Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 56: Miaoyan's "Revenge" on Xiaohan in Front of Liyuan

"Fellow Daoist Shui'Er, let me introduce you. This is my Dao Companion—Pei Yuhang."

Ye Liyuan's eyes curved into smiling crescents, her tone filled with joy and pride.

It was as if introducing Pei Yuhang was like showing off a priceless treasure that belonged only to her.

"Well, well—the Cold Sun Sword Immortal is truly as magnificent as they say. Seeing you in person is so much better than just hearing about you."

Shang Miaoyan gazed at the handsome White-clothed Sword Immortal before her, smiling as she placed a fingertip on her soft lips and sucked on it.

How could Pei Yuhang not recognize that familiar, seductive demeanor?

Even though she had a different face, one look at the charm rooted deep in her bones was enough to know this woman was the Saintess, Shang Miaoyan.

Pei Yuhang looked at Shang Miaoyan, who stood before him disguised as the Golden Core Stage Cultivator "Shui'Er," and for a moment couldn't figure out her purpose for coming here.

'At least, judging from the joy on Liyuan's face... she and Shang Miaoyan are getting along swimmingly? That means Shang Miaoyan has, for the most part, kept her word and hasn't told Liyuan anything she shouldn't have.'

'So what is this woman really here for? It can't be that she just came over to keep my Dao Companion company because she was bored at home, right...?'

Pei Yuhang couldn't figure it out for now. He decided he could only play along with this Witch's act and see what happened.

He waved his hand with feigned nonchalance and said with a smile,

"Fellow Daoist Shui'Er, you're too kind. The title 'Cold Sun Sword Immortal' is just an exaggeration that got a little out of hand.

You can just call me Fellow Daoist Pei."

Seeing how quickly Pei Yuhang caught on and started playing along for Ye Liyuan's benefit, Shang Miaoyan was struck by a mischievous whim, finding the situation quite amusing.

An apologetic look crossed her face as she said,

"I came in such a hurry today and visited you without preparing a proper gift, Fellow Daoist Pei. I hope you'll forgive me."

"Not at all, Fellow Daoist Shui'Er. Your visit to my humble home was unexpected, so I was also unprepared. Please forgive my poor hospitality."

On the surface, Pei Yuhang maintained a polite smile, but he secretly sent a Divine Sense transmission to Shang Miaoyan, questioning her sternly:

[Shang Miaoyan! What is your purpose in coming to see Liyuan?! If I find out you dare to harm her...]

[Xiaohan, look at you, getting all worked up again~]

[Miaoyan came here specifically to make friends with Fairy Ye, you know. Haven't you noticed how happy Fairy Ye is right now? I just discovered that Fairy Ye is so much fun. We click as if we're long-lost best friends.]

[Xiaohan, seeing me and Fairy Ye getting along so well, are you going to get jealous in the future~?]

Shang Miaoyan's lazy and composed reply to Pei Yuhang's interrogation was so soft and yielding that it made him feel as though his questions were punches landing on cotton—utterly powerless.

Just as Pei Yuhang was about to say more, he saw Ye Liyuan walk over.

"Ah Han, come inside. Don't just stand at the door being polite with Fellow Daoist Shui'Er."

Ye Liyuan took Pei Yuhang's arm, pulled him into the room, and carefully brushed the melted snow from his hair and clothes.

Shang Miaoyan, who had been feeling a little smug watching Pei Yuhang's frustration, saw this tender moment between the Dao Companions, and her expression darkened.

'Tch. A simple Dust Clearing Technique could have gotten rid of that little bit of snow, but this Ye Liyuan just had to clean it off herself. How damn pretentious.'

'And that idiot Pei Yuhang, actually smiling so foolishly. Can't he see Ye Liyuan is just pretending to be the doting wife?'

'Her act is so fake!'

'Damn it... You never used to smile at me like that...'

'It's disgusting.'

Shang Miaoyan instantly lost all interest in bickering with Pei Yuhang. She sat back down in her chair and listlessly refilled her empty teacup.

Meanwhile, Ye Liyuan finished carefully straightening Pei Yuhang's clothes. She came back to her senses and looked at the obviously dejected Fellow Daoist Shui'Er, quickly understanding the reason behind it.

'Did Fellow Daoist Shui'Er see that tender moment between Ah Han and me, and it reminded her of that scoundrel who abandoned her?'

'Sigh, I didn't realize Fellow Daoist Shui'Er was so sensitive.'

Ye Liyuan felt a little embarrassed. Flaunting her blissful life as a Dao Companion in front of someone so heartbroken was undoubtedly like stabbing a dagger into their Heart Lake.

Ye Liyuan was never one to beat around the bush. After pulling Pei Yuhang to sit across from Shang Miaoyan, she took the initiative to comfort her.

"Fellow Daoist Shui'Er, were you thinking about that awful man again just now?"

Shang Miaoyan secretly glanced at Pei Yuhang, and tears that would inspire pity in anyone immediately welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Sister Ye, how did you know?"

Pei Yuhang: "?"

The White-clothed Sword Immortal glanced at his Dao Companion beside him, his eyes filled with deep confusion.

He had a feeling he had missed something extremely important.

Ye Liyuan saw the question in Pei Yuhang's eyes but shook her head, choosing not to tell him about Fellow Daoist Shui'Er's situation. 'After all,' she thought, 'a Female Cultivator as sensitive as Fellow Daoist Shui'Er surely wouldn't want to easily show her vulnerable side to others, right?'

So, Ye Liyuan didn't explain anything to her Ah Han. Instead, she took out a handkerchief and took the initiative to wipe the teardrops from the corners of Shang Miaoyan's eyes.

"Sigh, Fellow Daoist Shui'Er... why do you put yourself through this?"

"I know what you're saying is true, Sister Ye. That man is just a greedy, lecherous, selfish scoundrel... But, but I really can't forget him..."

As Shang Miaoyan sobbed out her story, Pei Yuhang, who was watching from the sidelines, frowned.

'This woman... what on earth has she been telling Liyuan?'

'It's only because Liyuan is so kind-hearted that she'd patiently comfort you through your hypocritical sobbing... Tch, such a pretentious crybaby.'

Pei Yuhang couldn't be bothered to watch Shang Miaoyan's performance. He simply raised his teacup and took a sip of water on his own.

But soon, his expression darkened as he felt a mischievous, tickling sensation on his leg, like the flick of a cat's tail.

That "cat's tail," clad in a silky stocking, didn't seem content with just tickling Pei Yuhang's ankle—it wanted to climb higher!

Pei Yuhang looked up, his gaze cold as he stared at Shang Miaoyan, who was still being comforted by Liyuan.

Just then, Liyuan finished wiping the tear stains from Shang Miaoyan's eyes with the handkerchief, revealing her red, moist eyes. Feeling Pei Yuhang's gaze, Shang Miaoyan secretly looked back at him. The sadness in her eyes was swept away, replaced by nothing but malicious glee.

[Xiaohan, you've been running around all day. Your legs must be terribly sore, right?]

[Let Miaoyan use her little feet to give you a nice massage and help you relax~]

The teasing Sound of Divine Sense arrived, and along with it came a tickle that seeped deep into his bones.

Pei Yuhang looked down, his face stiffening.

Because, stretching out from across the table, a small foot clad in a thin, black stocking was swinging wantonly.

And Ye Liyuan was sitting right next to him!