Chapter 98 The Junior Sisters Test the Waters

Purple Bamboo Peak, Listening to Rain Pavilion.

This was Su Ye's Immortal Cave, backed by a bamboo forest and facing a spiritual spring pond. It was secluded and elegant.

Pushing open the bamboo door, Su Ye casually set up a sound-insulation Restriction and collapsed onto the large cloud bed without any regard for his image.

"Phew..."

He let out a long breath and rubbed his throbbing temples.

This morning had been exhausting, what with the killing, the acting, and dealing with that fox-like Second Junior Sister; it was truly draining.

Especially Jiang Wanyin's ambiguous look at the end, which set off alarm bells in Su Ye's heart.

"Looks like next time I go to Cold Moon Palace, I'll have to wash up with spiritual spring water first. That woman's nose is sharper than a Howling Celestial Dog's."

Su Ye muttered to himself, then his mind stirred.

"System, retrieve the mission reward."

Hum!

With an imperceptible spatial fluctuation, a palm-sized, crimson gourd appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The surface of the gourd was covered in ancient, obscure Dao patterns, faintly emitting a terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble.

This aura was not the pressure of spiritual power, but a pure, extreme killing intent.

It felt as if one glance at it would be enough to tear one's Divine Soul apart.

emperor grade spirit artifact — immortal slaying flying dagger!

"A fine treasure."

Su Ye's eyes flashed, his fingers gently stroking the cold body of the gourd.

Although he couldn't fully unleash the power of this emperor grade spirit artifact yet, with this item, he had a trump card to kill anyone, even those in the Dao Integration Realm or even half-step Mahayana Stage.

"That old thing Zhao Wuji, he died without even knowing he'd been used to make a wedding dress for me."

Su Ye sneered and hung the gourd at his waist, covering it with his robe.

Just then, light footsteps came from outside the door, accompanied by two familiar auras.

Knock, knock, knock.

The bamboo door was gently tapped.

"Senior Brother, are you inside?"

A timid, soft voice came, like an oriole in early spring, enough to make one's bones melt. It was the Third Junior Sister, Qin Yurou.

Immediately after, another voice, as cold as spring water, also rang out: "Senior Brother, we heard that something major happened in the Sect today, so we came to check on you."

It was the Third Junior Sister, Lin Qingzhu.

Su Ye raised an eyebrow, sat up from the bed, adjusted his robes, and instantly put on the appearance of a gentle, jade-like Senior Brother.

"Come in, the door's unlocked."

Creak—

The bamboo door opened.

Two beautiful figures walked in one after the other.

Qin Yurou, walking in front, wore a goose-yellow flowing fairy dress. Her figure was petite and exquisite, and her delicate face was devoid of makeup, yet flushed with a natural rosy glow.

She was carrying a food box, and when she saw Su Ye, her big eyes were filled with concern and a hint of imperceptible panic.

"Senior Brother, are... are you okay?"

Qin Yurou hurried to the table, put down the food box, and looked Su Ye up and down.

"I heard from the Senior Brothers at the Deacon Hall that a Grand Elder died at Tianshu Peak last night, and it was a spy from the Demon Sect. Even the Sovereign Master was alarmed."

"You are the first holy son, will those Demon Sect evildoers target you?"

The little girl's eyes were actually slightly red as she spoke.

She possessed the Nine-Orifice Exquisite Heart, making her thoughts the most sensitive and pure, and her perception of danger far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Lin Qingzhu, who followed behind her, was dressed in green, holding a long sword, her posture as straight as a pine.

Although her expression was cold and not as emotionally expressive as Qin Yurou's, her beautiful eyes, looking at Su Ye, also held deep concern.

"Senior Brother, if there is danger, everyone on Purple Bamboo Peak is willing to stand with you."

Lin Qingzhu's words were short and powerful, revealing the unique decisiveness of a Sword Cultivator.

Looking at the two Junior Sisters who genuinely cared for him, a warm current flowed through Su Ye's heart.

In this world of Cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, such pure friendship was truly rare.

"Silly girl."

Su Ye smiled and reached out, habitually rubbing Qin Yurou's small head, messing up her neatly combed hair bun.

"If the sky falls, there are taller people to hold it up."

"Look at Sovereign Master Ye, and our Revered Master, which one of them isn't a Great Power with heaven-reaching abilities?"

"Even if those Demon Sect evildoers had the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard, they wouldn't dare to attack Purple Bamboo Peak directly."

"Besides..."

Su Ye's mouth curled into a confident arc, and he gently tapped the long sword (moon gazing) at his waist.

"Your Senior Brother is now a Soul Transformation expert. If ordinary small thieves come, I'll kill one if one comes, and I'll kill a pair if two come."

"Ugh... Senior Brother, you messed up my hair again."

Qin Yurou protested with a blushing face, but she didn't dodge; instead, she rubbed against Su Ye's palm like a satisfied kitten.

"It's good that Senior Brother is fine."

She opened the food box, and a rich Spiritual Qi accompanied by an enticing aroma wafted out.

"This is 'Hundred Herb Nourishing Spirit Soup' that I specifically went to the Spirit Dining Hall to brew. I added thousand-year snow lotus and red blood ginseng. Senior Brother... didn't you heal your injuries last night? It's just right to nourish your body."

When she mentioned "healing," Qin Yurou's eyes flickered.

Although she was simple, she wasn't stupid.

This morning at Taichu Hall, Su Ye said in front of everyone that he had spent the night in Revered Master's bedchamber. This matter had already spread like wildfire in the Sect.

Although everyone believed it was for healing, her woman's intuition told her something was weird.

Su Ye looked at the bowl of spiritual soup, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Nourish his body?

His Ancient Desolate Sacred Body was already at Major Achievement, and his Qi and blood were as vigorous as a humanoid tyrannosaurus; any more nourishment and he'd have a nosebleed.

However, seeing the expectant look in his Junior Sister's eyes, he picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp.

"Delicious! Yuruo's cooking skills are getting better and better."

Su Ye praised.

Qin Yurou smiled like a flower, and her previous worry vanished.

"By the way, Senior Brother."

The silent Lin Qingzhu suddenly spoke, looking at Su Ye with burning eyes.

"That... the mysterious expert who killed Zhao Wuji, was it really not Senior Brother?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Yurou also widened her eyes in curiosity.

Su Ye put down the bowl and wiped his mouth calmly.

"Qing Zhu, do you think your Senior Brother has that ability?"

"That was a Great Power at the Dongxu Realm, only one major Realm away from Revered Master."

"If I could kill him in seconds, would I still need to fight for the position of Saint? The Sovereign Master might as well abdicate and hand it over to me."

Su Ye's tone was relaxed and teasing, without any flaws.

Lin Qingzhu stared into his eyes for a long time, and finally shook her head gently.

"That's true."

"Although Senior Brother is a peerless genius, the gap in Realm is indeed insurmountable."

"I was overthinking it."

Su Ye chuckled inwardly.

This Third Junior Sister's intuition was sharp, but unfortunately, her thinking was constrained by common sense.

"Alright, since you're here, there are some things I should tell you." Su Ye put away his smile and said seriously.

"Three months from now, I will lead a team to crusade against the Primordial Demon Abyss. This is the highest-level mission of the Sect."

"During this time, Purple Bamboo Peak might not be peaceful."

"Qing Zhu, you must supervise the Inner Sect Disciple to strengthen their Cultivation, especially the practice of the sword array; do not slack off."

"Yuruo, you should focus on Alchemy within the peak during this time; do not leave the mountain casually. If you lack any Spiritual Plant, go directly to your Second Martial Sister to withdraw them from the warehouse."

Upon hearing this, the two women's expressions became solemn.

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

"Don't worry, Senior Brother, I will also work hard to Cultivate and strive to be able to help you in three months!" Qin Yurou said firmly, clutching her small fist.

Su Ye smiled, gave a few more instructions, and sent them out of the Immortal Cave.

Watching their departing backs, the smile on Su Ye's face gradually faded, replaced by a touch of solemnity.

"Primordial Demon Abyss..."

"Seven Sons of the Heavenly Demon..."

"It seems that I cannot be idle for these three months."

...

Night fell.

A crescent moon hung high in the sky, and the cold moonlight spilled over the one hundred and eight peaks of Primordial Origin Holy Land.

On the top of Purple Bamboo Peak, Cold Moon Palace.

At this time, the palace gate was tightly closed, and a faint Restriction covered the surroundings, isolating all outside detection.

Su Ye passed through the Restriction with familiarity, just like returning to his own home.

Inside the main hall.

A few night-luminescent pearls emitted a soft light.

Leng Yueli was sitting cross-legged on the cold jade bed that symbolized the dignity of the Peak Revered Master.

She had changed out of the solemn palace dress she wore during the day and was currently wearing only a thin, moon-white silk nightgown.

Her long hair was draped casually over her shoulders, losing the sharpness and dignity of the daytime, and gaining a bit of a homely woman's posture.

However, her beautiful face was covered with frost at this moment.

Her eyes were tightly closed, as if she were meditating and Cultivating, but the slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed her heart, which was not calm at the moment.

Su Ye lightened his footsteps, drifting to the bedside like a ghost.

He did not speak, just watched her quietly.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Leng Yueli finally could not keep up the act.

She opened her eyes abruptly, her beautiful eyes filled with a hint of shame and annoyance as she glared fiercely at Su Ye.

"Coming here without making a sound, are you trying to scare your Revered Master to death?"

Su Ye grinned and sat directly on the edge of the bed, less than half a foot away from Leng Yueli.

"Revered Master is a Tribulation Transcendence Stage Great Power. If you could be scared to death by your disciple, wouldn't I be able to brag about it for a lifetime?"

"Smooth-tongued!"

Leng Yueli snorted coldly, but her body subconsciously shrank inward, as if trying to avoid the burning masculine aura emanating from Su Ye.

"Today at Taichu Hall..."

She bit her lower lip, a hint of tremor entering her originally cold and aloof voice.

"You are too bold!"

"To actually have me bear witness to that kind of thing in front of the Sovereign Master and the Elders..."

"Do you know, if anyone saw even the slightest clue, would I still have any face left?"

Thinking back to the strange looks from Ye Wudao and the others during the day, Leng Yueli felt her face burning.

This Rebellious Disciple is simply playing with fire!

Seeing her shy and annoyed appearance, Su Ye loved her even more.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Leng Yueli's soft, boneless little hand.

"You..."

Leng Yueli's body stiffened. She wanted to struggle, but was held tightly by Su Ye.

"Revered Master, that is not correct."

Su Ye put away his smile, looking at her with deep and focused affection.

"In that situation, that old dog Liu Canghai was being aggressive. If I hadn't invoked you, Revered Master, as my support, would he have let it go so easily?"

"Besides..."

Su Ye leaned in slightly, his warm breath sprinkling onto Leng Yueli's cheeks.

"What I said was the truth."

"Last night, I was indeed here, and Revered Master was indeed 'channeling' Spiritual Qi for me, isn't that right?"

He emphasized the word "channeling" heavily, carrying a hint of ambiguity.

Swish!

Leng Yueli's ears turned completely red instantly.

That wasn't channeling Spiritual Qi last night!

It was clearly...

"Shut up! Don't say another word!"

Leng Yueli was so ashamed and angry she wanted to die. She grabbed a pillow with her other hand and wanted to throw it, but it was easily caught by Su Ye's other hand.

With a pull, Leng Yueli exclaimed, lost her balance, and fell directly into Su Ye's arms.

A soft, warm, and fragrant body filled his arms.

The familiar scent of orchids instantly filled Su Ye's nostrils.

"Rebellious Disciple! Presumptuous!"

Although Leng Yueli was scolding him, her struggle grew weaker and weaker, finally turning into light taps on Su Ye's chest.

"Revered Master, don't move."

Su Ye suddenly whispered, his tone becoming somewhat serious.

"I feel that the 'Cold Poison' in your body, Revered Master, seems to be acting up again."

"If not resolved in time, I'm afraid it will affect your Cultivation."

Leng Yueli froze for a moment, lifted her head, and looked at him with watery, dazed eyes.

"Cold Poison?"

She possessed the Cold Moon Orchid Body and was naturally close to the Ice and Snow Dao; where would any Cold Poison come from?

This was clearly an excuse for this Rebellious Disciple to do bad things!

"You... stop lying to me."

Leng Yueli said with a lack of confidence.

"We just... did that last night, how could it act up so quickly?"

"Revered Master, you don't know."

Su Ye spouted nonsense with a straight face.

"Last night was just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. To completely eradicate it, one must be persistent. Forty-nine treatment sessions, not one less."

"Furthermore, it is recorded in the Dragon and Phoenix Harmonious Chanting Art that the method of Dual Cultivation values persistence."

"Revered Master, you wouldn't want your disciple to lack strength and die in the Primordial Demon Abyss three months from now, would you?"

Hearing the words "die in the Primordial Demon Abyss," Leng Yueli's heart tightened abruptly.

The shyness in her eyes faded, replaced by deep concern.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

She extended her finger, pressing it against Su Ye's lips, her voice softening significantly.

"With me here, who could hurt you?"

"That immortal slaying flying dagger... did you get it?"

Su Ye nodded and took out the crimson gourd.

"Revered Master is wise as always, seeing through your disciple's little scheme at a glance."

Leng Yueli looked at the gourd, which was emitting monstrous malevolent Qi, and a flash of surprise crossed her eyes.

"It really is an emperor grade spirit artifact."

"With this item, even if you encounter a Mahayana Stage Cultivator, you will have the strength to protect yourself."

Saying this, she sighed softly, her body relaxing and leaning docilely into Su Ye's arms.

"Yeer."

"This trip to the Primordial Demon Abyss is extremely dangerous."

"Since the Demon Sect dared to send Zhao Wuji to infiltrate the Holy Land, it shows they have grand designs."

"For these three months, you should go into seclusion in the Cold Moon Palace."

"Your Revered Master... will help you Cultivate with all my might."

Saying the last sentence, her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, her cheeks so red they looked like they would drip blood.

Help you Cultivate with all my might.

Both of them knew the implication of these words.

Su Ye was deeply moved.

Looking at this peerless beauty who was usually high and mighty but now ready for the taking in his arms, how could he still hold back?

"I humbly obey Revered Master's decree."

Su Ye chuckled softly and lowered his head to kiss those two tender, dripping-red lips.

"Mmm..."

Leng Yueli's delicate body trembled slightly, and her hands subconsciously wrapped around Su Ye's neck.

On the cold jade bed, the curtains slowly fell, concealing the spring scenery in the room.

"Wait... gently..."

"That piece of clothing... don't tear it... it's a Heaven Rank Magic Treasure..."

"Riiip—"

"Rebellious Disciple! I'll kill you!"

"Revered Master, focus, it's time to circulate Qi."

"Mmm... wretched debt..."

The moon set and the stars faded.

The movements inside the Cold Moon Palace continued until the second half of the night before gradually subsiding.

Su Ye leaned against the head of the bed, refreshed, holding the soundly sleeping Leng Yueli in his arms.

After a session of "in-depth communication," the Spiritual Qi within both of them had been greatly purified.

Especially Su Ye.

Under the operation of the Dragon and Phoenix Harmonious Chanting Art, Leng Yueli's incredibly pure Tribulation Transcendence Stage Yuan Yin energy (though not the first time, it was still vast) continuously nourished his Ancient Desolate Sacred Body.

He could feel that the Bottleneck stuck at the sixth level of the Soul Transformation Stage was already showing signs of loosening.

"At this speed, it's not impossible to break through to the Dongxu Realm within three months."

A flash of brilliance crossed Su Ye's eyes.

He looked down at the beauty in his arms.

Leng Yueli was sleeping deeply, with a few crystal-clear teardrops hanging on her long eyelashes, clearly having been tossed about quite heavily.

That originally cold and aloof face now appeared exceptionally fragile, evoking pity in one's heart.

Su Ye gently pressed a kiss onto her forehead and tucked the quilt in for her.

Afterward, he rose on tiptoes, threw on an outer robe, and walked onto the terrace of the Cold Moon Palace.

The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing his robe hem.

Su Ye stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the pitch-black night sky in the distance.

That direction was exactly where the Primordial Demon Abyss was located.

"Seven Sons of the Heavenly Demon..."

A cold arc curled at the corner of Su Ye's mouth.

In his hand, the crimson gourd trembled slightly, as if yearning for the nourishment of fresh blood.

"Since you are in such a hurry to die, then this Saint will fulfill your wish."

"Three months from now."

"I will make this immortal slaying flying dagger drink its fill of Demon blood and shake eternity!"

At this moment.

Below Purple Bamboo Peak.

A sneaky red figure was lying at the edge of the Mountain Protecting Grand Array, holding an invisibility talisman in her hand, but she dared not take another step forward.

It was Jiang Wanyin, who had returned after leaving.

She bit her silver teeth, looking at the brightly lit Cold Moon Palace at the peak, her little face full of conflict.

"Damnable Senior Brother!"

"Damnable Revered Master!"

"What time is it, and you're still 'healing'? Do you really take me, Jiang Wanyin, for a three-year-old child?"

She angrily plucked at a Spiritual Plant in her hand, the petals scattering all over the ground.

"Hmph!"

"I don't believe I can't catch you in the act!"

"Senior Brother is mine... no, wait, Senior Brother belongs to everyone!"

"Revered Master can't eat alone!"

Jiang Wanyin stomped her foot, but in the end, she didn't dare to break through the barrier set up by a Tribulation Transcendence Stage Great Power, so she could only turn and leave, fuming.

In the wind, her unwilling muttering could be faintly heard:

"Just you wait..."

"Next time, I want to 'heal' too..."