Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 76 - 75: Entangled with the Witch with the Disciple Outside

"Oh, Xiaohan, your disciple is out of seclusion. She's rushing over right now. I imagine she's incredibly eager for her master to praise her~ What an adorable child."

Shang Miaoyan rested her head on Pei Yuhang's arm, teasing him as she slowly traced circles on his chest with a fingertip.

She gazed with satisfaction at his body, at his nigh-on perfect musculature. It wasn't that his muscles were so beautiful Shang Miaoyan couldn't look away.

It was that they were covered in one full lipstick mark after another.

This was Shang Miaoyan's proud trophy.

It was as if by marking every inch of his skin with her kisses, she could possess him completely.

But in contrast to Shang Miaoyan's relaxed state, Pei Yuhang's expression shifted the moment he heard the word "disciple."

"Then stop leaning on me and get out of here."

Ignoring the beauty still languidly draped over him, Pei Yuhang rose from the bed and flung off the soft body clinging to him. His movements were rough and utterly devoid of affection.

Seeing Pei Yuhang begin to use Minor Magic like the Dust Clearing Technique to remove the marks and scent from his body, Shang Miaoyan's pink lips puckered in a pout.

She wrapped her arms around Pei Yuhang's neck, clinging to him like a koala with their skin pressed tightly together, transferring their body heat.

"There's no need to rush, you know. Elder Liu can delay that girl Qing Yueqiu a while longer~ Xiaohan, I'm sure you're just like me and haven't had your fill yet. We can keep going. At worst, we can just lie and tell the girl you were called away on other business. Let her go back to the Cold Palace Sword Mansion and wait."

As Shang Miaoyan spoke, she greedily inhaled the strange, fragrant scent on Pei Yuhang's body.

It was a scent one could never tire of, more intoxicating than the finest wine, more enduringly fragrant than any spice in the world. It made people—especially women—loath to part with it.

Besides his scent, Xiaohan's body was also comfortable to hold. It was warm, like a hot water bottle. When their skin touched without a barrier between them, it felt as though her very soul was warming itself before a great furnace on a winter's night. It was truly addicting, impossible to leave.

Unfortunately, as much as Shang Miaoyan cherished every second with him, eager to unearth more surprises from the treasure trove that was Pei Yuhang…

Pei Yuhang remained expressionless, his eyes even betraying a hint of impatience.

"Business Saintess, you've taken my Pure Yang Essence. Shouldn't you be going back to seclude yourself and refine it? After a hundred years of consolidation, you might be able to use this opportunity to kick down the door to the Divinity Transformation realm in one fell swoop. Don't waste your time here."

The beauty nestled against him spoke in a forlorn voice.

"You should know that, compared to you, I don't care about my own Cultivation."

"Business Saintess, you should also know that I don't care what you think."

"…"

Seeing that Shang Miaoyan had finally stopped pestering him, Pei Yuhang felt a great sense of relief. She had just clung to him again, leaving more of her scent on him, so he would have to cast the Dust Clearing Spell once more.

But just then, the sound of pattering footsteps came from outside, followed by a knock on the door.

TAP, TAP, TAP.

"Master, are you in there?"

The voice was cool, yet it held an irrepressible joy.

His first disciple had arrived at his door, eager to show him how much she had grown.

She was like a small child, coming to "show off" to her parents after getting a good grade.

But unfortunately, Pei Yuhang's first reaction wasn't pride, but the panic of someone with a guilty conscience.

He shot a look at Shang Miaoyan, the fury in his eyes impossible to contain.

'You blocked my senses and deliberately let Yueqiu come over?! Are you insane?'

Shang Miaoyan cunningly avoided the topic. She opened her mouth and spoke in Pei Yuhang's voice.

As the Demon Path Saintess most skilled in bewitching the hearts of men, she mimicked Pei Yuhang's tone and cadence without a single flaw. It was likely that even Ye Liyuan, were she present, wouldn't notice anything amiss in the short term.

"Yueqiu, I saw the majestic Sword Qi of the Divine Sword Pavilion today and felt an enlightenment in my Dao Heart. I am now in sudden seclusion and cannot be disturbed. Return to the Cold Palace for now."

The person outside the door fell silent for a moment upon hearing this, then spoke again.

"Master, Yueqiu wishes to return with you… I also gained much from the Divine Sword Pavilion and need time to consolidate my progress."

Shang Miaoyan's eyes narrowed. She hadn't expected the seemingly timid girl to be so stubborn.

'Fine, whatever.'

This was a precious moment of passion, and she was in no mood to bicker with some little girl who couldn't even get a sip of the broth.

She wrapped her arms around Pei Yuhang again, trying to steal a kiss.

"Are you crazy? Yueqiu is still outside."

"It's fine. I've soundproofed the room. She won't hear a thing."

"You still want more?!"

Pei Yuhang's voice was filled with disbelief. 'This woman has been completely consumed by her desires. She doesn't even have a shred of self-control. She's hopeless.'

"Xiaohan, I know you're not satisfied yet. Miaoyan simply must help you today…"

Shang Miaoyan said with feigned sincerity, refusing to admit that her own lust was bone-deep.

Pei Yuhang, naturally, had no intention of indulging her. He pushed away the beautiful woman's entangling limbs and began to put on his white robes.

Shang Miaoyan grabbed his hand, her face flushed as she pleaded.

"Just one more time. I won't bother you for the next three days."

Pei Yuhang couldn't be bothered to listen to the woman's endless lies.

"Xiaohan, if you refuse, I'll go find Sister Ye today and tell her just who that heartless man is!"

"Sister Ye hates that kind of scoundrel the most. You don't want her looking at you with disgust, do you? Just give in one more time… We're so familiar with each other anyway. It doesn't matter, does it?"

A Witch was a Witch for a reason. The power to bewitch one's heart was all-pervasive. The moment a small crack appeared in one's defenses, it would be tempted and widened.

Pei Yuhang let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Shang Miaoyan's face lit up with an overwhelming joy, and she pounced on him excitedly.

MWAH~

"I love it, I love it~ Kisses for Xiaohan."

"And kisses for little Xiaohan~"

Shang Miaoyan's voice was so unrestrained that Pei Yuhang frowned and covered her mouth.

"Yueqiu is still outside. Even if you can guarantee the sound won't get out, be quiet! I don't want to hear your racket."

"…"

Shang Miaoyan nodded and even used the wet tip of her tongue to write on Pei Yuhang's palm.

'Baby Xiaohan, I'll be good.'

Pei Yuhang released his hand, and Shang Miaoyan leaned in to kiss him.

...

Outside the door, though Qing Yueqiu was a little disappointed to hear that her master was in seclusion, she obediently refrained from disturbing him further.

She knew very well that her master was now the pillar of the Cold Palace Sword Mansion. Only by him growing stronger would the mansion's resources increase.

'I'll just wait quietly for Master to come out…'

Qing Yueqiu suddenly wondered if this was how her master's wife felt when she waited for him at the palace—expectant, joyful, yet also a little anxious.

'Waiting for him now like his wife… this feeling isn't so bad.'

Qing Yueqiu leaned against the door to Pei Yuhang's room, lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, she felt the door behind her shake slightly, as if something had leaned against it.

'Did Master finish his seclusion? Is he coming out? It can't be this fast…'

Qing Yueqiu's red lips parted slightly, about to ask something, but she held back, thinking that the door might have just shuddered from a slight fluctuation of Spiritual Qi.

'I can't disturb Master's "cultivation."'

Qing Yueqiu quieted down and continued to wait.