Chapter 112: Stifled Confessions

Bai Li, at least, was simply curious and wanted to ask. But Xia Baiqian was livid.

“Oh, Master,” she hissed, “so listening to that woman, it seems before you lost your memory, you really did have something with someone else?”

“Ignoring the three beautiful, graceful women right at home, you’d rather set your sights on that old crone of unknown age? Master, I really need to keep you in check.”

Xia Baiqian’s hands and her legs, sheathed in white pantyhose, began to stir restlessly.

Since the bed was originally for Xu Mengdie alone, with thick pillars at each corner and the center for support, the space underneath was quite cramped. Add Bai Li’s generous figure, and unavoidable contact was inevitable.

This, of course, gave Xia Baiqian an opening to act. She was genuinely furious.

Over the past century, her master had shed the gentleness he had when she first joined, becoming increasingly cold and distant. It was the haughtiness born from seeing the vicissitudes of the world, accumulated over endless years. Her master was like a lone moon in the highest heavens, a white moonlight suspended at the peak of the immortal path—revered from afar, yet never to be profaned. Holy, lofty, with an ethereal immortal aura that kept others at arm’s length.

Xia Baiqian wouldn’t even let a single mundane thought tarnish the image of her master in her heart. Well, she did dare to fantasize secretly, but since she never expressed it, it was as good as not having done so.

But here, she accidentally heard something. Fang Shiyue, the powerful grand elder of the Ten Thousand Dharma Sect, who had always been at odds with her own sect, spoke in such an embarrassing tone, uttering words that stirred up so many lewd thoughts! A crime punishable by death!

Xia Baiqian felt a surge of irritation, like a cherished possession she hadn’t had the heart to use was being brutally desecrated by someone else. ‘That’s what it was, wasn’t it? It had to be!’

Her nails dug deep into her palms, almost breaking the skin.

Betrayal! Naked betrayal! Behind the back of the entire sect, behind all those who revered him, her master had such a shameful secret affair!

With a snap, the towering, majestic image of her master in Xia Baiqian’s heart seemed to shatter…

She couldn’t help but imagine her master, that cold, moon-like, unattainable figure. ‘What unfamiliar expression would he show before that old crone Fang Shiyue? Humiliated endurance? Or… depraved pleasure?’ Just the thought made her heart feel as if it were being gripped and torn by an invisible hand, the pain so intense she could barely breathe.

Her pupils lost their luster again, the world before her eyes suddenly draining of color. Anyone who knew would recognize this as a sign of a rekindled inner demon.

‘Since the master had already been toyed with by someone else… it wouldn’t hurt to be toyed with by her too, right?’

Xia Baiqian giggled in the darkness, her hand slithering like a snake, reaching for places it shouldn’t go.

“Mmph?” Because there was a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator outside who was skilled in all kinds of spells, they didn’t dare use telepathy. So Chu Huaizhou was communicating with Bai Li through eye contact, explaining that he knew nothing and was innocent. Then he suddenly let out a light grunt.

Bai Li’s eyes widened, completely at a loss as to what was happening.

“Mengdie.” Fang Shiyue’s gentle voice suddenly became sharp as a blade, instantly pinpointing the source of the sound. “Did you hear that? It sounded like… a muffled grunt?”

Was there someone hiding in the room? Could a concealment technique actually evade her perception?

Her divine sense swept through the entire space with oppressive force, like an invisible tide.

Fortunately, the space under the bed was reinforced with three layers of Mahayana-level concealment spells. As long as Fang Shiyue didn’t bend down to look with her own eyes, she wouldn’t find anything.

Xu Mengdie appeared calm on the surface, but inside she was panicking. She immediately controlled the force of her boots, scraping them against the floor to produce a similar sound.

“Master, you misheard. It was just the sound of my boots. How could anyone in this world evade your divine sense perception?”

Fang Shiyue nodded, seemingly satisfied with the explanation. She retracted her vigilance and put on a worried expression. “That may be so, but Mengdie, you must still be careful. Things have been strange everywhere lately.”

“Mmph—” Another stifled grunt escaped Chu Huaizhou’s throat, this time accompanied by a barely suppressed gasp. Xu Mengdie’s boots scraped the floor almost simultaneously: “Mmph—”

“The Tianyan Sect leader observed the stars last night and said that an era of great contention is coming, and there may be an opportunity to transcend tribulation.”

“Mmph—”

“In this period, many unexpected factions might appear. Even though you are powerful, ranking second in the righteous path, you should still be careful.”

Xu Mengdie nodded repeatedly: “I understand, I understand. Thank you for your concern, Master.”

“Mmph—”

Fang Shiyue frowned: “Mengdie, when did you develop such an ungraceful habit? Have you forgotten what I taught you before? Stop scraping your boots on the floor.”

“Mmph—”

Xu Mengdie: “Master, you misunderstand. I’m practicing drawing talismans with my boots in emergencies.”

Fang Shiyue showed an expression of understanding, nodded, and said no more.

With graceful steps, she moved to a nearby gold-inlaid rosewood chair and sat down, composing herself. “Let’s end this topic and return to why I came. What are your thoughts on Chu the Sword Immortal?” Without waiting for Xu Mengdie to answer, she snorted and continued on her own, “I’ll state my position first: I have nothing to say to that libertine! Seek peace? Absolutely impossible!” Even though she said they should discuss serious matters, the moment Chu Huaizhou was mentioned, she was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately launching into a tirade about how detestable he was.

Chu Huaizhou, under the bed, struggled to suppress his noises, enduring the pain. He really wanted to say, ‘Sister, please stop talking like that! Or at least tell them clearly what I did! Why be so vague and lead them to think the worst?’

“Hoo—” Xia Baiqian had now pressed so close that there was almost negative distance between them, breathing a faint orchid scent by her master’s ear. One hand wrapped around his arm to keep him still, while her other delicate hand clenched tightly, punishing her master. Each squeeze, each rhythmic knead, challenged Chu Huaizhou’s limits. As they say, the fiercer the hair, the fiercer the fight. Xia Baiqian’s kind of ‘fighting’ was truly fierce.

For some reason, he could read the message in Xia Baiqian’s body language: ‘If you dare resist, Master, you’re done for.’

On the other side, Bai Li saw Xia Baiqian exhale and thought she was being squeezed. So she tried to pull Chu Huaizhou toward her, but she couldn’t move him much. With a ‘Duang~’ she only caused his body to sink deeper into the softness.

Instead of helping, Bai Li found herself blushing furiously from the overly intimate contact and the feeling of his solid frame and rapidly increasing body heat through the jostling. The two fluffy white fox ears on top of her head trembled uncontrollably, and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her small nose. Her whole body felt as if it were on fire, her hazy eyes glistening with moisture as if covered in a thin mist—adorably naive yet alluring.

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