Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 41: Peng Sword Immortal's Memoir (1): The Imprisoned Canary, a Beautiful Young Man

"Young Master Pei, the Holy Daughter said that if you just give in a little, she will give you food and water... To become the Holy Daughter's first Cauldron Slave is something countless lowly slaves in the Sacred Land can only dream of.

To be favored by the Holy Daughter means a life even more luxurious than that of an Emperor. Why must you suffer like this?"

The maid named Fan Ya spoke, but inside the exquisite, large birdcage woven from gold, the imprisoned, handsome young man showed no sign of turning around.

If not for the rise and fall of his chest with each breath, one might have thought the beautiful young man was already a corpse.

"Hmph, Sister! Stop trying to persuade him!"

"He was favored by the Holy Daughter but doesn't cherish it. It seems he's nothing but a pretty face, without the sense to grasp a golden opportunity. A fool like him should just hurry up and starve to death. It would save the Holy Daughter from having to think about you every day!"

A maid who bore a strong resemblance to Fan Ya said huffily.

She was Fan Ya's younger sister, named Fan Xuan.

Compared to her mature and capable older sister, this more youthful and energetic little maid was clearly more impulsive.

While Fan Ya was still respectful toward Pei Yuhang, this little maid, Fan Xuan, who deeply adored the Holy Daughter, found that the more she looked at Pei Yuhang, the angrier she became.

She was furious that Pei Yuhang, a mere servant, dared to repeatedly defy the Holy Daughter's commands with such rebelliousness.

It was utterly outrageous!

Fan Xuan had never seen such a defiant person. 'Since you're already the Holy Daughter's servant, your mission should be to cooperate fully with her dual cultivation!'

'If you could burn yourself out for the sake of the Holy Daughter's Great Dao, that would be even more admirable!'

'But to this day, he still refuses to sleep with the Holy Daughter!'

The Holy Daughter, on whom the Sacred Land had placed such high hopes, couldn't even handle a young virgin. If word of this got out, wouldn't the entire Sacred Land laugh at their Saintess Hall?

Now, facing the stubborn-as-a-rock Pei Yuhang, Fan Xuan couldn't hold back any longer. She faced the handsome young man and let out all her pent-up frustrations.

Her expression of sheer frustration was just like that of a class president lecturing her deskmate on following school rules.

Perhaps unable to bear Fan Xuan's incessant chattering, Pei Yuhang's long-motionless body finally trembled.

He turned around, allowing Fan Xuan to see his face.

He was a pale, thin youth. This frail, broken quality gave Pei Yuhang the air of a melancholic pretty boy.

Even Fan Xuan, who detested Pei Yuhang, had to admit when she met his bright eyes that the young man was truly handsome. It was no wonder the Holy Daughter doted on him so.

Seeing Fan Xuan's stunned gaze, Pei Yuhang scoffed disdainfully.

"What, are you looking at me like that because you want to get intimate?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xuan's face immediately flushed.

"You are the Holy Daughter's servant! How can you say such things to me? This is a capital offense, do you know that?! If I report this to the Holy Daughter, you can just wait for death!"

Beside them, Fan Ya also frowned. She took her sister's hand, signaling for her to calm down.

"Young Master Pei, Fan Xuan is just a humble maid who serves the Holy Daughter. Please refrain from saying things that could easily cause a misunderstanding with the Holy Daughter."

Pei Yuhang tilted his head nonchalantly. He wanted to stand and stretch, but his body was too weak from hunger, so he had no choice but to remain seated.

But even though his body was exhausted, his will remained as firm as ever.

Pei Yuhang stared directly at Fan Xuan, whose face was so flushed it seemed her cheeks might burst, and said coldly:

"What are you Witches pretending for? You talk about doing everything for the Holy Daughter, but in reality, you've been coveting me all along. Coveting your own master's personal plaything, right?"

"Y-You, what nonsense are you talking about! How could I ever think that!"

Fan Xuan's voice trembled slightly.

The disdain on Pei Yuhang's face deepened. He laboriously raised a weak arm and began to pull at his sash.

"Come on, open the cage, and I'm all yours. Your respected Holy Daughter isn't in the hall right now. You can vent your filthy desires however you want."

Fan Xuan felt that her loyalty to the Holy Daughter had been insulted.

She clenched her fists and shouted, "Even if you keep tempting me, I will never betray the Holy Daughter!"

Pei Yuhang couldn't be bothered with Fan Xuan's pledge of loyalty. He knew he no longer had any chance of freedom, so his heart was already dead. He didn't care about anything anymore.

"Don't stand there acting all pure, you demon who's destroyed who knows how many men!"

"You!"

Hearing Pei Yuhang's words, Fan Xuan's eyes reddened, and she actually turned and ran out.

Fan Ya looked at her sister, then back at the indifferent Pei Yuhang, and sighed helplessly.

"Young Master Pei… We maids of the lowest status only have a Qi Refining Cultivation. We are not qualified to practice the Yin Yang Dao Secret Technique… Fan Xuan still has her Virgin Primordial Yin. You shouldn't have said that to her."

Pei Yuhang glanced at Fan Ya and said coolly, "What does any of that have to do with me, the Cultivation Resources fated to be drained dry by Shang Miaoyan?"

"..."

Fan Ya was stunned for a moment before silently withdrawing.

Once Pei Yuhang was alone, he could finally enjoy a rare moment of peace.

The handsome young man raised his hand, looking at a Silver Ring on his finger.

In the gentle sunlight, the ring glittered. Even so, the conspicuous small character carved on it was clearly visible.

—Lin.

"Qianqian… I might not be able to go back."

He caressed the cool Silver Ring, his voice tinged with sorrow.

"Pei Yuhang, you're bolder than I imagined. You knew I placed a surveillance Array around you, yet you still dared to flirt with my maids right under my nose."

At some point, a pair of feet wrapped in semi-transparent black silk socks had appeared behind Pei Yuhang.

Shang Miaoyan's hands passed through the gaps in the golden-wired cage and gently cradled Pei Yuhang's head.

Her meticulously manicured nails were adorned with sparkling tiny diamonds. As they slowly grazed across Pei Yuhang's neck, they felt cool and ticklish.

"If you think I've brought you shame, then just get it over with. Stop dawdling."

Pei Yuhang's eyes were calm, showing not the slightest fear of the killing intent behind him.

He caressed the ring on his finger, closed his eyes, and waited.

'Sigh, I'm probably the most pathetic transmigrator ever. Captured by a Witch to be kept as a caged plaything, and now my run is over before I've accomplished anything.'

'If I die this time, will I get another chance to transmigrate?'

'But even if I do, I'll never have the chance to meet Qianqian again, will I…'

However, the expected pain of his neck being sliced open never came.

The golden-wired cage behind him was torn open, and cool hands cupped his face.

Then, his mouth was forcefully pried open.

Pei Yuhang struggled in terror, but his weak body was held tightly in the woman's embrace, utterly powerless to resist.

A suffocatingly deep kiss, and an embrace so tight it felt as if it would meld the two of them together.

When Pei Yuhang saw the unprecedented, soaring excitement in Shang Miaoyan's eyes, he finally realized.

This Saintess was not mentally sound.

It seemed the more he resisted, the more he sought death, the more excited she became.