Chapter 113: The Fervent Assault Beneath

Beneath the bed, Xia Baiqian and Bai Li were launching a fierce assault on Chu Huaizhou, each employing her own unique methods.

The awkward predicament they found themselves in seemed to enchant this fierce assault.

Yet now, he dared not release even a trace of spiritual energy, fearing detection. Thus, he couldn’t activate the Profound Void Bright Jade Heart Sutra.

That was why Chu Huaizhou, despite his best efforts to endure, occasionally let out a faint groan.

Who could withstand this?! In a little while, he might truly lose control!

Forced to think frantically, Chu Huaizhou racked his brain for a way to make them stop.

What exactly was his relationship with Fang Shiyue before he lost his memory?

Fang Shiyue—the sect master of the Myriad Methods Immortal Sect in the game. Chu Huaizhou knew her well.

She was the daughter of the previous sect master, and her cultivation talent was equally terrifying.

Her personality was proper, with a hint of tsundere.

At four hundred years old, she had reached the mid-stage of Mahayana, never had a dao companion, nor a single man she fancied.

She was utterly devoted to the Dao—much like most cultivators of the Myriad Methods Immortal Sect, really.

According to the game timeline, she should be over five hundred years old now. What an old hag.

Though, considering his own physical age, he was apparently over three hundred as well.

It was worth noting that if the game’s story line hadn’t changed, Cheng Qingshuang would, after the Shenghua Secret Realm, become Fang Shiyue’s disciple.

Why did he know this so clearly? Because it was the same as with Cheng Qingshuang.

Fang Shiyue was also one of the game’s romanceable characters, ranking in the top ten on the popularity chart…

Hiss! He had originally been recalling her basic info to see if they had any connection.

Now, it seemed they might actually have had private dealings. The more he thought, the darker it became.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Chu Huaizhou: could it be that Fang Shiyue was his real dao companion?

“Mmm—”

Xu Mengdie’s boots kept scuffing the floor, providing an excuse for his occasional sounds.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain.

Thank you, Bai… little sister.

Ah, no good. His mind couldn’t think anymore, and it was getting filled with Baiqian again.

Just where did Baiqian get so many bizarre Gu insects? They were far too comprehensive.

From a master’s perspective, it was gratifying. But from any other angle, it was unbearable.

Feeling the different ‘warmth’ on both sides, if someone asked him, as a master, was he moved?

He would answer: no, he was scared to move.

On one hand, because if someone outside saw him like this, it would completely ruin his reputation as the Sword Immortal Chu of the Tianyuan Sword Sect.

On the other hand, Bai Li’s plump, rounded thigh was now resting on his leg.

The excellent sensation came through the fabric, less than two centimeters from Xia Baiqian’s small hand.

A slight movement would cause them to touch.

Fortunately, because of Fang Shiyue’s presence, they had restrained their spiritual souls to normal levels, not daring to release any probing, afraid of being discovered.

As long as he didn’t move and Bai Li didn’t look down, theoretically, she wouldn’t notice.

Otherwise, things would be even more troublesome.

And whether intentionally or not, both of them happened to avoid touching the necklace that Qingqiu had given him.

Whether out of disdain or something else, that at least ensured peace for one part of his body.

But it was merely a drop in the bucket. His body endured the torment of two different touches, truly unbearable.

Really… Chu Zhou felt as if he was being violently torn between reason and desire.

His mind was about to break down…

He felt like he was only a step away from the depravity in certain movies—just missing the rolled-back eyes and peace sign.

Xu Mengdie, perhaps a bit impatient, said to her still-chattering master:

“Alright, Master, you don’t need to say anymore. I know what I’m doing.”

“Back then, when you were dueling Sword Immortal Chu at the summit of Immortal Mountain, he split your clothes with one sword strike.”

“He didn’t mean to molest you. He simply felt that fighting you—a fellow righteous cultivator—would harm your relationship regardless of the outcome. Thus, he resorted to that measure.”

Fang Shiyue shook her head upon hearing this.

“No! Mengdie, you’re too young, so you believe his words. I know him better than you do. That’s definitely not what he was thinking.”

Xu Mengdie rolled her eyes inwardly, wanting to say, ‘Master, you’re also a tsundere? I don’t know Big Brother? There’s no one in the world who knows him better than me!’

But saying such words would expose all her previous disguises.

She could only sigh and say, “Alright, Master, I understand. Let’s talk business first, or the elders will be waiting anxiously.”

Fang Shiyue: “Alas… alas, fine. I won’t say more. Speaking of which, Mengdie, aren’t you going to practice drawing talismans on boots?”

Xu Mengdie: “Mm… mm, I’ll rest for a bit first. Business is more important.”

Fang Shiyue: “Then let’s talk business. The Supreme Elders have probably seen the tragic state of the Netherworld Sect.”

“They’ve grown more wary of Sword Immortal Chu and want to use this opportunity to set the sect’s overall attitude toward him.”

The commotion under the bed had already stopped earlier when Xu Mengdie mentioned what happened between Chu Huaizhou and Fang Shiyue.

This Fang Shiyue was truly detestable! She had misled her!

She hadn’t expected that her master and that old hag hadn’t done what she had imagined.

Instantly, her master’s aloof, solitary, untouched image in her heart was restored.

Her master was still pure!

Xia Baiqian’s body relaxed, her slightly shattered dao heart mended, and she snapped out of her dark state.

Then she realized she was in an inappropriate place doing inappropriate things.

She voluntarily withdrew her restless little hand.

Not daring to continue fondling her master, she lowered her head and cast down her eyes, putting on a pitiful look, waiting for punishment.

Like a child who had done wrong waiting for a scolding from a parent.

But her body still clung to him, unwilling to leave her master for even a moment.

Chu Huaizhou felt utterly helpless. He freed his arm from Xia Baiqian’s embrace and raised it as if to spank her.

But just before hitting, he hesitated. Seeing Baiqian’s slightly upturned lips and fluttering lashes, he realized that doing so might be a reward for her.

When… had his disciple become like this?

He remembered that in the past, whenever his disciples misbehaved, he would punish them with a ruler.

Xia Baiqian and Bai Li, being the most lively and mischievous, often got spanked instead.

The intent was to make them feel embarrassed and thus behave.

Looking back now, that was a mistake… He seemed to have cultivated a wrong attribute in his disciples.

What other punishment could he try? Was there anything that could stump his disciples now?

Chu Huaizhou couldn’t think of anything. He wanted to scold them, but he didn’t know how.

Both were dear to him. Verbal warnings were useless, and real hits wouldn’t faze them.

Sigh. Being a master was so hard.

So he gently lowered his hand and ruffled Baiqian’s cherry-pink, fluffy short hair.

Xia Baiqian’s body trembled at first, then she looked up at Chu Huaizhou in surprise.

Her eyes no longer held that hollow madness but were misty with tears.

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