85: Xue'er, my wife, are you calling me?

The night deepened.

At the summit of Qingxin Peak, the cold air was a bit heavier than on the mountainside.

Moonlight like water filtered through the window frames of the Immortal Cave, spilling onto the mirror-smooth floor and reflecting a cold silver radiance.

Power.

This thing not only brings a sense of security.

It can also embolden one.

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the clouds and mist, toward the most towering and desolate palace on the Main Peak.

There lived his Xueer Wife.

A queen whose Dao Heart had just been unsettled by one of his poems, and who had fled in a panic after being provoked by him.

Qin Feng chuckled. With a flicker of his figure, he transformed into a nearly invisible stream of light, silently heading toward the Main Peak... inside Zhao Muxue's sleeping quarters.

She was not sitting in meditation to Cultivate as she usually did.

In her mind, scenes from the day echoed over and over again.

"Sword points to where clouds part at Qingxin, Xueer's smile unravels the heartstrings."

That Rebellious Disciple had recited this poem—enough to make any woman lose her composure—with such a focused gaze, as if she were the only person left in the world.

And that warm, large hand that had brushed past her temples.

Zhao Muxue's cheeks betrayingly flushed with a moving blush once more.

Without even realizing it herself, the corners of her mouth were curling upward slightly.

"Rebellious Disciple..."

Her red lips parted slightly as she murmured.

That voice lacked even a hint of the majesty of a Peak Revered Master; it was clearly that of a young girl in love, coyly complaining to her sweetheart.

"Is Xueer Wife calling me?"

A voice filled with amusement rang out without warning in the silent sleeping quarters.

Zhao Muxue's body suddenly stiffened!

She whipped her head around.

Only to see that Qin Feng had appeared before her bed at some unknown time.

With his arms crossed, he was looking her up and down with a mischievous smirk.

"You... when did you come in!"

Both shocked and ashamed, Zhao Muxue instinctively pulled at her collar, trying to cover the snowy-white skin exposed by her reclining position.

"At the moment you called me Rebellious Disciple."

Qin Feng stepped forward slowly and sat directly on the edge of the bed.

The chill of the Cold Ice Jade Bed was nothing more than a cool breeze to his current Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Physique.

He reached out, wanting to grasp that jade-like hand which was frantically tidying her lapel.

"Presumptuous!"

Like a startled rabbit, Zhao Muxue jerked her hand back. Her phoenix eyes glared as she forced herself to maintain her air as his Revered Master.

"Who permitted you to intrude into my sleeping quarters?"

"Rebellious Disciple! Do you have no sense of status or hierarchy!"

Seeing her fierce exterior masking her internal weakness, Qin Feng felt even more amused.

Instead of backing down, he leaned even closer to her.

"Xueer Wife," Qin Feng lowered his voice.

"There were many people during the day, so I gave you Face."

"Now, there are only the two of us here."

"If you call me Rebellious Disciple again, believe it or not, I'll run away!"

"You... you wouldn't dare!"

"Xueer Wife..."

"Rebelli... what does Husband want to do now?"

She instinctively corrected herself.

Qin Feng's smile grew even more radiant.

He leaned close to her ear and said, word by word, in a magnetic voice that only the two of them could hear:

"..."

Inside the sleeping quarters, a deathly silence fell.

Zhao Muxue's moving phoenix eyes slowly widened.

She looked at Qin Feng, her eyes filled with bewilderment and confusion.

This Rebellious Disciple had come to her sleeping quarters in the middle of the night just to... tremble?

Looking at Qin Feng, her exceptionally brilliant mind experienced its first-ever crash.

She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist her curiosity. With an inquisitive and cautious tone, she asked softly:

"What... is that?"

"Pfft—"

Qin Feng almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He looked at his Revered Master's innocent expression.

"Ahem," Qin Feng cleared his throat, and a solemn, sacred expression—like that of a teacher—appeared on his Face.

"Xueer Wife, this is the Supreme Great Dao that I realized between life and death."

Zhao Muxue was completely lost, but she still understood those few words...