69: Chapter 69 Playing Roles with Master

That night, when the sky had completely darkened.

A figure in cyan, holding a jade tablet, silently entered Liu Yunshuang's Immortal Cave on Purple Haze Peak.

Ye Xiaoyao passed through the glowing Restriction barrier and walked into the cave's main hall.

Under the soft light of the night pearls, Liu Yunshuang was reclining on a soft chair.

She was still wearing the same deep purple Sect Master robe from the day, but her posture at this moment was completely different from the dignified aura she had during the ceremony.

The collar of the robe was slightly open, revealing the edge of the moon-white inner garment beneath. Her long hair was undone, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.

Propping her cheek with one hand, her eyes were lazy. Seeing Ye Xiaoyao enter, a charming smile curved the corner of her lips.

"Shuanger."

Ye Xiaoyao called out, quickly stepping forward.

Liu Yunshuang rose from the soft chair. The moment she stood firm, Ye Xiaoyao pulled her into his embrace.

The force carried a tenderness full of affection, pressing her whole body against his chest.

"Husband."

She lifted her face, her eyes smiling.

"Thank you for making the trip."

"Have you been waiting long?"

Ye Xiaoyao looked down at her.

"Not long."

Liu Yunshuang shook her head, her fingers gently tracing the silver cloud patterns on his collar.

"Just a little while."

If the Cultivators who attended the ceremony during the day were to witness this scene, their eyes would probably pop out in shock.

The lofty, dignified, and unapproachable Nascent Soul female True Monarch of the day was now nestled in the arms of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, softly calling him "husband."

The scene was too subversive, enough to make anyone who knew Liu Yunshuang doubt if they were under an illusion spell.

What no one could have imagined was that this pair, nominally Revered Master and Disciple, had long been Dao Companions who had been intimate many times.

If the male Cultivators who had pursued Liu Yunshuang for years were to know of this, they would probably grind their back teeth to dust.

They would be envious, even more jealous, and likely have murderous thoughts.

Liu Yunshuang's beauty and strength once earned her a place in the top hundred of the [Qiongming Fairy Ranking].

That was the highest recognition for a female Cultivator's appearance and strength in the entire Qiongming Immortal Realm.

Now that she had succeeded in Nascent Soul Formation, her status was even more esteemed.

Yet before a young Foundation Establishment Mid Stage Cultivator, she had shed all her dignity, transforming into the appearance of a little wife waiting for her husband's return.

Looking at Liu Yunshuang in his arms, Ye Xiaoyao chuckled softly:

"Shuanger, thank you for helping me save face today."

He was referring to her firm and resolute defense of him during the day when Elder Liu publicly questioned his mediocre Aptitude and unworthiness to be the Sect Master's Personal Disciple.

Liu Yunshuang smiled charmingly, drawing circles on his chest with her finger.

"What's there to thank? You are my husband."

She paused, her tone carrying a hint of regret:

"If I weren't worried that announcing our relationship would bring you mortal danger, I really wanted to declare it publicly today."

She added:

"It made you suffer, having to call me Revered Master in front of so many people."

Ye Xiaoyao laughed heartily and said:

"No suffering, none at all."

Ye Xiaoyao leaned close to her ear, lowered his voice, his warm breath brushing her earlobe.

"In fact... I quite like calling you Revered Master."

Liu Yunshuang's body trembled slightly, a faint pink hue rising on her fair neck.

She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering, and asked:

"Husband, why didn't you come to me yesterday?"

Ye Xiaoyao chuckled and explained:

"Wasn't I afraid you'd be sore and aching during the ceremony today?"

Liu Yunshuang gave a light humph and punched his chest with her pink fist, not too lightly, not too heavily.

"You're so annoying~~. I didn't expect my husband to be so considerate~"

Though she said that, the smile at the corner of her mouth couldn't be hidden.

Ye Xiaoyao took her hand, pulling her along and holding her even tighter.

"The ceremony is over, so tonight... Shuanger, you must help This husband recuperate properly."

Liu Yunshuang nodded slightly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Naturally."

She paused and said softly:

"Husband, wait a moment. Let me go change my clothes first."

At this moment, she was still wearing that formal Sect Master robe.

Although it didn't outline her figure as well as her usual purple dress, Liu Yunshuang's figure was simply too outstanding.

Even under the heavy robe, those voluptuous curves were still strikingly evident.

Especially the full, large moons at her chest, almost bursting open the collar, looking painfully constricted.

But Ye Xiaoyao held her hand, stopping her from leaving, and said gently:

"Shuanger, no need to change."

His gaze swept over her, his smile deepening a bit.

"Wear this. I think it looks very good."

Liu Yunshuang was slightly taken aback, then understood. Her beautiful eyes flickered as she said:

"But... this outfit might be a bit inconvenient."

"It's fine."

Ye Xiaoyao's smile carried a hint of mischief. "Tonight, let's play something special."

"Special?"

Liu Yunshuang was curious.

"Yes."

Ye Xiaoyao leaned closer, his voice dropping even lower.

"It's called... role-playing."

Liu Yunshuang's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her face showing confusion.

She had never heard this term before.

Seeing her lack of understanding, Ye Xiaoyao explained with a smile:

"It's a game I heard about from the mortal world. Simply put, we pretend to play different identities and act out a scene."

Liu Yunshuang still didn't quite understand, but interest had already sparked in her eyes.

"Then, what scene does my husband want to act out tonight?"

Ye Xiaoyao took a step back, looking her up and down, his eyes gleaming.

"Your current attire is perfect."

He cleared his throat, putting on a serious expression.

"Tonight, you will play the role of a cold, noble Revered Master. That is, your current identity."

Liu Yunshuang nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"And me,"

Ye Xiaoyao pointed at himself.

"I am your Personal Disciple. That is, me."

Liu Yunshuang laughed. "How is that playing a role? That's just how it is."

"Don't be impatient."

Ye Xiaoyao waved his hand and continued, "The plot is like this:

Revered Master, while out on a training journey, you accidentally fell victim to the Pleasure Old Demon's unique secret medicine, the Pleasure Powder."

He paused, seeing Liu Yunshuang listening intently, then continued:

"This medicine has no antidote. There is only one way to remove it, and that is to Dual Cultivate with a male Cultivator."

Liu Yunshuang's cheeks flushed slightly, already guessing seven or eight parts of it.

"What's worse,"

Ye Xiaoyao lowered his voice.

"When the medicine takes effect, Revered Master, you lose all your magical power, your whole body goes limp, and you don't even have the strength to resist."

Looking at Liu Yunshuang's increasingly red face, he said with a smile:

"And I, your Disciple, happened to be passing by. Seeing Revered Master in such pain, I couldn't bear it, so..."

He deliberately stopped, waiting for Liu Yunshuang to respond.

Liu Yunshuang bit her red lips, her eyes shimmering with moisture, her voice as light as a mosquito's.

"So, the Disciple intends to commit the act of a Rebellious Disciple and wants to help Revered Master... detoxify?"

"Yes!"

Ye Xiaoyao clapped his hands, his smile radiant.

"Shuanger is so clever."

Liu Yunshuang looked at him, her cheeks completely flushed, yet she couldn't help but laugh:

"This... what kind of absurd plot is this!"

"The absurdity is what makes it fun."

Ye Xiaoyao took a step forward, reaching out to lift her chin, deliberately putting on a struggling look in his eyes.

"Revered Master, your Disciple knows this act is utterly rebellious. But seeing Revered Master in such pain, your Disciple really... really can't help himself."

The "struggle" in his tone was performed vividly, making Liu Yunshuang unable to hold back her laughter.

"Then... how should Revered Master react?"

Liu Yunshuang played along and asked.

"Revered Master, of course you must refuse."

Ye Xiaoyao let go of her hand, turned his back, and acted pained.

"You must sternly rebuke: Rebellious Disciple! How dare you!"

Liu Yunshuang cleared her throat, trying hard to stiffen her face, imitating her usual tone when disciplining Disciples.

"Rebellious Disciple! How dare you!"

But her voice was too soft, lacking any deterrent power. Instead, it sounded like coquettish pleading.

Ye Xiaoyao turned around, his eyes gleaming, and said happily:

"Yes, just like that! Then I, your Disciple, would say..."

He suddenly stepped forward and scooped Liu Yunshuang up into his arms.

Liu Yunshuang let out a soft gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Your Disciple would say—"

Ye Xiaoyao looked down at her, his gaze blazing.

"Revered Master, forgive this offense!

Even if I bear the infamy of deceiving my Revered Master and defying my ancestors today, I must save you!

I cannot bear to see Revered Master in such pain."

Held in his arms, looking at his serious expression, Liu Yunshuang finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"Husband... where did you come up with all this?"

"Do you like it?"

Ye Xiaoyao carried her towards the bedroom.

Liu Yunshuang buried her face in his shoulder, her voice muffled, carrying a smile:

"It's a bit absurd, but... it seems... quite interesting too."

"Then shall we begin?"

"Mmm~~"

The bedroom door closed gently.

The light of the night pearls was dimmed, enveloping the room in a layer of ambiguous haze.

Ye Xiaoyao placed Liu Yunshuang on the bed, deliberately slowing his movements, as if performing a carefully designed play.

Liu Yunshuang cooperatively turned on her side, putting on a weak and powerless appearance, her voice trembling lightly:

"Rebellious Disciple... you, how dare you..."

Ye Xiaoyao knelt on one knee at the edge of the bed, reaching to undo her collar, his fingers deliberately trembling.

"Revered Master, your Disciple... your Disciple is also forced by circumstances..."

"No... you mustn't..."

Liu Yunshuang grabbed his hand, but her grip was soft and weak.

"Revered Master, forgive this offense!"

Ye Xiaoyao resolutely pulled open her bulging collar.

The deep purple robe parted, revealing the moon-white inner garment inside.

His movements halted. Looking at that expanse of snowy white, his Adam's apple bobbed.

This time, it wasn't an act.

Although he had seen it before, under these circumstances, it still stirred a deep heat within him.

Seeing the genuine desire in his eyes, Liu Yunshuang's cheeks flushed even redder, but she continued acting.

"You... you'll regret this..."

"Your Disciple has no regrets!"

Ye Xiaoyao leaned down and kissed her cherry lips, silencing her unfinished words.

Liu Yunshuang let out a soft hum, her arms encircling his neck, beginning to respond.

At this point in the play, it was hard to distinguish which part was acting and which part was genuine feeling.

Robes slipped off one by one, the bed curtains swayed gently.

The night deepened. In the room, only suppressed panting and fragmented whimpers remained.

Occasionally, a line or two of dialogue could be heard.

"Revered Master, does this feel better?"

"Rebellious Disciple... you, slower..."

"Your Disciple... can't hold back..."

"Ah~, g-gently, please~~"

Later, the dialogue became disordered, leaving only the most primitive calls.

"Husband~~"

"Shuanger..."

...

The clothing symbolizing the Sect Master's dignity now lay in disarray, like the lingering aftermath of a grand ceremony.

Moonlight leaked through the window crack, illuminating the scattered purple robe and cyan Daoist robe on the floor.

Along with that blue bellyband embroidered with empty mountains and a full moon, the silk stockings, and the embroidered shoes with purple bamboo patterns...