Chapter 113: That Was a Dream?

As soon as night fell, Meng Yingxing, whose injuries had only just taken a turn for the better, was extremely diligent in wanting to continue his cultivation, earnestly intending to consolidate and stabilize his cultivation base which had just entered the Upper Stage of the Tiny Star realm.

And then, he was smacked on the forehead by Xiu Qingcheng.

With both hands on her hips, she stared at Meng Yingxing with extreme dissatisfaction.

“Cultivate what? Forge what body?”

“You’d better rest properly and heal your injuries! Careful that when the time comes, your spiritual power cultivation is good, but your physical body is full of old injuries, fragile as a piece of paper.”

Meng Yingxing sheepishly scratched his hair but still obeyed Xiu Qingcheng’s arrangement.

His cultivation had just advanced a step; it indeed seemed unnecessary to be so hasty.

Deep in the night, Meng Yingxing extinguished the candle and sat on the bed.

He turned his face, watching as Xiu Qingcheng rested one foot on the floor and curled the other leg onto the chaise longue, propping up her cheek as she gazed at the moon outside the window.

Xiu Qingcheng was looking at the moon, lost in thought, and Meng Yingxing also didn’t know what was going through his Master’s mind.

Meng Yingxing thought for a moment, then asked dryly,

“Master, aren’t you going to sleep?”

“If you sleep, wouldn’t it allow your spirit or something to be replenished?”

Meng Yingxing didn’t know if he was unaware that Xiu Qingcheng absolutely didn’t need to sleep, but he still hoped Xiu Qingcheng could get some appropriate sleep and rest.

Hearing this, Xiu Qingcheng stood up from the chaise longue; the red robe hanging on her arms fluttered like feathered raiment, and under the illumination of the moonlight, she was as beautiful as an ethereal fairy who might leave at any moment.

She looked at Meng Yingxing on the bed, and a cunning expression appeared on her face again.

“Disciple… are you inviting Master to sleep together?”

“Although it’s not quite proper, but… it’s not impossible, is it?”

Clearly, Xiu Qingcheng had just reflected on not teasing her disciple too much, but it turned out that ‘rivers and mountains are easy to change, but a person’s nature is hard to alter.’

Xiu Qingcheng just said whatever came to her mouth.

And just as Xiu Qingcheng expected, Meng Yingxing instantly panicked.

“Together, let’s forget about together!”

“I can give the bed to Master to sleep!”

How could he dare let Master sleep on the floor or anywhere else!

As a disciple, there was no reason to fight for the bed with his Master!

Besides, sleeping together… that was absolutely out of the question!

Xiu Qingcheng walked with light steps to stand before Meng Yingxing, extending both hands to press him down onto the bed.

She was smiling with narrowed eyes; even the crescent moon outside the window didn’t have a fraction of the gentleness in Xiu Qingcheng’s smile.

“Just kidding. Master doesn’t need to sleep; you just sleep by yourself.”

“Besides, now that I have a physical form, I can keep watch for you at night. If someone like that Nan Feixue breaks in again, I’ll solve it for you with two ‘clang clang’ punches.”

After saying this, Xiu Qingcheng turned around, letting the moonlight outline a few contours of her slender figure.

Meng Yingxing looked at Xiu Qingcheng’s back, a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

“Master… do you really not need to sleep?”

In Meng Yingxing’s sparse experience, aside from Xiu Qingcheng, this Ting Tian Sword spirit, he had never seen any other spirits.

He didn’t know if Xiu Qingcheng’s claim that spirits didn’t need sleep was actually true or false.

Every time Meng Yingxing heard Xiu Qingcheng say she didn’t need sleep, he would think,

“What if Xiu Qingcheng is talking nonsense?”

“If I needed to sleep, something would have happened long ago after not sleeping for so long, right?”

“Don’t think too much! I told you to sleep, so just sleep!”

Xiu Qingcheng found Meng Yingxing too dawdling; she lifted his quilt in one go and stuffed him into the bedding.

Meng Yingxing had no choice but to bid Xiu Qingcheng goodnight.

Actually, Meng Yingxing wasn’t the type to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow; he often tossed and turned in bed for a long time before falling asleep.

But today, he didn’t know what was going on; the moment Meng Yingxing hit the pillow, he felt very, very sleepy, his eyelids so heavy he couldn’t open them on his own.

Before he closed his eyes, he saw Xiu Qingcheng close the window and sit back on the chaise longue, and then a cloud of pink mist swallowed everything before his eyes.

“Disciple~”

What awakened Meng Yingxing again was Xiu Qingcheng’s voice.

But this time, Xiu Qingcheng’s tone was worlds apart from before.

Her voice was still as pleasant and melodious, but at this moment, it carried a rare, infinite charm, landing in Meng Yingxing’s ears like it was tickling his heart.

“Ma-Master…”

Meng Yingxing opened his eyes with effort, but immediately widened them.

The Xiu Qingcheng before his eyes not only had a tone worlds apart from usual, but even her posture at this moment was vastly different from normal.

Although the clothes Xiu Qingcheng usually wore looked somewhat thin, and she would occasionally reveal the panties under her short skirt in front of Meng Yingxing, at least those were unintentional acts on Xiu Qingcheng’s part.

But the Xiu Qingcheng currently before Meng Yingxing’s eyes— that was something else entirely.

She was kneeling on the ground, her clothes half-removed, revealing large patches of pink, tender skin that should and shouldn’t be seen.

The dark blue Ting Tian Sword was embraced in Xiu Qingcheng’s arms, gently clamped between her chest and thighs, and she even occasionally rubbed her skin against it, seemingly hinting at something to the Meng Yingxing before her.

“Disciple? You’re awake?”

Xiu Qingcheng gave a charming smile to Meng Yingxing, beautiful enough to make gods and men topple, and ten thousand flowers lose their color.

She held the Ting Tian Sword in a reverse grip and slowly stood up; the red robe that hung loosely on Xiu Qingcheng’s elbows— which Meng Yingxing had never seen slip even for a moment— unexpectedly slid to the ground like a waterfall.

Those crystal-clear bare feet landed on the floor, walking step by step toward Meng Yingxing.

Finally, Xiu Qingcheng lifted a leg and sat on Meng Yingxing’s lap, wrapping both arms around Meng Yingxing’s neck, one hand flirtatiously hooking the Ting Tian Sword.

“Master!?”

What was happening!?

Meng Yingxing had never imagined his own Master would make such a move; his blood, which had just calmed down in the afternoon, boiled once again, rushing straight to the top of his head.

Facing this strange Master, Meng Yingxing wanted to struggle but found he couldn’t move.

He wanted to close his eyes but completely couldn’t control his eyelids either.

He could only face such a devastatingly beautiful Master, clearly seeing every inch of territory on her face and skin.

“Disciple.”

Xiu Qingcheng smiled charmingly, lifting Meng Yingxing’s chin with one hand, and kissed directly onto his lips.

Meng Yingxing’s eyes widened even more for a moment.

A sweet taste spread in his mouth following Xiu Qingcheng’s action of invading Meng Yingxing’s lips.

After a long while, Xiu Qingcheng finally let go of Meng Yingxing.

She noticed Meng Yingxing’s gaze, shocked into dullness, and only found it amusing.

“Why so shocked? Is it strange?”

“I am just fulfilling the responsibility a Master should fulfill. Is there a problem with a Master personally teaching her disciple dual cultivation? No problem at all.”

Saying this, Xiu Qingcheng even placed her hand on Meng Yingxing’s…

Meng Yingxing’s neck trembled violently, like a pool of water about to shatter.

His brain, his brain was trembling!

Master’s hand was soft, cool, and a little comfortable.

Was he dreaming!? Why did the feeling seem so real!

Xiu Qingcheng’s gaze was like spring water, staring straight at Meng Yingxing; then she stood up, lifting one foot to step on Meng Yingxing’s body, seemingly wanting to stop Meng Yingxing’s dangerous behavior.

“Disciple, how are… my feet?”

Xiu Qingcheng looked at her own lifted jade foot, her face dyed with a clear crimson blush.

Meng Yingxing felt he had completely lost the ability to think; his brain was about to melt along with this unprecedented experience.

The content of the book left by Nan Feixue, which Xiu Qingcheng had read in the morning, surfaced in his mind again.

“Feet “

No matter how Meng Yingxing tried to distract himself, he couldn’t wave these words away from his mind.

Even afterwards, the other strange positions Meng Yingxing had memorized happened one by one between Master and him.

Clearly, he knew this was absolutely wrong, but that marvelous feeling made it impossible for him to stop.

Truly, sipping wine together before others, embracing soft jade by the lamp’s side. Glancing back into the embrace, always full of affection—pain, pain, pain. Gradually hearing trembling sounds, a faint flush surging!

Meng Yingxing’s final consciousness lingered on Xiu Qingcheng opening her mouth, emitting an “Ah————” sound toward him.

Xiu Qingcheng’s expression, with her face flushed red and eyes slightly narrowed, was simply soul-hooking.

The sound of crows today seemed a bit loud.

Xiu Qingcheng, who had spent another night in a daze, lay bored on the table beside the chaise longue; although she had maintained one posture all night, she felt absolutely no numbness.

The sound of crows outside the window was louder and crisper than in previous days, but to Xiu Qingcheng’s ears, it just felt a bit noisy.

Xiu Qingcheng calculated the time; it was about morning, so she simply got up and opened the window she had closed last night.

Instantly, spring light appeared, filling the room with the colors of spring, and the birds outside the window were startled into flight by Xiu Qingcheng’s action of opening the window.

Startled along with the birds was Meng Yingxing, who, for some unknown reason, abruptly sat up from the bed.

“Disciple, you’re awake? Good morning.”

Xiu Qingcheng turned her head to look at Meng Yingxing, only to see his head covered in sweat, his face so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

Meng Yingxing looked up and saw Xiu Qingcheng, his brain incredibly chaotic.

Morning?

Then… that was a dream?

He actually had such a dream?

He actually had such a dream about Master!

And…

Meng Yingxing lifted the quilt slightly, and his face immediately turned from red to the purple of a pig’s liver.

Seeing that Meng Yingxing didn’t reply to her and his face looked as ugly as if he had eaten bird droppings, Xiu Qingcheng felt strange and walked over.

Unexpectedly, Xiu Qingcheng had only taken half a step when she was stopped by Meng Yingxing shouting very excitedly.

“Master! Don’t come over!”

Xiu Qingcheng froze in place upon hearing this: “?”

Did the disciple learn bad things?

She didn’t even dare to think about what the disciple wanted to do in the future!

Xiu Qingcheng stared at Meng Yingxing with her Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, wanting to see something in Meng Yingxing’s eyes, but Meng Yingxing lowered his eyes, his gaze dodging hers.

“Ma-Master, I-I-I-I slept too hot, sweating, I’ll go take a shower!”

Before Xiu Qingcheng could ask another question, Meng Yingxing slurred his words and rushed into the washroom as fast as a rabbit.

Hot?

Xiu Qingcheng typed out a question mark and looked out the window.

Although spring had arrived, the spring chill was still sharp; how could he sweat from sleeping?

Xiu Qingcheng walked to the bedside, baffled, but felt there was a faint, strange smell in the air.

This smell… was a bit familiar?