Chapter 90: Moonlit Revelry

The moonlight, like frost, shone through all the rivers, streaming into the slightly ajar window.

This was a scene under the moonlight.

The wine jug lay overturned on the ground, a few precious trickles of wine regrettably spilling out, forming a small puddle on the floor.

Meng Yingxing propped himself up from where he lay on the cold ground. Something soft that had been on his chest suddenly tumbled to the side.

Meng Yingxing’s heart trembled. He immediately reached out to support the falling object.

It was Xiu Qingcheng, already drunk, draped over Meng Yingxing’s body, having lost control of her own.

Meng Yingxing propped up his own body with one hand and supported Xiu Qingcheng with the other, not daring to move an inch, fearing Xiu Qingcheng would roll off him and hit the floor.

“Master?”

He tried to call out to Xiu Qingcheng and gently shook her shoulder.

But Xiu Qingcheng remained motionless, completely asleep.

Only then did Meng Yingxing realize that although his master didn’t subjectively need to sleep, she would still fall into a deep slumber with the aid of mind-altering substances like alcohol.

The thought of his master, who had been drunkenly causing a ruckus just moments ago, finally collapsing onto him and trying to force-feed him wine, made Meng Yingxing’s heart pound.

A few minutes earlier.

“Poetry and wine in this life, attaining the immortal realm by oneself!”

Xiu Qingcheng, who had just been joking with Meng Yingxing, was now slurring her words. She stood up, grasping the large wine jug with her slender fingers, her delicate legs swaying unsteadily on the ground.

“Master! You’re drunk!”

Meng Yingxing hurriedly stood up and rushed to Xiu Qingcheng’s side, extending his hands to support her, afraid she would lose her balance and fall.

“Drunk~ my ass! I never get drunk!”

Xiu Qingcheng’s body swayed back and forth, but her mouth wasn’t softened by the alcohol.

“Disciple”

Xiu Qingcheng called Meng Yingxing’s name, her breath like an orchid, and then reached out to grab Meng Yingxing’s collar, pulling his face close to hers.

Meng Yingxing had never been so close to his Master’s face, nor had he ever examined her face in such detail up close.

There wasn’t a single blemish on Xiu Qingcheng’s skin, like a surface freshly covered with snow, smooth and pure white.

However, on this snowy landscape, a few soft petals seemed to have just fallen.

Xiu Qingcheng’s face was flushed. She was fiercely beautiful, but this blush imbued her with a layer of softness, constantly showcasing her most alluring side to Meng Yingxing.

Meng Yingxing’s heart thumped, and his face instantly turned crimson, as if he were the one who had drunk more wine.

“Disciple, you drink a little too, okay?”

Xiu Qingcheng said, then burped ungracefully in Meng Yingxing’s face, the unpleasant smell of alcohol assailing his nostrils.

“Mas-Master, there’s no need, you’re drunk!”

Meng Yingxing turned his head away in extreme embarrassment, not forgetting to steady Xiu Qingcheng’s shoulder with one hand.

Hearing that Meng Yingxing had actually refused her, Xiu Qingcheng’s delicate brows furrowed, and the grip on Meng Yingxing’s collar tightened slightly.

“Oh, you unfilial disciple, you don’t even listen to your Master’s words! Whose words do you intend to listen to then?!”

“I’ll kill you!”

Xiu Qingcheng’s voice suddenly turned cold, and the force in her hand grew stronger. Meng Yingxing was already starting to gasp for breath.

But in a moment, Xiu Qingcheng released her grip and started laughing again.

“Oh, how could I bear to kill you, disciple? I know you don’t like to drink!”

“So I’ll feed it to you!”

Meng Yingxing had known Xiu Qingcheng for so long, yet he still couldn’t keep up with her thought process.

He saw Xiu Qingcheng saying she wanted to feed him wine, but then she raised the wine jug and took a sip herself. He thought he had escaped this ordeal.

However, only after Xiu Qingcheng put down the wine jug did Meng Yingxing clearly see that she hadn’t swallowed that sip at all. Instead, she had puffed out her cute cheeks, holding the wine in her mouth.

At this moment, Xiu Qingcheng, with a mouthful of wine, once again forcefully grabbed Meng Yingxing’s collar and slowly brought her mouth closer.

‘Could it be that Master’s idea of feeding wine was such an intimate method of feeding?!’

Meng Yingxing didn’t really understand what a mouth-to-mouth action represented, but he knew it was a very intimate act, intimate enough to involve the major taboos between men and women.

He was sweating.

Meng Yingxing was truly sweating profusely.

Watching Xiu Qingcheng draw closer, her wine-moistened, crimson lips looked to Meng Yingxing like a seductive red apple, tempting him to taste it.

Meng Yingxing’s rationality told him he should push his master away, but for some reason, he didn’t act.

Instead, deep down, he even anticipated something happening.

Meng Yingxing’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but swallow.

Xiu Qingcheng’s movement suddenly stopped. She coughed violently, and all the wine in her mouth sprayed out, drenching Meng Yingxing.

Immediately after, Xiu Qingcheng lunged at Meng Yingxing, her exaggerated weight directly knocking him to the ground.

Meng Yingxing had already witnessed his sword spirit master’s ability to freely adjust her weight.

Meng Yingxing vigorously shook his head, suppressing the inappropriate thoughts he had just had, then dragged Xiu Qingcheng to the side as he got up.

“Master?”

Meng Yingxing called Xiu Qingcheng one last time before carrying her to the bed nearby.

If he wasn’t mistaken, Xiu Qingcheng hadn’t slept for a very, very long time.

Perhaps it was true, as Xiu Qingcheng said, that she didn’t need to sleep. But Meng Yingxing believed that not sleeping was a prolonged torment for the spirit.

His master, too, had been immersed in this torment year after year.

Since Meng Yingxing and Xiu Qingcheng had met, Meng Yingxing had seen his master’s arrogance, her willfulness, her conceit, but he had never seen her burdened by negative emotions.

Only when she wielded her sword against the Demon King with such madness did Meng Yingxing feel he had truly seen the most authentic side of Xiu Qingcheng.

He didn’t know how long she had been a sword without the ability to move or communicate, nor did he know how long she had existed even more solitarily in the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

Xiu Qingcheng’s soul was undoubtedly powerful, but the strength of a soul didn’t mean it always had to be strong; a soul could also have soft spots.

Meng Yingxing truly hoped his master could confide in him more.

Just as his master had become his reliance, he also hoped… he could become his master’s reliance.

Meng Yingxing silently wiped the wine stains from Xiu Qingcheng’s clothes with a towel, then covered her with the quilt.

Actually, Meng Yingxing had originally intended to change Xiu Qingcheng’s clothes, but perhaps because Xiu Qingcheng’s clothes were one with her human-form spirit body, Meng Yingxing couldn’t pull them off at all, so he had to give up.

“Good night, Master.”

Meng Yingxing said softly, extinguishing a few candles with a wave of his palm, then sat on the daybed outside the screen.

‘In the future, I still shouldn’t let Master drink.’

Meng Yingxing thought to himself.

He used to always hear Xiu Qingcheng boast about how great her alcohol tolerance was, but in the end, she still ended up drunkenly acting so absurdly.

However, on closer thought, Xiu Qingcheng had drunk almost an entire jug before getting drunk.

Perhaps her alcohol tolerance was indeed good, just her drinking etiquette was terrible.

After changing his clothes, Meng Yingxing sat cross-legged on the daybed and began to cultivate his spiritual energy with closed eyes.

Perhaps when he became stronger, he could let his master rely on him without worry.

Early the next morning, Xiu Qingcheng woke up.

When she awoke, she found herself in her sword form, lying in bed.

She didn’t know who had done that.

Xiu Qingcheng flew out of the bed, her sword form suspended motionless in mid-air.

Looking at the mess on the floor by the bed, Xiu Qingcheng’s brain took a moment to load.

Then she remained in a daze for a while longer.

She still couldn’t recall what had happened.

She felt like she had lost the memory of yesterday.

She only remembered drinking and playing “Three Kingdoms Kill” with Meng Yingxing.

‘Hmm… Xiu Qingcheng thought she should be—’

“Master, you’re awake?”

Hearing the commotion inside, Meng Yingxing emerged from behind the screen, looking concerned.

Xiu Qingcheng had woken up much earlier than he had expected.

“Disciple, last night… nothing happened, right?”

Xiu Qingcheng flew lower in front of Meng Yingxing, asking tentatively.

Meng Yingxing lightly coughed, saying without blushing or a racing heart, “Master, you were drunk last night.”

He only said Xiu Qingcheng was drunk; he didn’t say what she did after getting drunk.

The Ting Tian Sword trembled twice in agitation.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could I get drunk?!”

Xiu Qingcheng didn’t accept the fact Meng Yingxing stated. In her previous life, she was a bottomless drinker; how could she possibly get drunk from just one jug of wine now!?

And how could a sword spirit get drunk!?

“Master, what I said is true. I won’t let you drink like that again in the future.”

Meng Yingxing clasped his hands behind his back, pretending to be stern.

Xiu Qingcheng looked at Meng Yingxing, her mind gradually calming down, slowly accepting the fact that her current body had poor alcohol tolerance.

But she still really wanted to drink.

‘Next time, I’ll try using spiritual energy to evaporate the alcohol in the wine. Maybe then I won’t get drunk. This time was just an accident!’

Xiu Qingcheng, who considered herself extremely talented, came up with an excellent idea.

To drink, she even found various excuses for herself.

“Master, are you feeling unwell? Do you have a headache?”

“No pain, I’m perfectly fine!”

“That’s good then.”

Xiu Qingcheng’s voice was indeed consistent with before, without any hint of weakness.

Perhaps it was also thanks to her sword spirit body; there were no after-effects of being drunk.

“Great! Then don’t I have the perfect drinking physique?!” Xiu Qingcheng seemed to have discovered a crucial point.

A vein throbbed on Meng Yingxing’s forehead.

“Master, no drinking.”

“You rotten disciple, you’re even managing me now?!”