75: Chapter 75 Master, shouldn't you reward me with something?

The night at Forgetting Love Peak was exceptionally enchanting tonight.

Moonlight, like flowing water, spilled into the gazebo atop the mountain. Several exquisite palace lanterns hung around the pavilion, their soft halos illuminating the place like a paradise on earth.

The stone table was laden with spiritual fruits and delicacies from the Sword Sect's treasury.

But the most eye-catching thing was the stunning woman sitting on a stone stool, her head resting on one hand, her eyes slightly hazy.

Ye Qingwu had changed out of her blood-stained training robes and into a pale purple Flowing Cloud Palace Dress. This color was a touch more charming than pure white and a bit less gaudy than bright red, perfectly complementing her mature and noble temperament.

Only now, this usually dignified Supreme Elder had two enticing flushes of crimson on her cheeks.

"Good wine..."

Ye Qingwu raised the jade cup in her hand, greedily sniffing the amber liquid within.

This was the Drunken Immortal Brew, a treasure from the Imperial Clan that Xu Chen had specifically brought out.

It was said that even Great Saint experts would pass out if they drank too much, let alone someone like her at the Initial Stage of the Saint Realm, who had just suffered internal injuries and was mentally unstable.

"I'm glad Master likes it."

Xu Chen sat opposite her, playing with a folding fan, but his gaze never left her for a second.

"I stole this wine from my old man's cellar; usually, even he can't bear to drink it."

"At least you have some heart, kid."

Ye Qingwu gave a light snort and tilted her head back to drain the cup in one gulp.

The liquid, spicy yet with a sweet aftertaste, slid down her throat, instantly turning into a warm current that surged through her limbs and bones, making her originally sluggish spiritual power circulate a bit more smoothly.

But with it came an increasingly intense sense of intoxication.

"Wait... where are Sect Master Jian and the others?"

Ye Qingwu put down her wine cup and looked around in a daze.

It was supposed to be a victory banquet, so why was there not a single soul to be seen on this vast Forgetting Love Peak except for her and Xu Chen?

"Oh, them."

Xu Chen picked up the wine pot and diligently refilled her cup.

"Sect Master Jian said he suddenly had an epiphany and needed to go into seclusion."

"The Great Elder said his sow was about to give birth and he had to go back to deliver the piglets."

"As for Senior Sister Wan'er..."

A wicked smile curled at the corner of Xu Chen's mouth.

"She said the moonlight was too beautiful tonight and she didn't have the heart to disturb the 'world of two' between her Master and her disciple-husband, so she very sensibly went to stand guard at the foot of the mountain."

"Pfft—"

Ye Qingwu almost spat out a mouthful of wine.

"Delivering piglets? A world of two?"

Those old fogies, and that dead girl Wan'er, had clearly sold her out!

"Nonsense!"

Ye Qingwu glared at Xu Chen, but due to her intoxication, the look lacked any intimidation and instead seemed like a flirtatious glance, full of charm.

"Since no one is here, what's the point of this victory banquet? I'm going back to rest too!"

Saying that, she stood up unsteadily, wanting to flee this gazebo filled with a dangerous aura.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Master."

Xu Chen's figure flashed, appearing beside her instantly, his hand naturally supporting her arm.

"We are the protagonists of this victory banquet."

"I saved the Sword Sect and I saved you, Master. This wine isn't finished, and the debt of gratitude hasn't been repaid. How can Master leave?"

"Re... repay?"

Ye Qingwu's body stiffened. Feeling the heat from the large hand holding her arm, her heart skipped a beat.

"Hasn't the Sword Sect already honored you as a Supreme Enshrined Official? Isn't that enough?"

"That is the Sword Sect's repayment."

Xu Chen helped her sit back down and then sat on the stone stool next to her, the distance between them being inches.

"I mean... Master's personal repayment."

Xu Chen leaned close to her ear, his wine-scented breath blowing against her sensitive earlobe.

"Master, look at how hard I've worked. I not only sacrificed my looks but also almost perished along with the Demonic Sword."

"Shouldn't you... give me some kind of substantial reward?"

"Re... reward?"

Ye Qingwu felt her whole body go weak, her head spinning as if it were filled with paste.

She instinctively sensed danger and wanted to retreat, only to find a stone pillar behind her, leaving her with no way out.

"What... what do you want?"

She stammered, her voice trembling like a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Does Master really not know what I want?"

Xu Chen's fingers lightly brushed across the back of her hand, then slowly moved up her arm. That electric, tingling sensation made Ye Qingwu shudder slightly.

"Master, your heart is racing again."

"Is the residual poison from the Demonic Sound acting up again?"

"No... it's not!"

Ye Qingwu denied it flatly, but her panicked eyes betrayed her.

"I think it is."

Xu Chen said solemnly.

"The Demonic Sound entering the body hurts the soul the most. If it's not treated in time with 'Extreme Yang Qi', it might leave lasting damage and affect Master's future cultivation."

"For the sake of Master's path, I feel it is my duty to help you... completely eradicate the toxin."

As he spoke, Xu Chen's hand was already on her fragrant shoulder, applying slight pressure to pull her halfway into his embrace.

"You... don't be reckless..."

Ye Qingwu grabbed Xu Chen's lapel, making a final stand.

"This is a gazebo... someone will see..."

"Don't worry, I have an array."

Xu Chen snapped his fingers.

"Buzz!"

A purple-gold barrier instantly enveloped the entire gazebo, cutting off all outside sight and spiritual sense probes.

"Now no one can see."

Xu Chen looked at the delicate, blushing face in his arms, the fire in his eyes no longer suppressible.

"Master."

"Actually, from the first time we met, I've wanted to call you that."

"It's just that for that second syllable, I want to change the meaning."

"Change... change it to what?"

Ye Qingwu asked dizzily.

"Change it to... 'husband'."

"Boom!"

These words were like a heavy bomb, directly blowing away Ye Qingwu's last line of rational defense.

"Master?"

"Teacher-Husband?"

"Husband?"

"You... you rebellious disciple..."

Ye Qingwu scolded in shame and anger, but her voice carried a hint of anticipation and... resignation that even she didn't notice.

She knew she really couldn't escape tonight.

Moreover, facing this man who had saved her from danger—who was both overbearing and a rogue—the wall in her heart named 'ethics' had long since collapsed without her realizing it.

"A rebellious disciple it is then."

Xu Chen chuckled softly, lowered his head, and kissed those red lips he had long desired.

"As long as I can get Master's reward..."

"What's the harm in being a Master-defying disciple?"