Chapter 42: The Three Thousand Daos

Looking at her disciple’s embarrassed yet adorable expression, Bai Yue couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

The next second, she took the initiative and leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss on those soft lips.

Mu Chenxi’s eyes widened abruptly, her mind going completely blank.

Master… took the initiative to kiss her…

But still, no Dan Medicine was transmitted over.

“Master, the Dan Medicine…”

She couldn’t help but whisper a reminder.

Bai Yue leaned back, her pink peach blossom eyes blinking at her.

“Silly disciple, even if there was Dan Medicine, if I gave it to you, could you really deal with Su Qiuyue’s Dao Inquiry Soul?”

Bai Yue’s counter-question left Mu Chenxi speechless.

Indeed, she had been defeated so thoroughly, even her Dao Heart damaged. What could a single Dan Medicine change?

“Then… then what should I do?”

Mu Chenxi asked in confusion.

Bai Yue extended a finger, gently hooking her chin, and uttered two words:

“Remove armor.”

“Remove armor?”

Mu Chenxi froze.

“It means, take off your clothes.”

Bai Yue’s voice carried a hint of seduction.

“What are you going to do…”

Mu Chenxi’s cheeks turned as red as a tomato, her mind buzzing.

Seeing her misunderstood expression, Bai Yue couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t think strange thoughts, silly disciple. It’s for you to soak in the Hot Spring and recover your Divine Sense.”

She paused, then shifted her tone, a sly glint in her beautiful eyes.

“Of course, if you really want to think that way… it’s not impossible either.”

“I… I’ll listen to Master…”

Mu Chenxi had already been so teased by this Bai Yue that she obeyed without question, nodding dumbly and beginning to awkwardly remove her clothes.

Bai Yue’s gaze remained on her the entire time, openly watching.

Feeling the stare, Mu Chenxi’s heart pounded like a drum.

After finally preparing herself, she found Bai Yue also standing up, effortlessly slipping off her own robe, revealing a flawless jade body that made even Heaven and Earth pale in comparison.

Even though she’d seen it once before, a single word surfaced in her mind.

So big…

Before Mu Chenxi could react, Bai Yue stepped forward, took her small hand, and led her into the misty, immortal-like Hot Spring.

The warm water instantly enveloped her whole body, a feeling of indescribable comfort spreading from her limbs, as if cradled in Master’s gentle embrace, slowly nourishing her wounded soul.

Bai Yue sat down behind her, placing a pair of soft, jade-like hands on her fragrant shoulders, and began to gently wash her back.

“Mm~”

A soft moan escaped Mu Chenxi’s lips involuntarily.

The strange sound made Mu Chenxi feel embarrassed, and she quickly covered her mouth.

“Good disciple, relax. That will help your soul recover.”

Bai Yue’s voice behind her was gentle and warm, like spring sunlight.

Mu Chenxi answered softly, then gradually relaxed her whole body.

All the tension, embarrassment, and unease melted away in Master’s tenderness, leaving her feeling light as air.

Seeing her body and mind relax, Bai Yue leaned in close to her ear.

“Good disciple, are you feeling lost?”

As she spoke, Bai Yue placed her jade hand over Mu Chenxi’s heart.

The previously relaxed Mu Chenxi instantly tensed up again, but she didn’t resist Bai Yue’s intimate gesture at all.

“Yes, Master. What exactly is right, and what is evil?”

Facing her gentle and affectionate Master, Mu Chenxi couldn’t help but bare her heart.

“Good disciple, why does your sword move? Is it to eliminate the wicked, for all living beings under Heaven, or to protect me?”

Bai Yue asked softly, her peach blossom eyes shining with wisdom.

“All of them, I suppose… but I feel like I’ve lost my original purpose…”

Mu Chenxi’s voice was low.

“Master, I feel that my initial resolve to save all beings isn’t the same as before. What should I do? Is my Sword Dao itself wrong?”

Mu Chenxi couldn’t help but turn to meet Bai Yue’s gaze.

There was another sentence she didn’t say: her resolve had wavered, and she wanted more to use her sword to protect Master.

“What is wrong about it? What is right? What is evil? Truly, those who can judge such things are not those of the Sword Sect, not all beings under Heaven, nor even me as your Master. Everyone has their own view of good and evil.”

“Among the Three Thousand Paths, each person has their own Dao—some righteous, some evil, some yin, some yang—countless forms, without absolute right or wrong, all can become Dao.”

“What you must do is follow your true heart. Judge right and wrong for yourself, and walk your own path.”

Bai Yue patiently explained, raising her hand to gently stroke Mu Chenxi’s head.

Mu Chenxi listened dazedly, her dusty Sword Heart gradually clearing, becoming even more transparent.

“Her Dao was never wrong! There’s no such thing as betraying one’s resolve—as long as you follow your heart.”

“She doesn’t need to force herself to save all living beings, nor should she fall into darkness because of the Sword Sect’s corruption. She only wants to lift her sword to protect Master.”

“A sword that protects Master can also achieve the Supreme Sword Dao.”

At this moment, Mu Chenxi’s ice-blue eyes shone brightly.

The Taishang Forget-Emotion Sword Art within her began to operate on its own, undergoing an unprecedented transformation.

She touched her own Dao—the Dao that truly belonged to her.

It was her deep love for Master, her Infatuated Sword Dao.

Mu Chenxi’s soul grew ever more resilient, her Sword Heart clearer than ever.

Now she was absolutely certain: this time, she could completely defeat Su Qiuyue.

She looked at Bai Yue with gratitude and softly called,

“Master.”

At this moment, Mu Chenxi was utterly certain, even if Bai Yue’s actions were sometimes strange, she was truly her Master.

Only Master would treat her with such patience and tenderness, and only Master could stir her heart with a single gesture.

“Hurry and get out. Why are we being so formal between Master and disciple? I’m tired. Time to rest.”

Bai Yue only lazily stretched, her beautiful curves catching Mu Chenxi’s eyes.

The next moment, before Mu Chenxi could sneak another look, an invisible force wrapped around her, pushing her Divine Sense out of Bai Yue’s Sea of Consciousness.

***

Divine Sense returning, Mu Chenxi came back to her own body, feeling that not only was her Divine Sense undamaged, but it was even more abundant than before.

She looked down at Bai Yue, who lay in her arms, her gaze unconsciously falling on those moist, alluring red lips.

Her face instantly flushed, a sudden urge to kiss them welling up in her heart.

But then, seeing Bai Yue’s weary face, she hastily turned away.

***

At midnight, Bai Yue was awakened by the heat in her body, only to find Mu Chenxi holding her hand, driving away the restlessness within her.

At the same time, all the memories of what happened in the Sea of Consciousness—kissing her disciple, soaking in the Hot Spring together, washing her disciple’s back—flooded Bai Yue’s mind.

Was she really that bold in the Sea of Consciousness?

Bai Yue’s cheeks instantly burned red.

She raised her hand to her burning face, disbelief written all over her expression.

Was that really her?

Bai Yue fell into deep thought, her pale fingers reaching up, subconsciously wanting to adjust nonexistent black-framed glasses.