Chapter 111: Hidden Under the Bed

The Starfall Abyss and the Snowfall Abyss made a perfect pair.

If Leng Qingqiu found out, she would surely be delighted that he had put some thought into her.

But Chu Huaizhou thought—if she was happy, wouldn’t she use that as an excuse to get handsy with him again?

Phantom pain… here it comes again.

Xia Baiqian seized the moment, sidling up and hooking her arm around Chu Huaizhou’s.

“Master~ You succeeded! How about trying it on your disciple’s precious treasure too~”

“I think it’s better not to. Luck, you know how it is.”

Chu Huaizhou shook his head in refusal. After the successful craft, his feverish state had completely subsided.

A chill of fear ran through him. That was pure luck—betting on a gamble and hitting the jackpot.

But that was only because Baiqian had boosted his luck, and he had failed over a dozen times beforehand.

If he threw Baiqian’s top-tier treasure in now, the odds of it being destroyed were high.

Moreover, filling the Creation Value required for a top-tier treasure would need materials worth nearly two lower-grade Immortal Artifacts.

He had seized one from the Nether Sect, but that wasn’t nearly enough.

If the Hundred Gu Refining Immortal Vessel were thrown in and the Creation Value ran out halfway, he’d be stuck.

That would be awkward—either take it out and lose all the Creation Value, or leave it in and have no treasure to use.

Xia Baiqian understood the stakes too. She just wanted an excuse to get close to her master.

Consider it interest—a small deduction for the master clinging to other wild foxes behind his Dao partner’s back.

As for the rest, hehe~ There would be plenty of chances for alone time.

Xu Mengdie shot her another suspicious look.

She kept feeling something off about Baiqian, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Off.

Eyes? Movements? Posture? Everything seemed problematic.

Must be an illusion. There was no way a disciple would fall for this trash-tier older brother.

And then regret her identity, not daring to confess, and now take advantage of his amnesia to do all sorts of things.

Impossible. That only happened in novels.

Too absurd.

Xu Mengdie attributed the anomaly to her brother’s amnesia and lack of strength.

She figured Baiqian’s subconscious was worried about her brother facing danger.

After all, even she herself had instinctively held her breath when she saw him injured before.

Back then, she had blamed him for getting into danger—theoretically, no one should be able to harm him.

Now, he truly needed protection.

Ah well. She’d have some time later to forge a few teleportation talismans, defense talismans, and attack talismans for him.

Just then, a gentle, distinctly mature female voice came from outside the door.

“Mengdie, the sect’s spies report that the Nether Sect has suffered heavy losses, likely by Chu the Sword Immortal.”

“The Supreme Elders and Peak Masters have unanimously decided to hold a meeting. Are you inside? I wish to discuss it with you first.”

With that, she was about to push the door open.

She had no idea they were just discussing whether to secretly ally and pressure Chu the Sword Immortal, or to bribe him—while that very Chu the Sword Immortal was sitting right in their sect leader’s private chamber, having just received treatment.

Chu Huaizhou recognized the voice. That was… Mengdie’s master, he remembered she had taken a liking to him before.

Back in Shenghua Secret Realm, she had even given him a few talismans.

In the game, if Xu Mengdie hadn’t appeared, this woman would have been the current sect leader.

A Mid-Stage Mahayana cultivator—Fang Shiyue!

Xu Mengdie stiffened at the voice, her delicate face showing undisguised panic.

Realizing the dire situation, she quickly called out, “Wait, Master! Wait a moment, I need to change clothes.”

The woman outside chuckled lightly. “What’s wrong, Mengdie? Something you’re too embarrassed for me to see?”

Xu Mengdie: “Just wait a bit, please!”

Fang Shiyue: “Alright, alright.”

Xu Mengdie breathed a sigh of relief, then whispered urgently without waiting for Chu Huaizhou to ask, “Don’t ask why, just take them…”

Her gaze swept across the room and finally landed under the bed.

“Yeah, hide under the bed! Quick! If my master finds you, we’re doomed!”

Chu Huaizhou was full of question marks but didn’t know why. Seeing his sister so serious, he had no choice but to comply.

The three of them squeezed side by side under the bed, heads inward. Xia Baiqian summoned three concealment Gu insects to reduce their presence.

Bai Li’s nine tails swayed gently, casting an invisibility spell on them.

Xu Mengdie also activated the room’s formation, adding an illusion under the bed, then waved her hand to clear the room’s lingering scents.

Though they were all at the Mahayana stage and could suppress their aura completely if they wanted, her brother was only at Mid Nascent Soul.

As long as they didn’t make too much noise, he probably wouldn’t be discovered.

Fang Shiyue: “Ready yet, disciple? We need to hurry, or those old fogies will get impatient and start throwing tantrums.”

Xu Mengdie straightened her clothes and sat upright on the edge of the bed, legs elegantly crossed to the left, facing Chu Huaizhou under the bed.

“Oh—”

The carved wooden door pushed open, revealing a strikingly beautiful woman with no trace of age on her face.

Standing next to Xu Mengdie, she looked more like a sister.

Yet her demeanor carried the aloofness of one long in power, wearied by worldly affairs, seeking only cultivation.

Fang Shiyue: “Mengdie, before discussing that matter, I want to talk to you about something else.”

Xu Mengdie, who had been fiddling with the bow on her skirt, froze, thinking she had been discovered.

Forcing calm, she said, “Speak, Master.”

Fang Shiyue: “I heard you were the first to rush over when the Cold Abyss Dynasty had trouble?”

Oh, it was just that. What a relief.

Xu Mengdie and the three under the bed all sighed in unison.

Fang Shiyue: “So you still have feelings for that Chu the Sword Immortal of the Heavenly Origin Sword Sect…”

Before she could finish, Xu Mengdie blushed and waved her hands frantically, her voice rising several pitches.

“No! Master, don’t talk nonsense! When have I ever been interested in Chu the Sword Immortal? I said it was a misunderstanding!”

Fang Shiyue: “Fine, fine. If you say it’s a misunderstanding, then it’s a misunderstanding.”

Her tone was compliant, but the look on her face screamed, “I understand, I understand—young love.”

Then she changed the subject.

“But I still have to say this: if you really have feelings for him, you’d better give up. It’s impossible.”

“Not to mention that if our two top factions openly cooperate, other sects will band together to protect their interests, plunging the world into chaos.”

“Have you forgotten what that lecher did to me decades ago?”

As she said this, she seemed to recall something shameful, closing her eyes in indignation and grinding her teeth.

Chu Huaizhou, Xia Baiqian, Bai Li: ???

Though hidden under the bed and unable to see Fang Shiyue’s expression, the cadence of her words reached them loud and clear.

It sounded as if she had suffered great humiliation.

In the dim space under the bed, Xia Baiqian’s pale pink pupils and Bai Li’s amber ones both shifted toward Chu Huaizhou in the middle.

He desperately wanted to say he was innocent and knew nothing.

If anyone was to blame, it was his pre-amnesia self!

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