When Ning Ying and Yun Qingyuan arrived at Bixu Peak, Chu Shuo had already prepared a full table of dishes. The aroma of food could be smelled from far away.
To Ning Ying’s surprise, Senior Brother Gu had also shown up here, looking like he intended to mooch a meal.
Ye Juan had initially wanted to kick him out, but seeing that Ning Ying and Yun Qingyuan had also come, he ultimately couldn’t bring himself to do so and invited everyone to eat together.
“Mmm, Junior Brother Chu stir-fried these dishes—they’re really good!” Sensing the somewhat cold atmosphere, Gu Qi, as a mole in the demonic path, consciously took on the role of livening things up. “Perfect color, aroma, and flavor. Today wasn’t a wasted trip after all!”
He had originally been following behind Sang Jinse’s trio, hoping to watch the drama. Unexpectedly, Sang Jinse had used some method that made the monk and music cultivator get along surprisingly well—they couldn’t fight anymore and could even sit down and talk properly.
Gu Qi gave a thumbs up, deeply impressed by Sang Jinse. He wanted to write a “everyone falls for her, betting on the winner” story with her as the prototype. At the same time, he was also a bit disappointed—why didn’t they end up fighting? Tsk, he couldn’t even watch the drama he wanted.
Turning back, he saw Ye Juan, who had also been eavesdropping, looking equally disappointed. Feeling they’d come for nothing, Ye Juan grumbled about going back to drown his sorrows in wine.
Hearing there was wine, and that Junior Sister was also there, Gu Qi shamelessly followed to mooch a meal—resulting in the current situation.
Hearing her senior brother’s praise, Chu Shuo said politely: “Senior Brother flatters me. These are just skills I learned as a child in the mortal world.”
“They really are delicious!” Ning Ying chimed in with praise. “And Uncle-Master’s thousand-year vintage wine is mellow and crisp—drinking it feels like becoming an immortal…”
Ning Ying: QAQ
Forgive her lack of eloquence; her vocabulary was limited like this.
Ye Juan looked gloomy. If Senior Brother Yun weren’t also here, he wouldn’t be willing to bring out this thousand-year vintage at all.
“I propose a toast to everyone!” To blend in with the righteous cultivators, the atmosphere-promoting Demon Lord stood up voluntarily, raising his wine glass. “Master, Uncle-Master, I toast to you! And Junior Sister Ning, Junior Brother Chu…”
Ning Ying raised her glass along with everyone else, but Yun Qingyuan suddenly pressed down on her hand.
The Immortal Lord’s hand was cool as jade, his slender fingers lightly resting on the back of hers, stopping her movement.
Ning Ying: “?”
She looked up at him.
“Your master will drink for you.” Yun Qingyuan said calmly.
Ning Ying: “???”
Why was Master doing this?
As she spaced out, the wine glass in her hand was taken by the silver-haired, white-robed Immortal Lord, brought to his lips, and drained in one gulp.
Then he drank his own glass as well.
Ning Ying blinked. She had never seen her master drink before. Uncle-Master’s thousand-year vintage spiritual wine must be quite potent—surely Master wouldn’t get drunk, right?
Ye Juan’s eyebrows rose slightly, as if he’d discovered new entertainment.
So throughout the meal, he kept urging Ning Ying to drink.
Gu Qi caught on—it seemed the Immortal Lord was blocking drinks meant for Junior Sister Ning. His chance for revenge had arrived!
Sure enough, every time someone tried to urge Ning Ying to drink, Yun Qingyuan intercepted the toast.
After several rounds, even the Demon Lord’s long, narrow eyes were tinged with drunkenness. Ye Juan drank on his own, ignoring others. Chu Shuo was slumped over the table asleep. The only ones still sitting upright were Yun Qingyuan and Ning Ying, master and disciple.
Ning Ying guiltily looked up and saw her master’s expression as calm as ever, still that cool and aloof demeanor. She couldn’t help admiring: “I never knew Master was such a drinking hero. This disciple has been disrespectful.”
Yun Qingyuan hummed faintly in response, lowered his snow-white lashes, glanced at the messy table and the sprawled figures, and said: “Aying, let’s go back.”
“Yes, Master.” Ning Ying wanted to say goodbye to her uncle-master, but he was immersed in his own world, hugging his sword and murmuring “Wife, come here.” She didn’t want to disturb their private moment.
Truly, a sword cultivator’s wife is their sword!
Who supports this? Who opposes?
Ning Ying snapped back to reality and moved to support her master. After all, he’d drunk so much—though his expression didn’t show it, he must be somewhat tipsy.
The girl’s soft, slender fingers gently grasped the white-robed beauty’s arm. Through the cool, cloud-patterned sleeve, she could feel the clean, elegant lines of his arm. Though skilled in talismans and alchemy, essentially her master was also a sword cultivator. Years of practice had given him nearly perfect muscle definition—not overly exaggerated, but substantial beneath the robes.
Beneath the robes…?
No, no, she really wasn’t having inappropriate thoughts!
Feeling a small hand grab his arm, trying to support him as they walked forward, Yun Qingyuan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Your master can walk on his own.”
Ning Ying shook her head and said, “No, Master, you just drank so much wine in my place. It’s only right that this disciple support you.”
The girl’s eyes were slightly red-rimmed, wearing a very touched expression.
Time to test her acting skills!
Uncle-Master was cuddling his sword; she wanted to cuddle her master too. This opportunity was perfectly legitimate.
Yun Qingyuan glanced at her, his expression cool and distant, but he didn’t shake off her hand.
He swept his wide sleeve, summoning ethereal clouds, and rode the clouds back with her.
After returning to Duiying Peak, Ning Ying jumped down from the cloud and extended a hand toward Yun Qingyuan, trying to express her filial piety toward her master. “Master, slow down, let me support you.”
A trace of helplessness surfaced in Yun Qingyuan’s lonely, cool eyes.
“No need, your master can—”
Before he could finish, she had already taken his hand, looking up at him with sparkling eyes.
Yun Qingyuan looked away, floated down from the cloud, and landed beside her.
She immediately came over to support him. “Be careful, Master.”
Yun Qingyuan: “…”
He indulged her, allowing her to help him back to his cave dwelling.
The Demon Lord, following behind, had his eyes light up.
Hiding at the entrance of the cave to observe in secret, despite being quite tipsy himself, he still didn’t forget his revenge plan and diligently eavesdropped.
“Master, the bed is over there…”
“Let me help you to bed.”
“Should I help you take off your robe?”
“No need.”
“It’s okay if you don’t take it off. Let me help you lie down first.”
“Your master means, there’s no need to go to bed.”
“Master, that won’t do. You’ve drunk so much—you need proper rest.”
The Demon Lord listened groggily, the effects of the wine going to his head. “Tsk, the Immortal Lord is quite reserved. Let me listen a bit more.”
“Master, no…” The girl’s aggrieved sobbing suddenly came from the cave dwelling. “I-I’m really tired today…”
“Very well, you can take your afternoon rest here then. Your master will watch over you.”
Demon Lord: “!!!”
What did he just hear?!
He instantly sobered up, already imagining a steamy scene.
Surely the Immortal Lord, unable to resist his disciple’s teasing, had pinned her on the bed and stripped off her clothes, wanting to teach her a lesson. She had cried and begged for mercy, and he couldn’t bear to continue.
In reality…
Inside the cave, Ning Ying looked at her master with a face full of resistance.
No wonder Master had blocked those drinks for her—he wanted her to practice swords in the afternoon.
No way!