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Bored out of her mind, Xiu Qingcheng reached into Meng Yingxing’s qiankun pouch and started rummaging around. After a bit of digging, she pulled out an apple and immediately took a big bite.
When boredom strikes, the mouth should never be idle.
Meng Yingxing had long ago granted her full access to the pouch precisely so his master could grab a snack whenever hunger called. Still, compared to ordinary fruit, she much preferred spirit fruits laced with spiritual energy—not only did they taste unique, they often came with lovely little buffs.
Like that Immortal Pan Peach—one bite, and your bowels would thank you for a week.
Every now and then she glanced at Meng Yingxing, who was deep in cultivation, checking if he’d hit any snags. Clearly, he hadn’t; no need for her to worry.
In just the past two days he was already brushing against the threshold of the Miaoxing realm, and his diligence was terrifying. Plus, today at the spring market she’d bought him a whole pile of cultivation aids and useful manuals, so he was training even longer than usual.
Xiu Qingcheng flopped onto her back, head hanging upside-down off the edge of the bed. Her black-to-crimson hair spilled over like a waterfall, pooling on the floor in a soft puddle.
She munched her apple while watching Meng Yingxing upside-down—didn’t affect the taste at all.
So boring. She really wanted to tease her disciple.
When’s he going to finish cultivating?
The apple was starting to taste like nothing.
Night deepened. The moon hung bright and the stars sparse.
Meng Yingxing finished his session with a slow gathering gesture of his hands, exhaling a breath of impure qi. The moment he opened his eyes, the first thing he did was look for his master.
He rose from the chaise lounge she’d made him sit on, walked around the screen, and saw her burrowed deep in the blankets—only her head poking out.
The new quilt was thick and plush; she looked exactly like an oversized silkworm cocoon.
The corners of Meng Yingxing’s mouth curved involuntarily.
Like this, his master’s porcelain-doll face lost a bit of its ethereal immortal air and looked… like something that actually belonged in the mortal world.
He walked over slowly, the jade pendant carved with the character “Xiu” at his waist swaying gently.
“Finished cultivating, disciple?”
The moment she heard his footsteps, Xiu Qingcheng snapped out of her daze and turned to look at him.
“Mm.”
Meng Yingxing nodded slightly, a hint of worry on his face. “But I still don’t know when I’ll break through to Miaoxing.”
“Any progress is good progress.”
Xiu Qingcheng was unusually lenient with him—cultivation required the right time, place, and people; you couldn’t rush it.
“Go take a bath.”
She wriggled inside the blanket like a restless caterpillar, then suddenly suggested with suspicious enthusiasm.
Meng Yingxing found it odd—she’d never nagged him about bathing before. “Is there something you need me to do, Master?”
Xiu Qingcheng tapped a finger against her lips, gave a mysterious smile, and suddenly lifted a corner of the blanket.
Half her body was revealed; the glimpse of her jade-white thigh was dazzling.
“It’s so cold tonight, and Master has already warmed the bed for you. Come sleep together?”
Logically, after last night’s dream, she should be the one keeping her distance. Yet here she was, burrowing into the blankets and issuing invitations.
Xiu Qingcheng freely admitted—she was deliberately teasing him.
Only Meng Yingxing’s flustered, helpless reactions could relieve her boredom.
And just as she predicted, the moment the words left her mouth, he froze solid on the spot.
Right now he looked like a thermometer that had shot from zero to boiling—red from his toes to the tips of his ears.
What did he just hear? His master wanted to sleep… together?
Meng Yingxing glanced at the ceiling.
Maybe he should just keep cultivating.
Seeing him turn that shade of red no matter what, Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t help baring her teeth in a huge grin.
“What’s wrong, disciple? Hurry and wash up, then come to bed~ It’s nice and warm.”
She patted the empty space beside her invitingly.
Still provoking!
She’d bet anything that with Meng Yingxing’s deep respect for his master and pure-hearted nature, all he could do was blush and flee—nothing else!
What was she planning? Exactly this!
“Master, I’ll go wash up first!”
Meng Yingxing bolted for the bathroom like his life depended on it.
Watching his retreating back, Xiu Qingcheng laughed so hard she nearly rolled off the bed.
Meals taken care of by disciple, entertainment provided by disciple, boredom cured by teasing disciple.
Being a master? Absolutely fantastic!
Meng Yingxing soaked in the tub, face flushed—whether from lingering embarrassment or the steam, who could say.
His hand rested on the edge, idly playing with the jade pendant she’d given him.
Why had Master suddenly invited him to share the bed?
It couldn’t possibly be just to tease him… right?
Yes, she loved messing with him, but she’d never crossed this kind of line before.
His mind tangled into knots. He had a feeling that behind her seemingly careless antics, there was always some deeper scheme.
He really couldn’t believe his master’s head was ever empty.
Gripping the jade pendant tighter, resolve filled his eyes.
Fine! If Master wanted to sleep together, then as an obedient disciple who always listened to his master, he would—of course—uphold that fine tradition and obey!
Personal embarrassment was insignificant before Master’s command!
Having talked himself into it, Meng Yingxing adopted an expression of noble self-sacrifice. His blush? Completely gone.
Xiu Qingcheng had planned to stop after one good tease, but this time she decided to take the prank all the way.
She bet five copper coins that in the end, out of respect for his master, Meng Yingxing would sleep on the chaise like a good boy!
This was what you called having someone completely figured out!
While she was cackling evilly in her head, Meng Yingxing emerged from the bathroom and stood before her.
She kept her playful expression and lifted the blanket again.
“Come on in, disciple~”
She fully expected him to bolt again.
Meng Yingxing took a deep breath, gave her a firm nod as if steeling himself for battle—and slipped right under the covers she’d opened for him.
Wait. Why did he actually get in?!
Instead of fleeing, he climbed in with unshakable determination. Xiu Qingcheng blanked for a second, passively shoved to the far edge of the bed.
Before she could react, Meng Yingxing had already pulled the quilt over them both and blown out the candle in one smooth combo, plunging the room into darkness.
He wore only his inner robes. Pressed against her, Xiu Qingcheng could clearly feel the slight heat radiating from the boy’s body.
“Stupid disciple! Why did you really get in?!”
Xiu Qingcheng’s eyes went wide as she huffed indignantly.
Meng Yingxing looked perfectly innocent. “Didn’t you tell me to, Master?”
Xiu Qingcheng choked—suddenly speechless.
Now they lay shoulder to shoulder; she felt like a stiff corpse in its grave, not daring to move.
“This is against the rules! Aren’t you always the most respectful disciple?!”
She tried again.
Meng Yingxing, confused why she’d suddenly changed tune, answered obediently all the same:
“I’m only doing what Master told me to. Doesn’t that count as respecting my master?”
“You—!”
Xiu Qingcheng was so flustered she nearly exploded. For the first time, she felt utterly bested by her stupidly honest disciple.
She was even starting to suspect all his previous innocent acts had been a ploy!
Maybe he was actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing!
Fine, respect—Meng Yingxing, you win the respect award!
“So… did I do something wrong, Master?”
He blinked and pressed further.
“No… you didn’t.”
She had no choice but to double down and save face.
This—was what true mastery of someone looked like!
Meng Yingxing had completely mastered Xiu Qingcheng!
“I only told you to get in because tonight is for sword-nurturing.”
With that, she transformed back into the Ting Tian Sword and lay beside him.
The faint floral scent vanished instantly, leaving Meng Yingxing feeling oddly empty. Still, he turned and gently cradled the sword.
Hmph, stupid disciple!
When it’s time to nurture me, I’ll carve a dozen little nicks into your skin! Take your sweet time nurturing then!
Xiu Qingcheng thought with the utmost evil glee.
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