Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 322 319: A Thousand Years of Great Dream (3): Qianqian Has Never Considered You Dirty...

SPLASH—

The sound of drizzling rain echoed through the forest as Pei Yuhang held an umbrella over Lin Qianyan, escorting her into a ruined temple for shelter.

"Daoist Lin, you should get some rest. I'll start a fire."

Cold sweat beaded on Pei Yuhang's forehead, but he still managed a faint smile as he spoke to Lin Qianyan.

"Young scholar, you've been running a fever. I'm afraid you've caught a cold. You should go rest first."

Lin Qianyan said softly, but Pei Yuhang shook his head. His breathing grew more and more rapid, but he still insisted stubbornly,

"No need, Daoist Lin… You've been the one protecting me this whole journey. The chores are my responsibility…"

Pei Yuhang finished speaking with some difficulty, and his eyes uncontrollably rolled back.

"Young scholar!"

Lin Qianyan cried out in alarm, catching Pei Yuhang's collapsing body.

She looked at Pei Yuhang's pale lips and couldn't help but frown, her tone a mix of displeasure and heartache.

"You're already in this state… Why are you still pretending to be strong?"

Lin Qianyan gently laid Pei Yuhang down on a straw mat in the ruined temple and began to patiently wipe the cold sweat from his face.

At that moment, Lin Qianyan could only curse her own lack of skill. She hadn't mastered her master's Life-saving Talisman Technique. Otherwise, she could have just drawn a Healing Charm to wake Pei Yuhang.

Seeing Pei Yuhang's condition worsen, a determined look appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"Young scholar, there's a town not far from here. I'll use a Divine Movement Talisman to hurry over and get you some medicine!"

"Daoist Lin, you don't have to do that…"

"Shh! You're the patient now. You should be more concerned about yourself. This Daoist here has vast Divine Abilities. Why would I need a young scholar like you to worry about me?"

As she spoke, Lin Qianyan got up and set up a Barrier in the ruined temple to protect Pei Yuhang. Then, without a backward glance, she rushed out into the downpour.

SPLASH—

Pei Yuhang watched Lin Qianyan's figure recede into the distance, until the only sound left was the shattering of the rain.

"Daoist Lin…"

Pei Yuhang murmured softly, his eyelids finally succumbing to a heavy drowsiness and closing.

Before he knew it, the rain outside had lessened considerably. A large, red sedan chair had stopped silently before the ruined temple's entrance.

Its curtain lifted without a breeze, and a small, delicate foot in an embroidered slipper extended from within.

This was a bride with an exquisitely beautiful, sexy, and enchanting figure. She wore a red wedding veil and took a single step into the ruined temple.

In that instant, the Barrier Talisman inside the temple burned to ash. The fire burning beside Pei Yuhang turned a ghastly green.

"To think this Young Master Pei Yuhang actually developed feelings for a disciple of the Celestial Master Sect. How interesting. It makes Miaoyan's trip to watch this little drama all worthwhile."

The woman chuckled softly and reached up to lift the red veil from her head, revealing a face of otherworldly, bewitching beauty.

Her name was Shang Miaoyan. She was a Ghost King who had cultivated for several hundred years. While strolling through the Chaotic Tomb Ridge, she had taken a fancy to the handsome young scholar, Pei Yuhang, at first sight, and intended to make him her groom.

In order not to offend the Celestial Master Sect behind Daoist Lin, she had restrained herself at the time and didn't just snatch him away.

Now that Lin Qianyan was gone, she could finally make her move~!

"Hee hee hee, what a handsome man you are~

A pity your Primordial Yang was taken by a little Spirit Monster, but no matter. Miaoyan will comfort and dote on you properly."

Shang Miaoyan's heart burned with passion. With a wave of her hand, she summoned a gust of sinister wind that turned all of Pei Yuhang's clothes to dust.

She then extended a long, red fingernail and pressed it against Pei Yuhang's clean, unblemished navel.

"Hss—so itchy."

Burning with a high fever, Pei Yuhang was suddenly stimulated and let out a soft, irrepressible moan.

Shang Miaoyan watched the young man beneath her writhing like a fish, and a triumphant glint flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Little one, what's so fun about following a Daoist nun? Sister Miaoyan will teach you something much more interesting~"

Pei Yuhang groggily opened his eyes and tried to push Shang Miaoyan away, but how could a mere mortal move a Ghost King?

The corner of Shang Miaoyan's mouth curled up. She slowly lowered her head, about to make the scholar before her never forget her.

…

Lin Qianyan joyfully hurried back, carrying two bags of Chinese medicine in her hand.

She didn't know why she was feeling so expectant, so eager to see the young scholar again.

It was a flutter her young heart had never felt before.

It made Lin Qianyan feel a little scared, yet she also reveled in the sweetness of it.

'Perhaps… I've fallen in love with him.'

At this thought, Lin Qianyan's pretty face flushed.

She hurried back to the temple and discovered a set of footprints in the clearing in front of the ruined building.

And they reeked of dense Demon Qi!

'Oh no! Something's happened to the young scholar!'

"Young scholar!!"

Lin Qianyan rushed into the ruined temple in a panic, only to see Pei Yuhang, stark naked and covered in hickeys.

At this moment, Pei Yuhang's body was trembling helplessly. Facing Lin Qianyan's concerned gaze, he just said in anguish, "Qianqian… Don't look at me…"

Qianqian…

Lin Qianyan's mind went blank. The name felt so, so familiar, making her heart tremble.

But seeing Pei Yuhang's pain, she couldn't bear to look any longer. Without dwelling on the name he had used, she silently turned away.

The soft rustle of clothes came from behind her. Pei Yuhang didn't explain what had just happened, and Lin Qianyan didn't ask.

In the following days, Pei Yuhang became very quiet. Lin Qianyan wanted to talk to him and comfort him, but he only responded numbly.

This couldn't help but make Lin Qianyan frustrated. She thought sullenly, 'A Banshee violated you, and I'm trying to comfort you, but you won't even appreciate it! Fine! I just won't talk to you anymore! Once we get to the Capital City, we'll go our separate ways!'

And so, for the next three days, neither of them spoke to the other.

It wasn't until they were approaching the Capital City and about to part ways that Lin Qianyan could no longer suppress her feelings.

She wanted to shout at Pei Yuhang, "Even if you were defiled by a Banshee, I still think you're the most handsome and pure man I've ever met!"

In the inn, on the night before their departure, Lin Qianyan stood awkwardly before Pei Yuhang's door.

"Young scholar, I have something to tell you… I, I think I might like you a little. Can you come back to the Celestial Master Sect with me? I can bring you along to cultivate!"

There was no response.

Lin Qianyan frowned. 'Could the young scholar have fallen asleep? Or is he so moved by this Daoist nun's confession that he's speechless?'

Lin Qianyan took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.

Inside the room, Pei Yuhang was long gone.

Only a letter was left on the table.

Daoist Lin, please forgive Yuhang for his rudeness in leaving first. I didn't want to cry when saying goodbye to you… Daoist Lin, I hate myself so much, I hate this impure body of mine… I cannot defile your pristine Dao Heart. Let us part ways here.

—Pei Yuhang

"Pei, Brother Pei… Brother Pei!"

Lin Qianyan's memories suddenly rushed back, as if she had just remembered something. She covered her mouth as clear tears began to stream uncontrollably from her beautiful eyes.

"Brother Pei, don't go! Don't go!"

Lin Qianyan dropped the letter and ran outside frantically.

"Qianqian never thought you were dirty! Never! Don't go—"

"We've already reincarnated hundreds of times… Damn it, why didn't I gather the courage to kiss you in that ruined temple, to comfort you, to use my warmth to cover your cold heart… It's all too late."

"…"

"Brother Pei, in the next life, Qianqian will hold onto your hand!"

…

…

Pei Yuhang groggily opened his eyes. His nostrils twitched, and his brow furrowed in disgust.

A cloyingly sweet scent filled the air, a mixture of alcohol and cosmetics. It felt as if the air itself had turned thick and sticky, like invisible threads winding around his breath.

He couldn't help but let out a soft cough, his throat as dry as if it had been scorched by fire.

Suddenly, Pei Yuhang felt a weight on his body, as if something was pressing down on his chest.

He tilted his head slightly and focused his gaze, only to discover three fair-skinned, beautiful noblewomen lying pressed tightly against him.

They were completely naked, their hair disheveled, faces still flushed from the previous night's activities. Their breathing was even and deep, clearly still fast asleep. They were muttering lewd phrases in their sleep, like "Oh, Yuhang darling, you're such a big treasure…"

The noblewomen's skin glowed delicately in the morning light, like high-grade porcelain, but at this moment, it only made Pei Yuhang feel an inexplicable sense of irritation.

As the effects of the alcohol wore off slightly, Pei Yuhang recalled the night's debauchery.

The noblewomen's laughter, seductive glances, and teasing words seemed to still echo in his ears.

He closed his eyes, and an image appeared in his mind: the noblewomen vying to pour him wine, fawning over him, growing jealous of each other, and finally, "bullying" him together.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in his heart.

He was now the number one male courtesan in the Capital City.

Because of his outstandingly handsome looks and charisma, he had become the most famous man among the high-society noblewomen of the Capital City less than a week after arriving.

Those wealthy noblewomen and princesses would spend fortunes just to see him, even squabbling jealously and causing scandals all over the city.

And now, he felt nothing but a profound weariness for this decadent life.

Pei Yuhang walked into the bathing chamber and began to wash the kiss marks and perfume from his body.

Halfway through his washing, the noblewomen pushed open the door and walked in with beaming smiles.

They gently caressed Pei Yuhang's firm, powerful chest muscles, speaking in a deliberately high-pitched, affected voice, "Young Master Pei, why didn't you wake us sisters up when you went to bathe?~"

"Exactly! Wouldn't it be wonderful to take a lovers' bath together?"

Pei Yuhang's eyes were downcast, a flicker of disgust and revulsion in them, but he suppressed it and put on a polite smile.

"Sister Li, Sister Fan, Yuhang has heard that the generals have won a great victory against the enemy nation and are returning to the capital today. For you sisters to still be lingering here at a time like this…"

"Shh shh—Could it be that Young Master Pei is afraid our useless husbands would dare to lay a hand on you?"

"Don't you worry. Our maternal families are all part of the Royal Family. Even if we took you back to our mansions and did something to you right in front of those spineless men, they wouldn't dare say a word~"

The noblewomen spoke as they stepped into the water, one in front and one behind, sandwiching Pei Yuhang between them.

They greedily left their marks on Pei Yuhang's body with their scents and kisses. Helpless, Pei Yuhang could only close his eyes and endure it.

Seeing his vulnerable state, the noblewomen couldn't help but laugh.

And so began another day of debauchery.

…

"General Lin, we are about to reach the Capital City."

Hearing her subordinate's voice, Lin Qianyan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she finally opened them.

She gazed at the distant, open city gates and the citizens of the Capital City who had come to welcome them, her expression serene.

It was as if the glory of returning from a great victory was as light as a feather to her.

More than that, she missed the handsome man who had parted from her three years ago.

"That day, you promised me you would never again work in such a lowly trade… Pei Yuhang, have you kept your promise?"

Lin Qianyan nervously clenched her fists.