Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 47: Bai Jingjing is a Little Curious About Peng Sword Immortal in That Aspect

"Master, I'm heading back to cultivate~"

"Mm. If there's anything you don't understand, ask Yueqiu first. If you're still confused after that, use the Transmission Token to leave me a message... I'm afraid I'll be quite busy for a while, so I may not have many opportunities to guide you and Yueqiu in your cultivation."

Hearing the apology in Pei Yuhang's voice, Yu Xiaoyan waved her hand dismissively.

"Don't blame yourself, Master. My senior sister and I both understand."

As she spoke, Yu Xiaoyan suddenly leaned in and whispered in Pei Yuhang's ear,

"I think you're under way too much pressure, Master. If you'd like, Xiaoxiao can keep you company and help you relax."

The girl finished speaking, her face flushed with a bashful blush. She stole a glance at Pei Yuhang, then turned and scampered away, her slender calves clad in crescent-white silk stockings.

"That girl..."

Pei Yuhang watched Yu Xiaoyan acting like a child and couldn't help but smile.

VMMM—

Silence, the sword at his waist, trembled slightly, letting out a hum.

Wisps of frosty air seeped from the scabbard, coalescing mid-air into a pretty, poker-faced girl with small, bare feet.

Bai Jingjing glanced in the direction Yu Xiaoyan had gone, then looked at Pei Yuhang. "For some reason, I can't stand that little disciple of yours. I don't like her."

"I'm not surprised to hear you say that. You don't like anyone, as long as they're human."

Pei Yuhang yawned and turned toward his quarters.

'I should pack up and head to the Dao Sect's Spirit Plant Market to buy the other materials Senior Sister Lu needs for the Spirit-Storage Pill. Once I have all the ingredients, I'll go to Dan Yun Pavilion and ask Senior Sister Lu to craft the Spirit-Storage Pill. The sooner I resolve the issue with Xiaoxiao's Divine Soul, the sooner she can face her Golden Core Celestial Tribulation with peace of mind. And then there's the matter of Senior Sister Lu... Leaving Guoxin Island without saying goodbye in person was incredibly rude. I have to visit her and apologize properly. I should also ask if she needs help with anything. Otherwise, being so indebted to her will weigh on my mind and hinder my cultivation.'

When Pei Yuhang gave her a curt reply and then ignored her, Bai Jingjing's cheeks puffed out in a frustrated pout.

She flew in front of Pei Yuhang and grumbled,

"I think your assessment of me is biased!"

"Oh? Does a radical Demon Race supremacist like you actually like a human?"

Bai Jingjing blinked. "I think your head disciple is great. She's a wonderful woman!"

As she spoke, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes, and she used her hands to gesture a large, round shape in front of her chest.

Fortunately, whenever Bai Jingjing underwent her Transformation, she never bothered to form any underpants. This forced Pei Yuhang to avert his gaze, not wanting to look up at her.

Otherwise, if he, her master, saw his own Sword Spirit making such a crude joke about Qing Yueqiu, he would have no choice but to blast her with Yang Fire until she yelped.

"You like Qing Yueqiu? Don't make me laugh. You just like tricking the simple-minded girl into waiting on you like a servant!"

Pei Yuhang ruthlessly exposed his Sword Spirit's dark past.

Back when Pei Yuhang had just brought a young Qing Yueqiu—who had aspired to be nothing more than a beggar in the Capital City—back to the Dao Sect, he experienced a sudden flash of insight in his cultivation. He decided to enter seclusion for a while, leaving Bai Jingjing to teach Qing Yueqiu the rudiments of the Sword Dao.

He never imagined that during that time, Bai Jingjing would use his authority as a pretense to threaten the poor girl. She claimed that if Qing Yueqiu failed to serve her—the sword—properly, Pei Yuhang would throw her out.

This terrified the young Qing Yueqiu.

To avoid being kicked out, Qing Yueqiu served the sword, Silence, with the utmost diligence.

This included, but was not limited to: meticulously applying sword oil every hour, bathing the sword in morning dew collected in an incense burner, and telling jokes or stories to keep Bai Jingjing entertained.

If Qing Yueqiu had known how to play any instruments, she probably would have been forced to give Bai Jingjing daily musical performances as well.

When Pei Yuhang emerged from seclusion and learned what had happened, he was enraged. If Qing Yueqiu hadn't held him back, he would have melted Silence down and forged it into a wok, forcing Bai Jingjing to "re-spec" from a Sword Spirit to a Wok Spirit, destined to spend her days in the company of grease and smoke.

With Pei Yuhang bringing up the past, Bai Jingjing knew she was in the wrong. She guiltily averted her eyes and muttered,

"I guided your disciple in the rudiments of the Sword Dao, so what if I enjoyed myself a little? Look at you, getting all worked up..."

Seeing Yang Fire begin to coalesce in Pei Yuhang's palm, Bai Jingjing instinctively covered her small bottom and dared not say another word.

Pei Yuhang looked at his mischievous, good-for-nothing Sword Spirit and felt a wave of exasperation.

He still remembered when Bai Jingjing had first become his Sword Spirit. She had been so aloof that she hadn't spoken ten sentences to him in three months, which was why he had named his sword "Silence."

Who would have thought that after he got to know her, the once stoic Sword Spirit would "evolve" into a smug little brat who never stopped talking?

'If I'd known then what I know now, I would have named the sword "Three Months,"' he thought. 'As in, it's only good for three months before you have to get rid of it.'

Once Bai Jingjing fell silent, Pei Yuhang's efficiency skyrocketed. He returned to his quarters to grab some Spirit Stones, changed his clothes, then rode his sword toward the Dao Sect's Spirit Plant Market to purchase the remaining ingredients for the Spirit-Storage Pill.

As Pei Yuhang flew through the air on his sword, Bai Jingjing floated beside her master like a phantom, her legs casually crossed.

She looked at Pei Yuhang, still dressed in the same white robes, and pouted.

'Hmph. His entire wardrobe is filled with this same outfit. What was there to even change into?'

Although Pei Yuhang in his white robes was widely considered the most dashing and handsome male Sword Immortal in the Xuanyuan Dao Sect, with countless Fairies secretly collecting portraits of him soaring on his sword, Bai Jingjing had to look at him all day and was getting a little bored of the sight.

'It'd be nice if Pei Yuhang would wear something else for a change.'

She remembered the Yin Yang Sacred Land had some interesting outfits for male Cultivators, clothes designed to increase the "attack speed" of Female Cultivators. She wondered what effect they would have if Pei Yuhang wore them.

'If he dressed up properly, he'd probably be more alluring than a Fairy, wouldn't he?'

Struck by a sudden whim, Bai Jingjing's round, dark eyes began to scan Pei Yuhang's body up and down.

'I never really paid attention before,' she mused. 'This guy isn't just handsome, he's got a nice body too. No wonder he drives so many Fairies head over heels and made that Saintess from the Yin Yang Sacred Land pine for him for a century. Speaking of which, Pei Yuhang must be pretty amazing in... *that* department, right? I think Ye Liyuan complained about it once... I wonder what *that* feels like. It's enough to make these Cultivators, who've lived for hundreds of years and are supposed to be above worldly desires, just as obsessed as any cliché mortal. I'm a little curious...'

Before she knew it, Bai Jingjing was lost in her thoughts, not even noticing that Pei Yuhang had already arrived.

"Bai Jingjing, Bai Jingjing!"

Pei Yuhang had to call her name twice before the young Sword Spirit snapped out of her daze.

When her eyes met Pei Yuhang's questioning gaze, she felt her heart race, though she couldn't understand why—she didn't even have a physical body anymore.

Bai Jingjing frowned, snorted, and flew back into Silence without another word to Pei Yuhang.

Her bizarre behavior left her master speechless.

Not that Pei Yuhang paid it much mind. After all, his Sword Spirit had never been entirely normal.