“Speaking of which, does Senior Brother Gu like the Red Lotus Saintess?”
“Don’t call me Senior Brother. This rebellious disciple doesn’t deserve it, Sect Master Bai,” Gu Shenzhi responded coldly, his tone devoid of any unnecessary emotion.
“So, you do like her?” Bai Ling ignored the young man’s reproach, focusing instead on the topic at hand.
She knew he was trying to divert her attention.
“If I truly liked her, would I have brought you to this secluded alley to catch up, leaving the Red Lotus Saintess behind at the Magnolia Teahouse? Don’t be foolish. Su Linghuang is merely a tool to help me establish myself in the Moonshadow Sect.”
“Senior Brother is lying again. You clearly like Su Linghuang a lot. Those words were just to make me lower my guard, so I wouldn’t act against her, right?”
Bai Ling (Qi) said softly, a sly smile on her face.
She knew her personal disciple all too well—both his body and his character.
“How laughable. I was once the Young Master of the Spirit Sword Sect. The Moonshadow Sect, a demonic sect, is fundamentally at odds with us. Me, liking that Red Lotus enchantress? What a joke!”
Gu Shenzhi placed his hands behind his back, secretly wiping the cold sweat from his palms with his dark robe, feigning composure as he spoke.
Seeing the black-clad youth still being stubborn, Bai Ling didn’t get angry.
Instead, she half-jokingly said, “Since Senior Brother doesn’t like her, I’ll head back now and kill that demonic enchantress. I’m sure Senior Brother wouldn’t mind, right?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Ling drew her [Frost Pride] spirit sword from its sheath.
Her delicate hand gently caressed the blade’s edge, infusing it with spiritual energy at the Void Entry stage.
The sword glowed with a brilliant blue light, exuding a murderous aura.
If Bai Qi struck with full force, she could probably level the entire city of Bianliang.
No matter how talented or exceptional Su Linghuang was, she would be powerless against such an absolute gap in cultivation.
After a moment of hesitation, Gu Shenzhi ultimately couldn’t bear to gamble with Huang’er’s life.
Whether this feeling was love at first sight or mere lust, he could no longer tell.
But one thing was certain: he didn’t want Su Linghuang to die.
“Wait. If you kill the Red Lotus enchantress, the Moonshadow Sect will likely pin her death on me. I don’t want to stir up such a massive problem for no reason. Besides, the righteous path already sees me as a traitor. If I also offend the Moonshadow Sect, I’ll have enemies everywhere in Muyun Continent.”
In the end, Gu Shenzhi found an excuse, but such tactics might fool an innocent girl like Tao Yao.
Against his master, it was far too naive and was seen through instantly.
“So it seems Senior Brother doesn’t just like the Moonshadow Sect’s enchantress—he’s practically in love with her. Such mutual affection! Ling’er is truly jealous!” Bai Ling said resentfully, her soft, fair hand slowly reaching toward his chest.
Gu Shenzhi immediately grabbed her wrist and flung it away without mercy.
“Please don’t touch me. I find it repulsive.”
“Back when we were at the Spirit Sword Sect, Senior Brother Gu was quite fond of Ling’er. You’d sneak me out of the sect to play in the mortal world, give me beautiful clothes, and whisper sweet, intoxicating words in my ear. Why do you find me disgusting now?”
“That question… you’d have to ask Sect Master Bai. Who was it that stooped so low to beg me? Who was it that looked at me with seductive eyes, panting endlessly? And who was it that used me as a cultivation furnace, destroyed my dantian, and then accused me of betraying the sect and ancestors?!”
Gu Shenzhi retorted sharply, his usually composed demeanor as the former Young Master of the Spirit Sword Sect breaking for a rare moment.
The air suddenly froze, and both fell into an unspoken silence.
Senior Brother and Junior Sister, dao companions, master and disciple, dual cultivation partners—their relationship could no longer be summed up in a few words.
The once-pitiable white-robed girl slowly shed her illusory disguise, revealing her true, unparalleled elegance.
Still breathtakingly beautiful, with a face that could shame the moon and flowers, she seemed as holy and noble as an immortal, inspiring awe and reverence.
Yet, that reverence was quickly replaced by impure desires to defile her.
As the top sword cultivator of Muyun Abyss, Bai Qi somehow exuded a delicate charm, like a tender flower reflected in water or a frail willow swaying in the wind.
“Shen’er, are you still unwilling to forgive your master?”
Tears glistened in Bai Qi’s eyes, her lashes trembling, her red lips quivering slightly, her inner sorrow threatening to overwhelm her.
“Sect Master Bai hasn’t done anything wrong. If anyone needs forgiveness, it’s you forgiving me for my crime of betraying the sect… Back then, you wore this same pitiable expression, discussing the dao with your naive disciple. But as we discussed, it went from swordsmanship to the dao of yin-yang harmony, from the floor to the bed.”
Gu Shenzhi wanted to say more about Bai Qi’s seductive behavior during their passionate moments, but looking at her now, with tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain, he couldn’t bring himself to continue.
“Whatever you want, your master can give you. As long as you’re willing to return with me to the Spirit Sword Sect—no, we don’t have to go back. Let’s find a secluded mountain peak and live in seclusion together, becoming a divine couple envied by the world.”
“Sect Master Bai, if you had said this three years ago, I might have been moved. But now? Hmph, don’t you find it laughable?”
The black-clad youth’s mocking words cut deep, and the aloof immortal felt a wrenching pain in her heart, collapsing powerlessly to the ground.
Two streams of tears flowed down her jade-like cheeks.
Bai Qi lowered her head, biting her tender lips, looking utterly pitiable.
“Doesn’t Sect Master Bai ever tire of this affected act?” Gu Shenzhi asked disdainfully, long tired of his master’s pretense of being a pitiful maiden.
The beauty before him was nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
The moment you showed her the slightest pity, she would mercilessly tear out your throat, savoring your blood and flesh.
To better savor his master’s heartbroken expression, Gu Shenzhi spoke while slowly walking toward Bai Qi, who was kneeling on the ground.
“If you want this rebellious disciple to return to the sect, just knock me out and take me away. Why go through all this trouble? With your perfect Void Entry stage cultivation, a mere Spirit Manifestation cultivator like me is less than an ant in your eyes!”
Gu Shenzhi leaned down, gently lifting the immortal’s chin, gazing at her tear-streaked face, and said word by word, “Fairy Bai Qi, I… once loved you, to the point where my heart and eyes were filled with you. Back then, I dreamed of earning your favor, even if it was just a fleeting kiss. I would have done anything for you, Master.”
“But sadly, you overestimated your charm and trampled on your disciple’s dignity, thinking you could cage me like a pet canary. Two words for you: keep dreaming.”
Just as Gu Shenzhi reveled in his triumphant stance, he noticed the wicked woman was still smiling.
Her lips curved slightly upward, forming a dangerous arc, like a blooming poppy—beautiful, enchanting, but deadly.
He immediately sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.
The spiritual pressure of the Void Entry stage had already locked his body in place.
Every joint in his body felt as if it had been pierced by dark iron nails, rendering him immobile.
“Bai Qi, you actually…”
Before Gu Shenzhi could finish, a soft, delicate sensation pressed against his lips.
Her sweet breath slipped through the gap between her pearly teeth into his throat.
First a kiss, then an almost frenzied devouring kiss.
When they parted, both their lips were stained with the other’s blood.
After a long while, Bai Qi reluctantly released the nearly suffocating Gu Shenzhi.
“Have you had your fun? Let me go!” Gu Shenzhi shouted hoarsely, furious.
“No need to rush, Shen’er. Let your master properly discipline her rebellious disciple~”
At this moment, Bai Qi was utterly enchanting, her clear eyes brimming with spring-like allure.
She untied her sash, and her white robe slipped off, revealing a dazzlingly fair and alluring figure.