman, Shang Miaoyan, know about his unbearable past was troublesome enough. Pei Yuhang would absolutely not allow another to learn of his history!
Pei Yuhang silently released his Spiritual Perception, observing every minute change in the Female Cultivator's expression and body language as she heard his question.
Yan Yaoyao, however, was still unaware that the man before her had already decided where to bury her. She patted her ample chest delicately and said in a cute, complaining tone:
"What's this? So Sword Immortal Pei doesn't remember me at all? I took one of your sword strikes back then and managed to escape using a Thousand-Mile Teleportation Array, you know."
"How heartless of you, Sword Immortal Pei. To have no impression at all of an opponent who escaped your blade alive."
Yan Yaoyao pouted. Though she was speaking of a brutal life-or-death escape, she sounded like she was playfully chiding a boyfriend for forgetting how they first met.
A subtle Charm Technique, undetectable even by Divine Sense, began to take effect. Unfortunately for her, it couldn't affect Pei Yuhang's resilient Sword Heart in the slightest.
The White-clothed Sword Immortal released his hand from his sword's hilt, brushed his sleeves, and said apologetically, "My apologies, fellow Daoist. I was forced by the circumstances back then. We were merely enemies on the battlefield. Please forgive me."
Yan Yaoyao's eyes narrowed. 'I can't believe this man's will is so firm. My natural Charm Technique has absolutely no effect on him.'
But how could she have known that after decades of "training" from her own Saintess, Pei Yuhang's resistance to Charm Techniques was already maxed out? Even if the Saintess herself tried, it was difficult to stir his passion with Charm Techniques alone; she had to use her own hands to provoke his Evil Yang Fire Qi...
A few sweet nothings from her were, of course, not enough to get a physical reaction out of Pei Yuhang.
For some reason, the White-clothed Sword Immortal's reserved demeanor sparked a desire for conquest in Yan Yaoyao.
During her two days at the Xuanyuan Dao Sect, she had already heard the moving tale of the Cold Sun Sword Immortal and his inseparable Dao Companion. A wicked urge to corrupt this purely devoted man sprouted in Yan Yaoyao's Dao Heart like a weed.
Though she hadn't had a drop of alcohol, an intoxicating blush appeared on Yan Yaoyao's face. She took a step forward, pressing close to the White-clothed Sword Immortal's chest, and spoke in a hazy, dreamy tone:
"Sword Immortal Pei, if you drink a pot of wine with Yaoyao tonight, Yaoyao will forgive you..."
"Sorry, my Junior Brother already has plans!"
The person had yet to arrive, but the Suppression of the Divinity Transformation Stage descended first.
The Spiritual Qi in the air, once as calm as a stream, began to boil, hum, and transform into a rampaging flood under this Suppression, roaring wildly.
The previously cooing Yan Yaoyao let out a muffled grunt, her flushed face instantly turning deathly pale. She formed several Dharma Seals with her hands, and her body lit up with a dark purple glow before she reappeared fifty meters away.
As she watched warily, a graceful and elegant Cyan-robed Fairy, whose figure was even more impressive than her own as a Yin Yang Dao Female Cultivator, appeared in her line of sight.
Even though her body was wrapped tightly in cyan robes, she somehow seemed even more seductive than Yan Yaoyao, who had one fragrant shoulder exposed and...
Yan Yaoyao took a deep breath, clearing the chaotic thoughts from her mind.
She watched the profound Cyan Wood Spirit Rhythm swirling around the Cyan-robed Fairy—beautiful, yet hiding a murderous intent.
'That Fairy just now—she really wanted to kill me!'
Yan Yaoyao was horrified. She never expected this Fairy, who looked so dignified and elegant, to act with such ruthlessness.
'Good thing I ran fast...'
She didn't dare to linger, not even to offer pleasantries or parting threats.
Yan Yaoyao turned and fled like a beaten dog.
"That little hussy!"
Lu Ruoxi snorted coldly. She gathered Spiritual Qi at her fingertips, about to cast a thousand-mile enemy-pursuing Magic to teach that wanton woman a deep lesson.
"Senior Sister, calm down. Today is the night banquet the Sect Leader is holding especially for the Yin Yang Dao Sect's special envoys... If you want revenge, it can't be today."
Hearing Pei Yuhang's admonishment, Lu Ruoxi finally lowered her hand.
"Junior Brother, are you alright?"
"Don't worry, Senior Sister. That woman didn't do anything to me. At most, it was just some verbal harassment."
"Harassment isn't acceptable either! What right do other women have to covet you... Ahem, I mean, since Junior Sister Ye isn't by your side right now, I have to take her place and keep a close watch for any bad women trying to get near my Junior Brother."
Realizing she had almost let the cat out of the bag, Lu Ruoxi quickly changed the subject.
She placed her hand on Pei Yuhang's shoulder, stroking it while thinking to herself, 'Junior Brother's shoulders are so smooth.'
On the surface, however, she put on a serious expression and began lecturing her Junior Brother about how terrible other women were—that they only wanted to take advantage of him, unlike his Senior Sister, who only wanted to cherish him...
"Uh, Senior Sister, thank you for your kind intentions, but I'm not a child anymore... I can tell which women approach me with ill intent."
As he spoke, Pei Yuhang silently took a step back, dodging his Senior Sister's restless jade-like hand on his shoulder.
Lu Ruoxi also realized she had lost her composure. She naturally raised her hand and tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear to hide her awkwardness.
The two fell silent for a moment.
Lu Ruoxi was the first to speak. "Junior Brother, the night banquet is about to start. Let's go in... We haven't sat down for a drink together in a long time, not since you and Junior Sister Ye became Dao Companions."
Faced with Lu Ruoxi's invitation, Pei Yuhang nodded.
He had a selfish thought, however, that he didn't dare voice to his Senior Sister.
'With Senior Sister around, that woman Shang Miaoyan probably won't have a chance to get me alone, right?'