novelraw Chapter 45: Everything of Master's Is Mine
Chapter 45: Everything of Master's Is Mine
Pei Yuhang did not disturb his Dao Companion's rest any further. After brewing a pot of nourishing and warming Spirit Tea for Liyuan, he exited the secret chamber.
The snow in the Cold Palace Sword Mansion was still falling heavily. A single night's accumulation had nearly buried Pei Yuhang's calves.
Even though Pei Yuhang had lived here for thirty years after becoming Dao Companions with Ye Liyuan, he had rarely seen such heavy snowfall.
"I suppose it's time to clean up."
Pei Yuhang turned his palm to the sky. An Iron Sword on the training ground answered his call, soaring into the air and landing in his hand.
As if sensing what Pei Yuhang intended to do, the Silent Sword at his waist quickly flew up and away, keeping its distance.
Pei Yuhang blew out a breath of hot air. As the white vapor was scattered by the cold wind, his hand, tightly gripping the hilt, began to slowly draw the sword from its sheath.
The white light from the unsheathed blade was like a great sun rising. The mansion, once in the midst of a snowy winter, instantly felt as if it had been transported to a dry, scorching desert.
The thick snow within the mansion evaporated into dew in a flash, and the dew, in turn, was instantly vaporized.
Under the Sword Aura, which shone like a great sun, the heavy blizzard in the sky melted into a light drizzle. The clouds that had perpetually shrouded the Cold Palace Sword Mansion for ten thousand years were also dispersed by this Extreme Yang sword light, allowing warm pillars of sunlight to fall upon the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.
DRIP—
A drop of molten iron trickled from between Pei Yuhang's fingers, dripping to the ground and leaving a scorched hole.
He flicked away the last remnants of the completely melted Iron Sword from his hand and let out a satisfied breath.
'Releasing some of this pent-up Giant Yang fire is truly refreshing.'
Pei Yuhang looked at the much cleaner mansion and smiled with satisfaction.
Possessing the Innate Giant Sun Saint Body, he naturally excelled at Extreme Yang and Fire Attribute Techniques or Sword Dao. Unfortunately, his own Yang attribute spiritual energy was too terrifying and easy to lose control of.
To this day, Pei Yuhang had yet to find a sword capable of withstanding his Extreme Yang Power. Ordinary Magical Treasures and Spirit Swords would begin to crack after a single swing, their materials unable to bear the terrifying heat.
As for the Refined Iron Treasure Swords used for training, they would turn to molten iron with just one strike.
Therefore, Pei Yuhang usually only used Cold Attribute Sword Techniques. He would never bring out his trump card, the Extreme Yang Sword Technique, unless faced with a life-or-death crisis.
In the past century, the only time Pei Yuhang had desperately unleashed his Innate Giant Yang Divine Fire at full power was to block the Blood Evil Tribulation Thunder for a gravely injured and unconscious Ye Liyuan.
Although his Divinity Transformation Cultivation had fallen to the Nascent Soul realm after blocking that Thunder Tribulation, he had no regrets.
Just as Pei Yuhang was reminiscing a little while activating the long-dormant Giant Sun Divine Fire within him—
"Master!"
A sweet, delicate voice called out from nearby. Yu Xiaoyan could be seen rushing over, riding her Spirit Sword through the air.
She seemed to be inexperienced with Sword Flight. The closer she got to Pei Yuhang, the more her control faltered, and the sword began to wobble uncontrollably from side to side. It made one worry that the lovely girl might accidentally fall.
"Ah—"
Yu Xiaoyan shuddered and cried out in alarm. The Spirit Sword beneath her feet completely lost control, sending its master plummeting toward the ground.
Without rescue, a direct fall from such a height would gravely injure even a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator.
Pei Yuhang's eyes sharpened. He took a single step, instantly teleporting in front of Yu Xiaoyan and catching her in his arms.
After he arrived, the out-of-control Spirit Sword obediently stilled in mid-air and stopped moving erratically.
"Xiaoxiao, I remember telling you when I taught you the Sword Control Technique: if you haven't mastered it, don't fly too high or too fast! And even if you do fly, you must have your senior sister with you!"
Pei Yuhang frowned, his expression stern.
Like a little kitten, Yu Xiaoyan obediently curled up in Pei Yuhang's arms. Seemingly afraid to see the reprimand in her master's eyes, she buried her face in his chest, not daring to look up at him.
"It's Master's fault for suddenly making such a huge commotion... I... I was just worried about you... that's why I rushed over."
"Hmph, if I'd known Master would be this angry... I might as well have stayed in my room and cultivated obediently like Senior Sister. I came running to check on you, and all I get is a scolding..."
Yu Xiaoyan said pitifully, tears beginning to well up in her soft, moist eyes.
Seeing this, Pei Yuhang opened his mouth, but for a moment, he couldn't bring himself to say another word of reprimand.
He descended from the sky while holding Yu Xiaoyan. Seeing that his young disciple was still clinging to him, sulking and refusing to get down, he said with a helpless sigh:
"Xiaoxiao... The reason Master scolds you is that I'm afraid something might happen to you. You should know that in the Cultivation Realm, the stricter the master, the farther a disciple can walk on the path of the Great Dao..."
"Besides... the fact that you came running to check on me because you were worried... makes Master very happy."
Hearing this, Yu Xiaoyan joyfully raised her head, looking at Pei Yuhang with anticipation in her teary, glistening eyes.
"Really?"
"Really."
Seeing the smile return to his little disciple's face, Pei Yuhang raised his hand and ruffled her hair.
Yu Xiaoyan closed her eyes, smiling as she enjoyed her master patting her little head.
Unfortunately, an incredibly jarring, sarcastic voice echoed from her Heart Lake, souring Yu Xiaoyan's mood.
'Xiaoxiao, my dear little sister, your acting skills truly impress me~ That poor, foolish master, being played like a fiddle by the disciple he thinks is so pure and innocent.'
'Shut up, you wretched slave! If you don't speak, no one will think you're a mute!'
From an angle Pei Yuhang couldn't see, a vicious glint flashed in Yu Xiaoyan's eyes.
'Xiaoxiao, what kind of good little sister calls her older sister that?'
'It's so disheartening~ This sister has a name, you know. It's Yu Gu Nan. Even if you don't call me "Sister," just using my name would be considered polite of you.'
Yu Xiaoyan could barely stand her "sister's" nagging and was starting to regret sharing her senses with her.
The thought that while her master was caressing her, this wretched slave could simultaneously feel his warm hand and smell his pleasant scent filled Yu Xiaoyan with incomparable resentment.
'Damn it! Master's warmth, his scent—it's all mine!'
'It should all belong to me! On what grounds should I have to share it with someone else?!'
Unfortunately, this was her contract with Yu Gu Nan.
As long as she allowed Yu Gu Nan to share her senses whenever she was in control of the body, and promised her one hour of control over the body each day, Yu Gu Nan had promised not to cause trouble after their Divine Soul Fusion.
Yu Xiaoyan had reasoned that since the wretched slave would be able to control her body after the Divine Soul Fusion anyway, agreeing to her demands merely meant bringing that day forward. And so, she had agreed.