Chapter 78 Farewell

After another night of passion, Xiao Ming lay on his side, holding Luo Li's slender and graceful body tightly in his arms, feeling refreshed and delighted as he inhaled the faint fragrance from the beauty.

After a long while, Luo Li stirred slightly, lifted her eyelids, and looked at Xiao Ming's handsome face that made her heart race. She said in a dazed tone, "Ming'er, the Revered Master is becoming increasingly obsessed with you... I fear... I fear I can never leave you again!"

Hearing this, Xiao Ming secretly gave the System a thumbs up, and casually boasted, "Then the Revered Master should just stay with this disciple forever!"

The two shared another moment of tenderness before finally getting up and getting dressed. Xiao Ming finally understood that his cold and aloof Revered Master had come to bid him a temporary farewell.

It turned out that the Vice Sect Master had noticed that Luo Li's Cultivate progress had been slow recently, so it had given her some resources and good items, requiring her to go into seclusion to quickly improve her cultivation level. It was said that her Senior Sister often urged her to improve her cultivation quickly, but she never explicitly stated the reason why.

After listening, Xiao Ming nodded slightly. They had indeed been slacking off during this period, having spent all their time in bed...

The two talked about many things. Xiao Ming casually mentioned that Mo Qingzhu was his woman to the Revered Master. At first, Luo Li was quite happy; during the time she was in seclusion, at least there would be someone to take care of Xiao Ming, and she could be at ease.

But she thought it over and over, feeling like she had heard the name somewhere before. Finally, she remembered—wasn't this the fiancée of the Young Lord of the Lu Family, a famous Demonic Path Family nearby?

Could it be... that the Wicked Disciple had a penchant for married women?

An absurd thought popped into her mind, and Luo Li immediately scrutinized the Wicked Disciple in front of her, as if trying to see something.

But Xiao Ming didn't give her a chance to continue. After a bout of lip-to-lip combat, the Revered Master finally became a little woman.

"As long as my Wicked Disciple likes it, that's all that matters!"

At the first light of dawn, on the black stone path in front of the main hall of Holy Son Peak, a beautiful figure approached gracefully. She wore a water-blue long dress, her hair was tied up high, and her long, slender jade legs were faintly visible through the slit in her skirt, drawing attention. It was none other than Mo Qingzhu.

Because of some matters, she had only hurried to Holy Son Peak today. As she walked, she thought to herself: 'From now on, I can spend every day with the Saint. Does that make me half the mistress of Holy Son Peak?'

Standing in front of the pitch-black main hall gate, she took a deep breath to calm her racing heart, a gentle and moving smile spreading across her face. Then she called out into the hall: "Saint? Are you there? Qingzhu has arrived."

Her voice echoed in front of the empty hall, filled with undisguised joy and cheerfulness.

Not long after, with a creak, the heavy main hall gate was slowly pushed open from the inside.

The morning sunlight slanted across, illuminating the figure behind the door.

In a simple and elegant light cyan dress, she looked like a pure lotus in a muddy world, untainted and ethereal. But what was most striking was the coldness faintly emanating from her, and that sense of alienation that kept people at a distance, all of which was awe-inspiring. It was Luo Li who came out.

Luo Li had clearly just gotten up. Her waterfall-like black hair was loosely tied up, and a few strands of hair hung lazily by her cheeks, adding a rare, domestic softness to her usual coldness. Her cheeks still had a faint blush, and as her eyes shifted, the usual cold sharpness was reduced, replaced by a touch of shyness and tenderness.

The moving smile on Mo Qingzhu's face froze instantly, her pupils contracted imperceptibly, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.

'Peak Master Luo? How could she... come out of the Saint's main hall early in the morning?'

At this moment, a big question mark appeared on her face, and her heart was filled with thousands of doubts and confusion. But she didn't forget that last time, also at Holy Son Peak, Peak Master Luo had pressed her with bone-chilling pressure and coldness. She subconsciously bowed, lowered her head, and said timidly: "Greetings, Peak Master Luo!"

Luo Li just gave a light "Hmm," and then looked at her deeply with those captivating peach-blossom eyes. That gaze no longer held the previous coldness and indifference, but instead contained some scrutiny, examination, and complex, indescribable emotions, which eventually settled into calm.

"Take good care of my disciple!"

After saying that, she didn't linger, her figure turning into a streak of ice-blue light, leaving gracefully, leaving behind only a faint, cold fragrance.

Mo Qingzhu still stood there foolishly until Luo Li's figure completely disappeared into the sky, only then did she slowly straighten up. She looked at the already opened main hall gate, and then at the direction where Luo Li had left, her thoughts in turmoil.

Peak Master Luo's gaze this time... was too strange. It lacked the cold indifference and aloofness of last time; instead, it had a kind of... gentleness and scrutiny one would give to "one of their own." And that last sentence, the tone of "entrusting" the Saint to her... all of this made her think too much.

Just as she was in a state of confusion, secretly pondering, a deep and familiar voice came from inside the hall.

"Qingzhu? Why are you standing foolishly at the door?"

Xiao Ming, looking lazy and comfortable, slowly walked out from inside, instantly bringing Mo Qingzhu back to her senses. He had clearly just gotten up, his black hair untied, a few bangs scattered on his forehead, making his handsome and flawless face look less sharp than usual, and adding a rare, uninhibited charm. At this moment, he was looking at Mo Qingzhu with a gentle smile, almost dispelling all the chill and confusion she had just felt because of Luo Li.

"Saint!" Mo Qingzhu felt a surge of joy, no longer having the heart to think about those random thoughts. She stepped forward quickly, a gentle smile blooming on her pretty face again, with a touch of a little woman's coyness, "You're up? Qingzhu was just wondering if I came too early and disturbed your peaceful dream."

"Peaceful dream?" Xiao Ming smiled slightly, skillfully reaching out to pull her into his arms, lowering his head to take a deep sniff at her hair, his tone enigmatic, "Last night was indeed a good sleep, beautiful beyond compare..." He looked reminiscent, his face full of intoxication.

Looking at the handsome face in front of her, Mo Qingzhu's cheeks flushed slightly, her heart slowly heating up. She leaned obediently into his arms, feeling his powerful heartbeat, and inexplicably felt a sense of peace.

Xiao Ming inhaled the scent of the beauty in his arms, which was different from the body fragrance of his Revered Master baby, feeling very comfortable. If he weren't in the "sage mode" right now, he might have already fired the first shot of the morning.

"Qingzhu, from now on, you will live here on Holy Son Peak. The side hall is quiet, the backyard is secluded, and the mountainside is spacious; you can choose your residence! Holy Son Peak is usually lonely, so it's perfect that you're here!"

He said this casually, as if he were just arranging a trivial matter, but the indulgence and tenderness revealed in it moved Mo Qingzhu greatly, her eyes even heating up slightly.

"Saint..." Her voice choked slightly. She took the initiative to wrap her arms around Xiao Ming's neck, burying her face deep in his chest, inhaling the incredibly familiar masculine scent, her heart full of tenderness and sweetness, "Qingzhu doesn't want any separate courtyard; that's too much trouble. Being able to live on Holy Son Peak and serve the Saint every day, Qingzhu is satisfied. As for where to live..." She tilted her head up slightly, her cheeks flushed, her voice as thin as a mosquito, with infinite shyness and slyness, "If... if the Saint doesn't mind Qingzhu disturbing you... Qingzhu... could I live in the... side hall next to the main hall?"

In the end, she didn't say she would live in the main hall with Xiao Ming, choosing the nearest side hall instead. After all, sometimes a little bit of ambiguity... makes one's blood boil even more!

Xiao Ming looked at her shy yet proactive appearance, laughed loudly, and pinched her small, delicate nose: "Alright, whatever you say!" Then he curled the corner of his lips and said with deep meaning: "Then should this Saint leave the door unlocked for you tonight? Hahaha..."

"Thank you, Saint..." Mo Qingzhu's heart instantly felt as sweet as if it had been smeared with honey, and her gaze towards Xiao Ming was almost melting. With Xiao Ming's second sentence, her originally reserved and indifferent temperament instantly became alluring.

Looking at the handsome face so close at hand, smelling the familiar and intoxicating scent on him, Mo Qingzhu couldn't control herself and kissed him directly. She imitated Xiao Ming, like a female general on the battlefield, and began to attack him domineeringly.

Seeing this, Xiao Ming's playfulness surged. He first pretended to be unable to resist, responding passively, letting the beauty's sweet tongue collide chaotically in his mouth. After a while, seeing that this damn girl still wouldn't stop, he took the initiative, and after a bout of lip-to-lip combat, he attacked until Mo Qingzhu was panting and collapsed directly into his arms.

Looking at the beauty in his arms, her passion surging, looking like she was ready to be plucked, Xiao Ming subconsciously swallowed his saliva. Just as he was about to raise his spear and go into battle—

A melodious yet majestic voice entered her mind.