Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 356 343: Pei Yuhang Meets Shang Miaoyan Again

Pei Yuhang held Qing Yueqiu's hand, feeling a cold wind laced with ice crystals and snowflakes greet them from afar.

"Master, we're almost home."

As Qing Yueqiu spoke, the small hand tightly gripping Pei Yuhang's gently let go.

Pei Yuhang felt the girl's soft, delicate hand slowly withdraw from his palm.

He looked up at Qing Yueqiu, but she did not meet his gaze.

"Master, you should go back and see the Mistress. I'll head back first to put my things away."

Without giving Pei Yuhang a chance to reply, the silver-haired girl leaped gracefully. Swift as a swallow, she rose into the air with Sword Control.

Under the sunlight, her flowing silver hair shimmered brightly. Her figure quickly receded into the wind and snow, leaving only a faint, silvery afterimage that vanished in an instant, like a wisp of smoke.

Pei Yuhang stood rooted to the spot, gazing in the direction she had gone. A wave of complex emotions washed over him, for he now understood his beloved disciple's feelings.

Qing Yueqiu had always been thoughtful. She was clearly trying to avoid arousing suspicion, not wanting to appear too close to him in front of Liyuan.

'Can I really get Liyuan to accept Yueqiu and Qianqian, and even that girl Xiaoxiao?'

Pei Yuhang murmured softly.

WHOOSH—

A gentle breeze blew toward him, carrying a faint fragrance. At first, it was nothing special, but the lingering scent became increasingly rich and alluring.

'This fragrance...'

Pei Yuhang's brow furrowed. He snorted coldly and said, "Shang Miaoyan, how did you know I was returning today? Wait... you had me followed again!"

Following Pei Yuhang's harsh rebuke, the bank of clouds ahead slowly parted, revealing a bewitching figure.

Shang Miaoyan was lying lazily amidst the clouds, her figure graceful and alluring, like an enchanting flower in full bloom.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at the Pei Yuhang she hadn't seen in a long time. The corners of her lips curved into a half-smile, but her eyes held a hint of mockery and coldness.

"Xiaohan, your Cultivation has improved quite a bit. You were actually able to see through my Concealing Technique."

Her voice was lazy and soft, yet it carried a faint undercurrent of sarcasm.

"It seems that in the days since you left the Dao Sect, you've made quite a bit of use of the Yang Emperor Heart Scripture to dual cultivate with high-quality women, haven't you?"

Pei Yuhang's expression instantly darkened, a flash of anger in his eyes.

"What do you mean by that?"

Shang Miaoyan chuckled softly and slowly sat up from the clouds. Her slender fingers toyed with a lock of hair falling over her shoulder, but her gaze suddenly sharpened, piercing Pei Yuhang's heart like a blade.

"Do I really need to spell it out for you? Let's not even talk about Lin Qianyan. What is going on between you and your disciple?"

Her voice suddenly rose, laced with unconcealed accusation and displeasure.

Shang Miaoyan stared intently at the hand Pei Yuhang had just been holding the silver-haired girl's with, her gaze so dark it could have dripped ink.

'She had only wanted to intercept Xiaohan for a passionate reunion after so long apart. She never thought she'd see him cheating on her with her own two eyes!'

'That's right, Pei Yuhang was her man. Any intimacy he shared with another woman meant he was cheating on her!'

Shang Miaoyan naturally recognized the silver-haired girl and knew she harbored inappropriate feelings for Pei Yuhang.

But she had never cared before.

'In her eyes, the girl was far too naive. All desire, no nerve. What was there to worry about?'

'—Just some background character, that's all.'

Now, however, a monstrous wave surged through her heart.

'The smile on Pei Yuhang's face just now with Qing Yueqiu hadn't been fake. It was a kind of tenderness and ease he'd never once shown with her.'

'She had only ever seen that look on him when he was with Ye Liyuan.'

'So what was this supposed to mean?'

'Was Pei Yuhang with Qing Yueqiu not because that little wench used some despicable trick, but because he was the one who initiated it?'

'This stubborn man, this White-clothed Sword Immortal she'd spent decades trying to conquer without ever earning his favor... had been won over by a slip of a girl more than a hundred years her junior!'

Shang Miaoyan's nails dug deep into her palms, an irrepressible feeling of agitation and unease surging through her.

'The woman she'd been most worried about was Lin Qianyan—a woman whose status and strength were on par with hers, perhaps even superior in some ways.'

'But why did this Qing Yueqiu have to pop out of nowhere!'

'And now it seemed she was taking Ye Liyuan's place...'

'First it was Lin Qianyan, and now this... one thing after another! She hated it when things slipped out of her control!'

Shang Miaoyan's gaze grew colder, but her lips curved into a gentle smile. Her voice, however, was exceptionally chilling:

"Xiaohan, can you tell me what happened between you and that little silver-haired girl?"

"That woman must have used some despicable means to control you, right? A Curse Seal, a Gu Insect, an Illusion Technique, or something even more sinister?"

"Don't be afraid. If you're under some restriction and can't speak, just give me a hint. Miaoyan will definitely save you~!

How dare that ungrateful, rebellious disciple bully you like this! I'll definitely make her pay!"

As Shang Miaoyan spoke, a malevolent aura flashed in her eyes. The turbulent Spiritual Qi behind her twisted into a black-red lotus Dharma Aspect, making the air crackle like muffled thunder.

VMMMM—

A cold gleam of light cut through the air with a sharp hum, finally stopping in front of Shang Miaoyan, the tip of the sword aimed directly between her eyebrows.

Her eyes widened in disbelief at Pei Yuhang, who was pointing his sword at her. Her fingers trembled slightly as they gripped her sleeve, her knuckles turning white from the force.

The White-clothed Sword Immortal's face was expressionless, but the iciness in his eyes was enough to freeze mountains and rivers.

"You... you're thinking of killing me? For that little girl?"

Shang Miaoyan's voice trembled, a mixture of shock and self-mockery in her tone.

The corners of her lips forced a miserable smile, but a flash of pain and resentment crossed her eyes.

Dressed in white that outshone the snow, Pei Yuhang remained expressionless. The longsword in his hand hung steady in the air, its tip perfectly still.

"..."

When Shang Miaoyan saw he wasn't answering, the anger and sense of injustice in her heart instantly erupted.

Her face went from pale to flushed, her eyes burning with a furious blaze. Her voice rose sharply, bordering on hysterical.

"You bastard... On what grounds? Don't you forget, everything about you is under my control!

Neither Lin Qianyan nor that little brat will ever take you from me."

Shang Miaoyan's chest heaved violently. She was breathing rapidly, like a caged beast struggling to break free.

Faced with Shang Miaoyan in such a state, Pei Yuhang finally spoke.

"Shang Miaoyan, my affairs are not for you to meddle in. Your current lack of composure only disappoints me further."

Hearing this, Shang Miaoyan's face instantly turned as white as a sheet.

But Pei Yuhang's gaze was calm as he continued to speak the most cutting words imaginable to the woman before him, the number one beauty in all the land.

"You once knelt on the ground, crying and hugging my leg, saying that the awful things you did to me back then were only because you were young and didn't know how to love."

"So what about now? Have you grown up? Is this what you call knowing how to love?"

"I..."

Her body swayed slightly, as if she had been struck hard by his words, and she involuntarily took a step back.

Even though Shang Miaoyan's delicate body was already trembling uncontrollably, Pei Yuhang still didn't let her off the hook.

"Just listen to those possessive words of yours. The truth is, you don't love anyone but yourself. You only want to satisfy your own greed and lust! You're a truly wretched woman.

So what if you can control me? Sleeping with you... I feel not a shred of interest."

He looked at Shang Miaoyan, the fighting spirit gone from her eyes, snorted coldly, sheathed his Silent Sword, and then turned and left.