Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 92 - 91: Qing Yueqiu Succumbs in Her Master's Room

"So this is Master's room..."

Qing Yueqiu's gaze swept across the room. The simple and unadorned layout seemed much the same as she remembered. After all, Pei Yuhang was a sentimental man who cherished the old.

But—it was also very different.

Compared to her memories, there was now a vanity and other items a woman would use—traces of her master's wife.

But after Ye Liyuan failed her Celestial Tribulation, she and Pei Yuhang had been sleeping in separate rooms for nearly a year. So, as Qing Yueqiu stood in the room, all she could perceive was her master's pleasant scent.

Before she knew it, Qing Yueqiu had walked to the side of Pei Yuhang's bed.

A bed was, without a doubt, a person's most private space.

Qing Yueqiu realized this, and her foot froze mid-step.

Taking that step would mean completely invading her master's personal space. It would be extremely disrespectful.

But—

'Master isn't here anyway... It's okay, Yueqiu. I'll just lie on the bed for a little while. No one will ever know...'

She kicked off her shoes.

The tips of her feet, wrapped in black silk stockings, landed on the edge of the bed. As gracefully as a mermaid, Qing Yueqiu hopped onto Pei Yuhang's bed.

INHALE—EXHALE—

It was all his scent, her master's scent. She felt as if she were completely enveloped by him.

A drunken flush spread across Qing Yueqiu's face. Like a small child, she rolled back and forth on Pei Yuhang's bed, letting out infatuated giggles from time to time.

Her three thousand strands of silver hair fanned out across the dark gray sheets, sparkling like a river of stars in the night sky.

By chance, Qing Yueqiu noticed the small table by her master's bedside. On it sat a Liuli cup, holding a bamboo stick with a neat-bristled brush on top.

Qing Yueqiu knew what it was: a little gadget her master had invented called a "toothbrush." When he had first taken her in, he had stood behind her, guiding her hands as he taught her how to brush her teeth.

Her pale, slender fingertips pinched the bamboo handle, lifting the toothbrush to hold it before her eyes.

Qing Yueqiu noticed the bristles were still damp, likely because Pei Yuhang had just used it that morning.

GULP—

For some reason, the silver-haired girl felt her mouth watering. She swallowed, the sound clear in the quiet room.

She knew that here, where her master couldn't see her, surrounded by the traces of his life, she wanted to be a bad girl.

"I'm sorry, Master... Yueqiu has never really been a well-behaved, obedient disciple... But you'll still accept me like this, won't you, Master...?"

Her hand tightened around the toothbrush, the blue veins standing out clearly on the back of her pale hand.

Then, she reached for the forbidden white tiger zone, a place imperceptible to the Shen He Celestial Dao.

The chirping of birds outside the window eventually brought a glimmer of light back to the silver-haired girl's flushed, dazed eyes. She looked at the dimming sky and realized the sun had already set.

"Oh no... Master is coming back."

Qing Yueqiu scrambled to her feet. Ignoring her wrinkled and disheveled clothes, she used Magic to meticulously erase every trace she had left behind, her expression more serious and careful than when she practiced with her sword.

As for the toothbrush with its slightly disarrayed bristles...

Qing Yueqiu had no replacement for it. She couldn't take it with her, or her master would surely notice something was amiss.

'I can only leave it here... and let Master continue to use it...'

After confirming it had no strange odors and still smelled fresh,

she continuously chanted in her heart, 'I'm sorry, Master. Yueqiu didn't do it on purpose. I hope you can forgive me,' as she carefully backed out of the room and closed the door.

Dusk fell, and the last ray of light was swallowed by the evening, plunging the room into complete darkness, as if nothing had ever happened.

The young woman's ardent and forbidden feelings, which she dared not speak aloud, were all hidden beneath this darkness.

...

Meanwhile, the reunion of the two fellow martial sisters had come to an end.

Lu Ruoxi stood atop a great White Crane named Xiaoyu, smiling as she waved down to Ye Liyuan below.

"Junior Sister Ye, there are too many trivial matters in the pavilion to attend to. I must be going now. You don't need to see me off."

Ye Liyuan nodded. "Senior Sister Lu, remember to come visit Ah Han and me often."

"I will! Of course your senior sister will come back to see you both~!"

Lu Ruoxi's gaze lingered on Pei Yuhang, and her smile grew even brighter.

WHOOSH—

The White Crane flapped its wings, and with a sonic boom, it carried Lu Ruoxi away, disappearing into the vast sky.

"Senior Sister Lu is so free and unrestrained~"

Ye Liyuan watched the figures of the woman and her crane depart, a look of envy in her eyes.

Once upon a time, she too had been a Sword Fairy who could ride her sword through the skies, coming and going as she pleased. There was no place in heaven or on earth she dared not tread.

But now...

No different from a mortal, she was now imprisoned on the earth, able only to gaze up at the free Cultivators soaring through the vast sky.

Suddenly, a strong, powerful arm wrapped around the wistful Ye Liyuan.

Before Ye Liyuan could react, she was pulled into someone's embrace.

"Liyuan, you have something that Senior Sister Lu would envy, and it's something that is uniquely yours."

"And what's that?"

"My love."

Pei Yuhang smiled and leaned in to kiss his Dao Companion. Liyuan turned her head away, her face filled with a mix of shyness and joy, but she still spoke in a mock-disgusted tone. "That was so cheesy! Honestly, Ah Han, you never used to be such a smooth-talker. I don't know who you learned it from..."

Before Ye Liyuan could finish her complaint, her face was gently cupped.

"No complaining about your husband!"

Pei Yuhang said, then kissed her.

This time, Ye Liyuan couldn't dodge, but she didn't resist either, instead relaxing and leaning her body against her beloved's.

After a long moment, their lips parted.

Pei Yuhang carefully smoothed back the stray strands of his Dao Companion's hair, which were stuck to her forehead with beads of sweat.

"Liyuan, your injuries are almost fully healed. You'll be able to start your Cultivation again soon. When the time comes, I'll do everything in my power to help you."

"With my help, you'll definitely be able to return to the Divinity Transformation realm quickly."

Hearing this, Ye Liyuan didn't look happy. Instead, a worried expression crossed her face.

"Ah Han, have you been practicing some kind of Demon Technique? Is it a sacrificial method that steals another's Life Essence to complete your own Dao Practice?! If you really have, you should turn yourself in to the Dao Sect at once..."

THUNK—

Pei Yuhang speechlessly tapped his Dao Companion on the head.

"What are you thinking? How could I possibly cultivate something so harmful to others?

I'm talking about dual cultivation. Don't forget, I'm a man with the Giant Sun Saint Body. I had a fortunate encounter recently and can now control my Yang Fire to a certain extent.

When the time comes, even if you only have the Cultivation of a Qi Refining practitioner, you won't be harmed by my Yang Fire when we dual cultivate."

"With my full support, Liyuan, you'll definitely make rapid progress!"

Pei Yuhang's words did not make Ye Liyuan happy.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed as she carefully scrutinized the White-clothed Sword Immortal before her.

"Ah Han, where did you learn this Dual Cultivation Method? Our master never taught us such a heretical path."