Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 326 323: A Thousand Years of Great Dream 7 - Pei Yuhang: Number 2 Under Heaven, Can You Save Me?

"Don't! Don't touch him—!!"

Lin Qianyan's eyes flew open as she suddenly woke from a dream.

At this moment, Lin Qianyan looked as if she had just been pulled from the water. Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, slowly trickling down her pale cheeks and dampening a corner of her pillow.

She looked around, her breathing ragged. In the dim room, a single weak candle flame flickered gently. Outside the window, moonlight filtered through the gauze-like curtains, casting a hazy, silver glow over the room.

She was alone on the bed. The surroundings were silent. Where was the figure of some wicked woman bullying Pei Yuhang?

It was just a nightmare.

And besides...

'Dammit. Pei Yuhang is the greatest in the world. What woman in the entire world is qualified to bully him like that?'

Lin Qianyan recalled the scene from her dream, and her pretty face couldn't help but flush with shame.

She had never been with a man... That kind of scene was far too risqué, far too stimulating for her.

Lin Qianyan's earlobes were as red as if they were bleeding. She slowly got up and changed into a set of dry, fresh clothes.

After lying back down, Lin Qianyan found she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The steamy scene from her dream replayed endlessly in her mind, making Lin Qianyan's heart itch with a strange feeling.

Finally, she slowly closed her eyes and replaced the woman bullying the world's number one Swordsman, Pei Yuhang, with an image of herself.

After a long while, Lin Qianyan sighed. 'My clothes... I changed for nothing.'

「The next day.」

In the faint light of dawn, Lin Qianyan gently picked up the clothes she had changed out of last night, intending to wash them. As her fingertips touched the soft fabric, her cheeks couldn't help but grow warm.

But Lin Qianyan hadn't gone far before the sound of hurried footsteps came from behind her.

Her True Disciple, Xiaohan, ran over, panting. Her face held a hint of concern, and her voice was crisp as she said:

"Master, you should leave this sort of thing to your disciple! How can you possibly do this yourself..."

Hearing this, Lin Qianyan's body stiffened slightly, and the tips of her ears instantly flushed red.

'How could I let someone else wash these... damp, soiled clothes?'

Lin Qianyan immediately forced herself to remain calm, her tone tinged with annoyed embarrassment. "The Sword Formulas I taught you yesterday, have you learned them yet?"

Xiaohan froze, clearly not expecting her master to suddenly ask about that.

She scratched her head, an awkward smile on her face, and her voice dropped. "Replying to Master, not yet..."

"Not yet?"

Lin Qianyan raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes, but she deliberately made her tone colder. "Then as your master, I sentence you to copy them a thousand times! Now, go!"

Xiaohan wanted to cry but had no tears. She never expected that trying to help her master wash clothes would bring such an undeserved disaster upon her.

She pouted, a hint of grievance flashing in her eyes, but she didn't dare say more. She could only reply in a low voice, "Yes, Master..."

After Xiaohan left, Lin Qianyan let out a long breath.

Just then, the sound of a white dove's beating wings echoed from above.

Lin Qianyan sensed something and looked up.

She saw a carrier pigeon slowly land in front of her. Lin Qianyan reached out and took the letter from the pigeon's leg.

After opening the letter and seeing the small characters written on it, her beautiful eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

Lin Qianyan, second in the world, since you are so persistent in challenging me, let us fight again.

Let's set the time for ten days from now, at the foot of Emei Mountain, and invite the heroes of the Martial Arts world to bear witness.

If you can defeat me, not only will the title of 'number one in the world' be yours, but I, myself, will be at your disposal. If you lose, then stop bothering me. —From Pei Yuhang, number one in the world.

"At your disposal, you say..."

Lin Qianyan murmured in a low voice, her fingertips unconsciously twisting her sleeve. Her gaze drifted, as if she were lost in some unspeakable fantasy.

A faint blush slowly spread across her cheeks, like a peach blossom in early spring, vibrant and alluring.

Suddenly, Lin Qianyan shook her head violently, as if trying to fling those improper thoughts from her mind.

She gently patted her cheeks and muttered to herself:

"Ahem, no! That's not right! Lin Qianyan, you are the Sect Leader of the Jade Maiden Sect! You must be reserved, reserved!"

'I'm not someone from the Demon Dao. Even if Pei Yuhang were at my disposal, I wouldn't do anything indecent to him, would I...'

'Even if I were to do something... we'd have to cultivate our feelings for each other first.'

Lin Qianyan counted on her fingers like a young girl, already lost in an innocent romantic fantasy.

...

...

Lin Qianyan was not the only one who learned that the world's number one Swordsman, Pei Yuhang, was on Bai Mei Mountain.

The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth-ranked masters in the world had also learned of Pei Yuhang's whereabouts through their own means.

To them, this legend of the Martial Arts world blocked the path forward for everyone else.

If they wanted to advance further in their martial studies, Pei Yuhang was an insurmountable mountain they had to cross.

They would join forces to knock Pei Yuhang from his throne as the number one in the world!

Although relying on numbers was somewhat shameless, as long as they could shatter the legend of Pei Yuhang's invincibility, their Dao Hearts would surely advance!

WHOOSH—

In the bamboo forest on Bai Mei Mountain, the four great masters gathered.

They exchanged a look. The world's fourth-ranked master, Ouyang Blade, known as the "West Poison," was the first to speak. "Why isn't the world's second-ranked master, True Jade Lady Lin Qianyan, here?"

"That woman said she wants to fight Pei Yuhang one-on-one. She even called us cowards."

The world's third-ranked master, Hong Jigong, known as the "North Beggar," said with a sneer.

"That woman—"

Just as Ouyang Blade was about to say more, a great gust of wind swept through the bamboo forest.

A cool breeze swirled up several bamboo leaves, and a figure in white appeared before them, standing atop a single leaf, carried forward by the wind.

"Such Qinggong?!"

The four masters were all stunned, their expressions instantly turning grave.

They repeatedly scanned Pei Yuhang, who stood before them, but they couldn't sense anything at all—it was as if he didn't even exist!

"Number one in the world, you..."

"More words are useless. Make your move. Besides you four, there should be another group waiting at the foot of the mountain, right?

I will cripple five years of your Power. After you go down the mountain, tell those people not to come up here and disturb me again."

Pei Yuhang interrupted Ouyang Blade. His expression was calm. Without even drawing his sword, he casually snapped off a bamboo stalk to use as a weapon.

The four masters all felt utterly despised.

They roared in anger, their formidable Inner Strength erupting through the forest. But in the next instant, a bloody hole appeared in each of their chests.

Cold sweat soaked their hair as they turned their heads in disbelief to look at Pei Yuhang, who had appeared behind them at some unknown moment.

The tip of the bamboo stalk in his hand was still dripping with blood. If he had just pierced their throats or foreheads, they would already be dead.

"If the wounds on your chests are not treated within one hour, you will surely die. Now all of you, get down the mountain."

Pei Yuhang spoke again. This time, not a single one of them dared to disobey.

"Thank you, Hero Pei, for sparing our lives!"

The four masters bowed in unison before hurriedly retreating.

After the bamboo forest fell silent once more, a charming figure appeared behind Pei Yuhang, bringing with her a gust of fragrant wind.

"My dear Xiaohan is so impressive~ Look how scared you made them."

Shang Miaoyan wrapped her arms around Pei Yuhang's neck from behind, whispering and blowing into his ear.

"Xiaohan, I've already invited Lin Qianyan to face you in a decisive battle ten days from now. Tell me, after you defeat her, how about we do some... fun things... right in front of her~?"

"Hee hee hee~ Who in this world would ever imagine that you, the number one master, are the little pet of the Demon Sect Saintess?~

Once Lin Qianyan spreads the word about you and me, you won't be able to survive in the Righteous Dao anymore, Xiaohan. Then you can obediently follow me back to the Demon Sect, right? When that time comes, your master Miaoyan wants to have lots and lots of children with you~"

Pei Yuhang's brow furrowed, disgust flashing in his eyes.

But faced with the small hands that began to unfasten his robes, he was helpless.

'Second in the world... can you save me?'

Pei Yuhang thought of the line of small words that had suddenly appeared on his arm a few days ago, visible only to him. His heart was filled with both immense anticipation and immense worry.

As Shang Miaoyan roughly stripped off Pei Yuhang's clothes, the small words on his arm appeared once again.

Beware of Shang Miaoyan... Trust Lin Qianyan.