1: You traitor, get out of here now!

[Yanzu, Reba, brain storage area!]

[Hmm? Brains! Crunch, crunch... so delicious!!]

[The late Emperor's ambition was only halfway achieved, but the Spring and Autumn spent the whole budget!]

[Slow-paced setup in the early stages, it gets faster later (doge face)]

[If there are readers from my previous book, you'll know if my speed is fast or not! 1070145443, 980410590 (manual funny face)]

[Revered Master's Illustration]

Pain!

So much pain!!

Qin Feng struggled to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was the intricate ice lotus embroidery.

A faint, elegant fragrance wafted through the air.

It wasn't his scent.

This was... Revered Master's room!

With a start, Qin Feng was instantly jolted awake, the Chaos of his hangover dispelled by terror.

He sat up abruptly, the brocade quilt sliding down to reveal his firm chest.

Beside him, a figure was curled up, her fragrant shoulders trembling slightly as suppressed sobs came in fits and starts.

"Wuwuwu..."

The sound struck Qin Feng's mind like a bolt of heavenly thunder.

It was over.

Completely over.

He turned his head stiffly and saw that beautiful face, tear-streaked and filled with both shame and anger.

It was indeed his Revered Master, Zhao Muxue.

Zhao Muxue looked up sharply, her bloodshot eyes glaring at him intently, her voice carrying a sob and endless fury.

"Rebellious Disciple!"

Those two words made Qin Feng's heart sink to rock bottom.

Almost instinctively, he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Revered Master!"

Qin Feng's mind raced, trying to find any shred of an excuse from last night's alcohol-induced blackout.

"Last night you were drunk, and I was drunk too. I couldn't control myself after drinking, there was nothing I could do!"

He could only blame everything on the alcohol.

Although he seemed to remember it was Revered Master who made the first move... saying that now would be like adding fuel to the fire.

Zhao Muxue's tears flowed even harder. She clutched the quilt, her voice trembling.

"Rebellious Disciple, then why did you touch me this morning?"

Qin Feng was stunned.

The focus was the morning? Not last night?

Revered Master's train of thought was indeed different from ordinary people.

But this gave him a chance, a chance to explain!

"Didn't I think I hadn't woken up yet? I just wanted to touch you to test the feel!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Qin Feng wanted to give himself a big slap.

What did he mean by 'test the feel'?

Those words sounded more beastly than a beast!

He was already prepared to face Revered Master's thunderous wrath; even being struck dead with a single palm would be his own fault.

However... the expected fury did not descend.

A strange silence fell over the room, leaving only the sound of Zhao Muxue's slight panting.

Her cheeks were so red they looked ready to drip blood, whether from anger or shame.

After a long time, she squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet it reached Qin Feng's ears clearly.

"Rebellious Disciple, then... did you touch the right place?"

...Qin Feng's brain crashed.

What?

Tou... touched the right place?

What kind of question was that?

Was it a trap? A test? Or... He stared blankly at Zhao Muxue. After she said those words, she bit her lip hard and buried her head in the quilt, even the tips of her ears turning a deep crimson.

The atmosphere instantly shifted from a judgment scene to something ambiguously charged.

Qin Feng's mouth felt dry, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.

He was about to speak, tentatively asking, "Then where does Revered Master think is the right place?" when a clear, pleasant voice came from outside the Immortal Cave without warning.

"Revered Master, have you seen Senior Brother Qin?"

It was Junior Sister Lin Yao!

"I went to look for Eldest Senior Brother today, but I found he wasn't in his Immortal Cave."

The voice approached from a distance, sounding exceptionally clear.

In an instant, the ambiguous air in the Immortal Cave was sucked dry, freezing into ice.

The color drained from Qin Feng's face in a flash.

He snapped his gaze toward Zhao Muxue.

Zhao Muxue also snapped her gaze toward him. In those bloodshot eyes, anger and shame were instantly replaced by a terror known as 'destruction.'

It's over!

Those two words exploded in the hearts of both Revered Master and disciple at the same time.

Lin Yao's voice was crisp and lively, but at this moment, it sounded like a death-dealing Talismanic Incantation, every word hammering on their strained nerves.

"Revered Master?"

The footsteps outside stopped. Clearly, Lin Yao was a bit confused by the lack of response.

Qin Feng felt his blood run cold, his muscles tensing like iron.

He didn't even dare to breathe.

What to do? What to do!

He signaled frantically to Zhao Muxue with his eyes, mouthing silently: Quick! Think of something!

Zhao Muxue gripped the brocade quilt so hard her knuckles turned white. She took a deep breath, seemingly using all her strength to keep her voice from trembling.

But the unavoidable hoarseness in her voice still betrayed her current state.

"Ahem..."

She cleared her throat, her voice three degrees colder and three degrees higher than usual.

"He... he is in my Immortal Cave discussing important matters."

The words fell.

Inside and outside the Immortal Cave, a deathly silence fell.

Qin Feng's heart almost stopped beating. He felt that Revered Master's excuse was terrible.

Early in the morning, a lone man and woman alone in a room—and in Revered Master's bedchamber, no less—discussing important matters?

What important matters?

Discussing last night's positions, or this morning's feel?

Qin Feng could already imagine Lin Yao bursting in with a face full of suspicion in the next second, only to witness this shocking scene.

When that happened, never mind Qin Feng—even Revered Master Zhao Muxue's reputation as a Peak Revered Master would be utterly ruined!

However, Lin Yao outside didn't seem to have any doubts.

Or rather, her reverence for her Revered Master made her simply not dare to think in that direction.

"Oh!"

Lin Yao responded with a sudden realization, her tone full of natural acceptance.

"So Senior Brother is discussing things with Revered Master!"

Qin Feng and Zhao Muxue both let out half a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Junior Sister's mind was relatively simple.

But before they could finish that sigh, Lin Yao's next sentence sent their hearts back into their throats.

"Then does Revered Master need my help? Like serving tea or something?"

Help?

Qin Feng's face turned pale again.

Help your head!

Zhao Muxue's body also clearly stiffened.

She could feel the scorching body heat and the sudden tension in the muscles of the Rebellious Disciple beside her.

She could even imagine that as soon as that little girl came in, this Rebellious Disciple would definitely push all the responsibility onto her without hesitation!

Absolutely cannot let her in!

"No need."

Zhao Muxue's voice was as cold as ice, carrying an unquestionable authority as she refused decisively.

These three words finally completely dampened Lin Yao's enthusiasm.

"Oh... okay, Revered Master."

The voice outside sounded a little aggrieved and disappointed.

"Then I'll come look for Senior Brother Qin later."

Light footsteps sounded, gradually fading into the distance.

Until the sound completely vanished into the mountain wind, no longer audible at all.

Phew... Qin Feng and Zhao Muxue both let out a long, heavy breath at almost the same time.

They survived.

Just now, to deal with the external threat together, the two had temporarily formed a 'united front.'

But now, the enemy had retreated.

They were back to the original judgment scene.

Qin Feng even felt that the current atmosphere was even more deadly than before.

In the air, Zhao Muxue's clear fragrance mixed with the faint scent of alcohol on him and a trace of an indefinable, ambiguous smell, creating an atmosphere that made one's heart race and face flush.

He could hear Revered Master's suppressed, slightly rapid breathing.

He could also feel those eyes that had been glaring at him with anger and fear now quietly resting on him with a complex, hard-to-define emotion.

Qin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke with difficulty.

"Revered Master..."

He wanted to apologize, to explain, to do something to break this deathly silence.

Zhao Muxue, however, was like a startled fawn. She jerked her gaze away and buried her head back into the quilt, leaving Qin Feng with only the sight of her lovely, crimson-flushed nape.

Her voice came muffled from inside the quilt, carrying a hint of a post-crisis sob and annoyance.

"Rebellious Disciple... get out now!"

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