Chapter 164: Master is Quite Easy to Handle

“Master, I feel my cooking skills have improved again; later I will make some for you to eat…”

“No need, I have no appetite.”

Although Xiu Qingcheng refused like this, Meng Yingxing did not listen to her this time.

He started cooking with great fanfare in the kitchen that had stood firm amidst the Demon Calamity.

Xiu Qingcheng floated blankly outside, not knowing what this disciple of hers was busying himself with.

After a good while, Meng Yingxing served plates of dishes that were perfect in color, aroma, and taste—comparable to the Manchu-Han Imperial Feast—onto the table like a magic trick.

The abundance of dishes this time was almost too much for this small tabletop to hold.

Even Miao Miao, who had been left to roam free at home, rushed over upon smelling the scent.

It circled the table full of dishes round and round without stopping.

Sticking out its tongue, it drooled mouth-watering saliva, practically drawing a map of the Nine Provinces on the ground.

Even the sword ghost riding on Miao Miao’s back had eyes shining with light, looking ready to make a move.

“What? What? Friend, are the delicacies from land and sea coming now!”

Miao Miao thought its good days had arrived so soon; starlight twinkled in its demon pupils as it looked at Meng Yingxing with incomparable brilliance.

“No, this is made for Master.”

“However, I saved a little bit for you guys.”

As Meng Yingxing’s words rose and fell, Miao Miao’s tail also rose and fell.

Looking at Miao Miao’s happy appearance, it was only missing the word “Good” written on its dog face.

After speaking, Meng Yingxing glanced at the Ting Tian Sword floating to the side.

“Master, the dishes are all done.

I’ve even prepared chopsticks for you; won’t you taste it?”

Meng Yingxing handed the chopsticks before the Ting Tian Sword, waiting for the sword spirit, whose human form he hadn’t seen in a long time, to transform into that elegant figure and accept them with those scallion-like fingers.

“No—I’d better not eat, okay?”

Seeing that table of food, Xiu Qingcheng admitted that saying she wouldn’t eat just now was merely her stubbornness.

It was just that she really didn’t want to interact with Meng Yingxing in human form these past two days.

One could only say that that dream was no less than a shockwave to Xiu Qingcheng.

Do you know how much damage this causes to a young sword spirit who still retains a man’s soul?!

No, you don’t know, because you only care about yourself!

Dreaming of being pinned onto the bed by her disciple was perhaps terrifying enough.

But what was even more terrifying was the extremely realistic sensation Xiu Qingcheng felt in that dream—

That pleasure found within pain, that sense of relief, that swaying in the clouds.

It almost made Xiu Qingcheng forget who she was.

Even now, whenever Xiu Qingcheng thought of that dream, she felt incredibly chilled.

How could she have that kind of feeling? How was it possible! How could it be! How could she!

Perhaps to regulate that strange mood, Xiu Qingcheng had avoided appearing in human form before Meng Yingxing for the past two days.

Xiu Qingcheng did not plan to tell Meng Yingxing about such a shameful matter.

It would damage her prestige as a master; it was humiliating!

“Master, are you really not eating?”

Meng Yingxing caught that split-second hesitation in Xiu Qingcheng’s voice; the corners of his lips hooked up slightly, as if he had seized Xiu Qingcheng’s lifeline.

“I—Will—Not—Eat!”

Xiu Qingcheng squeezed the words out through her teeth one by one, causing the entire sword to tremble slightly.

She knew her disciple had noticed her abnormality these past few days and was using methods to force her to manifest as a human!

Hmph! Dying of laughter; was she, Xiu Qingcheng, the sort of vulgar person who would surrender just by being tempted with food?!

Even if she, Xiu Qingcheng, jumped down from mid-air and died out there, she wouldn’t eat a single bite of your, Meng Yingxing’s, rice!

Just won’t change, just won’t change; anger you to death, anger you to death!

Meng Yingxing didn’t show much expression; he just nodded and reached out to call the Golden Dog over.

“Alright, Miao Miao, come here.”

“Friend, Sword Friend isn’t eating, so we will help her eat.”

Miao Miao, who wasn’t very good at reading the atmosphere, didn’t know that now wasn’t the time to be lively.

Hearing Xiu Qingcheng say she wouldn’t eat, it knew it seemed to have a chance to eat to its heart’s content.

Meng Yingxing tossed aside the chopsticks in his hand and revealed a faint smile to Miao Miao.

“Since Master doesn’t want to eat, then you eat.”

“These steamed lambs, steamed bear paws, steamed deer tails, roasted flowery ducks…”

“They are all very delicious; hurry and taste them.”

Meng Yingxing looked at Miao Miao’s long golden fur with dislike while deliberately reciting the names of the dishes.

Furthermore, he recited every dish name with twisting, melodious intonations, making the nearby Xiu Qingcheng feel as if she could actually smell the aromas.

“Woof woof woof!”

Golden light shot out from the bottom of Miao Miao’s eyes; it was so happy that it blurted out its mother tongue.

Without saying a word, it pounced onto the table, which wasn’t very high for it.

“Hey! You dog—”

Seeing Miao Miao pounce onto the dining table originally prepared for her, Xiu Qingcheng blurted this out subconsciously.

Quickly realizing something was wrong, Xiu Qingcheng’s sword body stiffened, and she cleared her throat, pretending nothing had happened.

Of course, all of this was seen by Meng Yingxing.

He smiled gently, “Master, if you don’t go eat, it’s going to be finished by Miao Miao.”

The Ting Tian Sword, feigning calm, began to tremble violently.

“Master, are you really not going to show yourself?”

Meng Yingxing’s voice suddenly became aggrieved, “I haven’t seen your human form for three days, Master.”

‘Am I not right in front of you all along?’

Xiu Qingcheng was stubborn.

‘Good, you disciple; feeling aggrieved, are you? Being aggrieved is useless!’

“Although I like Master’s sword form too, but… I want to see Master’s human appearance more. Is that not allowed?”

Meng Yingxing’s voice grew lower, the end of his sentence even carrying a bit of pleading.

Xiu Qingcheng fell silent.

She admitted once again that she always inexplicably softened her heart toward her disciple’s sincere requests.

Moreover, Miao Miao was eating very deliciously over there.

Xiu Qingcheng continued to reflect on herself.

Then, again, again, and again, she mentally stabbed Nan Feixue with a sword.

‘That cat is just you; there’s no need for her to be so serious.’

‘That kind of thing fundamentally wouldn’t happen in reality.’

Xiu Qingcheng sized up Meng Yingxing, who looked pitiful like a homeless puppy before her eyes.

The figure that had overlapped with the adult version of Meng Yingxing in the dream gradually separated again in Xiu Qingcheng’s eyes.

‘Look at this innocent, cute disciple of mine who respects his master and the Dao; how could he be equated with that glib, oily, and rough person in the dream?’

‘It was simply me thinking too much!’

‘They say the person you dream of is the person you can’t see when you wake up; so even for absurd things, it’s the same, isn’t it?’

Xiu Qingcheng performed a self-reconciliation regarding this matter for the second time, and this time, she succeeded in reconciling completely.

Just as Meng Yingxing lowered his eyes in disappointment, he glimpsed a light suddenly flashing in his peripheral vision.

He knew he had succeeded.

The Xiu Qingcheng before him was still city-topplingly beautiful; even until now, Meng Yingxing’s gaze would still lose focus the moment it touched her.

“Since you sincerely want to see me, and even want to treat me to a meal.”

“Then I will show great mercy and satisfy you.”

Xiu Qingcheng crossed her arms, lifted her head slightly, and curled her lips, putting on an appearance of showing great mercy.

As she spoke, she lightly brushed past Meng Yingxing, and then, the moment she passed him, the pace beneath her feet accelerated.

“Miao Miao! You are not allowed to snatch my dishes! They are all mine! And you, this stupid ghost!”

“Aiya, it smells so good!”

Her hair tips, fluttering up with her movements, brushed across Meng Yingxing’s cheek.

The fragrance of flowers brushed gently, overflowing in his heart.

The young man lowered his head and let out a light laugh.

He didn’t plan to ask too much about the reason why Master wasn’t willing to turn human these past few days.

He only knew that he had originally just wanted to test it out.

He didn’t expect Master to be defeated instantly under his gourmet offensive.

Master, she seems…

Very easy to handle, isn’t she?