Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 68: Divine Sword Pavilion

This time, Qing Yueqiu was uncharacteristically rebellious, refusing to just listen to him and insisting on going to the Divine Sword Pavilion to retrieve a sword.

Pei Yuhang sighed in resignation. He personally channeled his own Spiritual Qi into Qing Yueqiu's body, secretly using the Yang Replenishing Yin Secret Technique to help her quickly return to peak condition.

Yu Gu Nan watched as her Senior Sister's face rapidly flushed rosy red. She kept letting out soft, irrepressible moans of pleasure, and her eyes grew moist and dazed. Seeing this, Yu Gu Nan's own eyes widened slightly.

'Wait, Master!'

'Are you sure you're using a *proper* Magic Technique to help Senior Sister recover her Spiritual Qi? You didn't mix up your spells and use the Bedroom Secret Technique you share with Mistress on her, did you?!'

Sensing Yu Gu Nan's suspicious gaze, Pei Yuhang's expression turned stern as he announced in a clear, resonant voice:

"Yueqiu's Spiritual Qi is depleted. I am using my Supreme Yang Qi to nourish her body. It's perfectly normal for her to have some strange reactions the first time. Gu Nan, you needn't be so alarmed."

"..."

In her haze, Qing Yueqiu seemed to overhear the conversation between her Master and her little junior sister. Her misty, desire-filled eyes cleared slightly. She looked at Yu Gu Nan and said in a somewhat raspy voice:

"Don't worry, Junior Sister Xiaoxiao. I can feel that my body is better than it's ever been. Don't disturb Master while he's transferring his energy to me."

Watching the master and disciple, Yu Gu Nan felt an inexplicable fire of anger ignite in her heart.

'No kidding. My well-endowed Senior Sister is flushed and refreshed. It would be a wonder if you felt uncomfortable.'

She felt her blood quicken and was shocked to find an impulse to push Qing Yueqiu aside and take her place.

Sensing this impulse made Yu Gu Nan even more furious. She stormed out of the courtyard—out of sight, out of mind—cursing to herself.

'Damn it, what does this have to do with me? It's this body again, getting jealous and aroused for no reason.'

After Yu Gu Nan left, Qing Yueqiu asked worriedly, "Master, is Junior Sister Xiaoxiao angry?"

"...I don't think so. She's probably just tired and wanted to go back to her room to rest."

After all, Pei Yuhang couldn't think of a single reason why Yu Gu Nan would be angry.

'Oh well, I'll worry about such trivial things later. For now, helping Qing Yueqiu with her "Magic Refueling" is what's important.'

With no one else to interrupt them, Pei Yuhang quickly concluded the Yang Replenishing Yin energy transfer.

For an ordinary Golden Core Female Cultivator, the process would have been much faster. After all, Pei Yuhang's Cultivation was a whole major realm higher than hers, and the quality of the Primordial Yang in his body could be called the finest in the world.

But he hadn't expected Qing Yueqiu's body to be able to absorb so much Spiritual Qi. Like a sponge, it greedily soaked up every wisp of Yang Qi he transferred into her.

Pei Yuhang felt that Qing Yueqiu could have continued to absorb his Yang Qi, but he was afraid that infusing too much external Spiritual Qi into her at once might cause problems, so he stopped the transfer.

When she felt her Master's hands leave her back, Qing Yueqiu felt a sudden chill, as if unwilling to let go of the warmth they provided.

Yet, she was also afraid of tiring her Master out if he continued, so she didn't dare ask for more. She could only feel a wistful sense of loss, wondering if, in the future, she could over-exhaust her Spiritual Qi in front of him more often so he would have to perform the energy transfer for her again.

The warm, tingling numbness as his Spiritual Qi, carrying his very essence, coursed through her body...

She thought she might be getting addicted.

'I really am a bad, insatiable disciple.'

Qing Yueqiu thought to herself.

Pei Yuhang patted the young woman's shoulder, interrupting her troubled musings.

"Let's go. I've already spoken with Elder Liu. We'll head to the Divine Sword Pavilion now."

"Mm."

Pei Yuhang raised his hand, condensing the water vapor in the air. Soon, a Flying Sword made of mist, several times larger than a conventional one, materialized before him.

He stepped onto the translucent, misty Flying Sword, and Qing Yueqiu followed suit, taking her place behind him.

"Yueqiu, hold on tight. My speed with Sword Control is so fast that even your Mistress, back in the day, would get scared and have to cling to me screaming, hahaha~"

Hearing this, Qing Yueqiu subconsciously asked, "Then... can I hold on to you, Master?"

"Of course, if you're afraid of being thrown off."

The moment Pei Yuhang finished speaking, he felt a tightness around his waist as something warm pressed against his back.

"Master... we can go now."

Qing Yueqiu whispered, resting her cheek against the white robes before her.

Her cheeks were now the pink of cherry blossoms, so tender they seemed delectable, but alas, there was no one to appreciate the beautiful sight.

"Alright, here we go."

Pei Yuhang brought two fingers together and activated the Sword Control Technique. The next moment, the Flying Sword beneath their feet shuddered, then accelerated in a flash.

A circular white shockwave blasted outwards, and in an instant, the master and disciple were a hundred meters away, high in the open sky.

A biting cold wind rushed toward them, but Pei Yuhang blocked it completely with the Wind Avoidance Technique.

Qing Yueqiu closed her eyes to narrow slits, savoring the feeling of her Master flying with her on his sword. It was as if she had returned to her childhood.

Back then, when her Master had just found her in the mortal realm, she had held onto his waist just like this, standing on his sword.

'This feels so nice.'

......

The Divine Sword Pavilion: a sacred place of inheritance for the Sword Cultivators of the Xuanyuan Dao Sect.

Within the Sect, every Sword Cultivator whose Cultivation was at the Golden Core realm or higher would, as their life drew to a close, seal their entire life's Sword Intent into their Lifebound Spirit Sword. They would then entrust it to the Divine Sword Pavilion for safekeeping.

They hoped that one day, a more outstanding junior Sword Cultivator would claim their Spirit Sword from the Divine Sword Pavilion, inheriting their Sword Dao and their will.

This was what made the swords of the Divine Sword Pavilion so special, surpassing any other Spirit Sword one might find on the market.

Even a Master of Artifact Forging, using countless Heavenly and Earthly Treasures, would find it nearly impossible to forge a sword of a quality to rival those within the Divine Sword Pavilion.

This was because these swords transcended the concept of mere cold, unfeeling weapons. They were vessels for their former masters' Sword Dao, capable of granting their new wielder hundreds of years of Sword Dao comprehension out of thin air, making them incomparably precious.

Because the Divine Sword Pavilion was so special, the opportunity to enter was one in ten thousand. As far as Pei Yuhang knew, only his third junior sister-disciple, Nangong Yun, had ever earned the right to enter the pavilion and choose a sword.

'The fact that Yueqiu can enter the pavilion to retrieve a sword this time... I'm afraid the one who pulled the strings wasn't Elder Liu who delivered the message, but Shang Miaoyan...'

'Whether it was the Fountain of Youth or this chance to enter the Divine Sword Pavilion... I fear they're all just bait set by Shang Miaoyan to make me go see her.'

Unfortunately, even though he knew it was bait, the lure was too precious for him to possibly refuse. He had no choice but to willingly take the hook.

At this thought, Pei Yuhang's expression grew solemn.

He knew that woman, Shang Miaoyan, was very likely waiting for him near the Divine Sword Pavilion at this very moment.

This time... he probably wouldn't be able to placate her with just a few kisses.

After all, in Pei Yuhang's experience, Shang Miaoyan had never been a particularly patient woman.

The last time she had secretly come to his residence and met with Liyuan... right in front of her, she had boldly toyed with him under the table.

That's when Pei Yuhang realized that this peerlessly beautiful Saintess probably couldn't suppress her desires any longer.