115: Chapter 115 I'm Going to Have a Master

"Oh? Why are you asking about this?"

Holy Lord Xu Yan looked at Ye Xuan with interest. "Among the forbidden lands in the Cangqiong Holy Land, apart from the Cangqiong Forbidden Land where the elders go into seclusion, the Mystic Ice Purgatory is the most dangerous—even more so than the Endless Purgatory."

"The Cangqiong Great Emperor once suppressed many dark creatures within it. As a result, many areas inside the Mystic Ice Purgatory are now contaminated with dark matter, making it extremely dangerous. Even experts at the Huangxuan Realm would be contaminated if they stayed there for too long."

"So that's how it is."

After getting his answer, Ye Xuan immediately extinguished the idea of going to the Mystic Ice Purgatory alone. It seemed he would have to wait for his master to return and have her make a trip there instead.

He absolutely could not miss the supreme profound artifact inside—the nine heavens god-slaying spear.

Suddenly, Lin Qingzhu's cold, clear voice came from outside the Holy Lord's bedchamber. "Master, Master, are you inside?"

"It's Lin Qingzhu."

Ye Xuan recognized the little girl immediately. Just as he was about to go out to greet her, Holy Lord Xu Yan grabbed the corner of his clothes. "Junior Martial Uncle, you should hide for a while."

"Ah? Why do I have to hide?"

Ye Xuan didn't understand why they had to be so secretive; they all knew each other, after all.

"Hmph, no man has ever stepped foot into my bedchamber. You are the first, Junior Martial Uncle. If Qingzhu were to see you, how would I face my own disciple in the future?"

Holy Lord Xu Yan's pretty face flushed, but she still explained patiently.

Watching his senior sister's pitiful appearance, Ye Xuan had no choice but to consciously crawl under the bed to hide.

"Creak—"

The door to the bedchamber was pushed open by Lin Qingzhu. Her white leggings and small skirt gave her an air of cold detachment.

"Disciple pays respects to Master!" In Lin Qingzhu's clear, beautiful eyes, there was a unique kind of determination.

"En, do you have any questions regarding your cultivation?"

Holy Lord Xu Yan was also wearing a long white dress, exuding a noble and elegant aura that made Lin Qingzhu feel quite restrained.

"Master, my cultivation has improved recently; I have reached the ninth level of the Earth Profound Realm."

"Not bad, but you must not be arrogant. Keeping your feet on the ground is what you should be doing right now. If there is nothing else, go back and stabilize your cultivation. I have important matters to attend to."

Holy Lord Xu Yan praised her with a stern face, her slender, beautiful figure draped in flowing clothes, her aura elegant and noble.

"Master, why is your face so red?"

The observant Lin Qingzhu immediately noticed the flush on Holy Lord Xu Yan's face and asked in confusion.

"You damnable Pretty Boy, how dare you?!"

Holy Lord Xu Yan felt her calf being poked by a finger and immediately unleashed her divine sense. Sure enough, Ye Xuan was grinning wickedly and tracing circles on her thigh with his hand.

The tingling, itchy sensation coming from her calf made Holy Lord Xu Yan feel both shy and angry, and she couldn't help but blush.

"Aren't you going to stop? If you don't, wait until Qingzhu leaves and see if I don't deal with you!"

"Hmph!" Having received the telepathic message, Ye Xuan curled his lips in defiance. How could he miss such a good opportunity to tease his senior sister? The corners of his mouth lifted involuntarily, and the pressure of his hand lightened slightly as he continued to tickle her, accidentally brushing against a higher spot.

"Senior Sister, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to!"

Suddenly, a chill emanated from her divine sense. Ye Xuan jumped and quickly pulled his hand back, not daring to tease her anymore.

"You're really bold, daring to tease your senior sister. Just wait until I deal with you later!" The flush on Holy Lord Xu Yan's pretty face deepened, and her expression was one of angry beauty, as breathtaking as glaze.

Lin Qingzhu was even more confused. She quickly stepped forward, wanting to support Holy Lord Xu Yan. "Master, are you not feeling well? Should I help you to the bed to rest?"

"No need. I am fine. You may go back; I need to handle matters of the Holy Land shortly."

Unexpectedly, Holy Lord Xu Yan waved her hand to dismiss her, calming herself down as she refused.

Lin Qingzhu was naturally not stupid and frowned, but since her master was chasing her away, she couldn't keep prying.

Could it be that her master had found a man?

Was she going to have a Martial Uncle-in-law?

Although she had doubts in her heart, Lin Qingzhu could only slowly leave the bedchamber.

After a long while, Holy Lord Xu Yan's cold, mocking voice reached Ye Xuan's ears: "My dear Pretty Boy Junior Martial Uncle, do you want your senior sister to drain you dry?"

With a flick of her finger, the jade bed was moved aside. Ye Xuan, who was huddled and shivering, looked at Holy Lord Xu Yan guiltily before lowering his head. "Holy Lord Sister, I didn't mean it. Can you please retract that terrifying aura?"

Feeling the pressure of the Imperial Throne, Ye Xuan felt as if his body were being crushed by a thousand mountains.

"Hmph, didn't mean it? My reputation was almost ruined because of you. How do you plan to make it up to me?"

Seeing Ye Xuan cave in, Holy Lord Xu Yan's lips curled upward. She dissipated the terrifying pressure around her and poked his forehead with her jade finger.

Knowing there was no escaping, Ye Xuan closed his eyes as if he were going to his heroic death, gritted his teeth, and said, "Well, Holy Lord Sister, if it really comes to that, you can drain a little more this time."

"That's what you said, Junior Martial Uncle!"

A cunning smile flickered in Holy Lord Xu Yan's eyes; only this goal could put her mind at ease.

"Senior Sister, you... gently... no!"

"Hehe, you just said to let me drain a little more. Hah, men!"

...

Two hours later, it was already late. Ye Xuan walked out of the Holy Lord's bedchamber, clutching his waist with a pale face. When he arrived outside the main hall, he looked around and let out a sigh of relief. "She really didn't hold back, that damnable Holy Lord Senior Sister! I really don't have a drop left!"

Just as Ye Xuan was about to summon his Half-step King Profound Realm puppet to leave, a white silhouette emerged from behind a tree, giving him a fright. He calmed himself down and said while clutching his waist, "Qingzhu, why haven't you left yet?"

"Junior Martial Uncle, why are you walking out of Master's bedchamber?"

Lin Qingzhu's cold eyes filled with misty tears, and her elegant face showed a trace of grievance, as if someone had snatched away her most precious treasure. She almost covered her mouth and burst into tears.

"Junior Martial Uncle, are you and Master in that kind of relationship? Did you... did you already do that? Why didn't you tell me sooner..."

"What are you talking about?"

Ye Xuan had a splitting headache. Enduring the pain in his waist, he stepped forward to hold the swaying Lin Qingzhu. "This is a misunderstanding. Are you stupid?"

"Wuu... you're already like this, and you're still trying to explain that it's a misunderstanding. If I had known, I would have stayed away from you, Junior Martial Uncle... Why did you give me hope... only to bring me despair..."

This time, Lin Qingzhu no longer resembled the cold fairy from before. Like a child, she broke free from Ye Xuan's embrace and crouched on the ground, hugging her head and crying.

This crying soon attracted Holy Lord Xu Yan, who had been resting. Ignoring the completely bewildered Ye Xuan, she said sternly, "Hmph, Pretty Boy, did you bully Qingzhu again?"

"Just you wait, I'll deal with you properly this time!"