79: Chapter 79 Oh no! Wan'er is here!

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The urgent knocking broke the lingering romantic atmosphere that had just settled within the Bedchamber.

"Master! Are you awake?"

"Your disciple has brought breakfast for you, and I also wanted to see how your injuries are doing!"

Nangong Waner's crisp and pleasant voice sounded like a death knell in Ye Qingwu's ears at this moment.

"Oh no, oh no! Waner is here!"

Ye Qingwu instantly panicked, spinning in circles around the room like a young girl caught by her parents in a secret romance.

"Quick! You, hide quickly!"

She pushed Xu Chen, who was still stretching on the bed, pointing under the bed and then at the wardrobe.

"Hide in the wardrobe? Or under the bed?"

"Master, please calm down."

Xu Chen helplessly grabbed her flailing hands, looking at her with an expression of disappointment.

"We were performing proper Dual Cultivation to heal injuries, not having an affair. Why should we hide?"

"Besides, I am your disciple's husband, and you are her Master. We are one family. Isn't it normal for us to be in the same room?"

"Normal my foot!"

Ye Qingwu was so anxious she was almost in tears. "What kind of 'family' gets out of the same bed first thing in the morning? And... and the smell in this room..."

She sniffed. That mixture of their unique scents—anyone who wasn't a fool could smell what had happened.

"Don't worry, I've got this."

Xu Chen snapped his fingers, and a Cleansing Wind Incantation swept through, instantly blowing away the odors in the room and replacing them with a faint scent of sandalwood.

Then he straightened his collar and walked over grandly, pulling the door open.

"Creak—"

Outside the door, Nangong Waner, who was holding Spiritual Porridge and preparing to knock again, froze when she saw Xu Chen suddenly appear before her.

"Xu... Xu Chen?"

Her eyes widened. Her gaze moved past Xu Chen and saw her Master sitting at the dressing table behind him; though her back was turned, she was clearly stiff.

"You... why are you in Master's room?"

And so early in the morning!

And with your clothes in disarray!

In Nangong Waner's little head, a ten-thousand-word essay instantly formed.

"Morning, Senior Sister."

Xu Chen leaned against the doorframe, smiling radiantly, without the slightest sense of being caught.

"Wasn't I worried about Master's injuries? I stayed by Master's side all night, doing my utmost to help her 'heal'."

When he said the words "heal," he intentionally emphasized his tone, and his eyes drifted toward Ye Qingwu inside the room.

Ye Qingwu's body visibly trembled, and the comb in her hand almost fell to the floor.

"Healing?"

Nangong Waner looked at him suspiciously, then at her Master.

"Was it really just healing?"

"What else?"

Xu Chen spread his hands, looking innocent.

"Senior Sister, you know how troublesome the Demonic Sound's intrusion is. To help Master extract the toxins, I worked so hard my back and waist are aching; I can barely walk."

As he spoke, he even theatrically rubbed his waist.

Looking at his weakened state, although Nangong Waner still had her doubts, she couldn't say much more. After all, Xu Chen really had saved the Sword Sect and her Master.

"Then... how is Master's injury?"

Nangong Waner set down the Spiritual Porridge and quickly walked to Ye Qingwu's side, asking with concern.

"Cough, cough... Much... much better."

Ye Qingwu turned around, forcing herself to look at her disciple with feigned composure. But those watery peach-blossom eyes and that irrepressible radiant glow made Nangong Waner pause.

"Master, your complexion... why has it become so good?"

Not only was her complexion good, but her whole person looked over a decade younger; her skin was so tender it looked like it could produce water with a pinch. Furthermore, that cold aura that usually lingered between her brows had vanished, replaced by an... indescribable charm.

It was just like... just like the feeling she had when she looked in the mirror herself last night!

Alarm bells rang in Nangong Waner's heart.

She whipped her head around and stared fixedly at Xu Chen.

"You... what exactly did you do to Master?!"

"Why is Master's current state just like... just like mine yesterday morning..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was already clear.

The scene became extremely awkward for a moment.

Ye Qingwu was so ashamed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into; she knew she couldn't hide it from this clever and mischievous disciple!

Right then.

Xu Chen moved.

He stopped playing dumb and strode between the two of them.

He reached out his left arm and wrapped it around Ye Qingwu's waist.

He reached out his right hand and grabbed Nangong Waner's hand.

Then, under the shocked gazes of the two women, he pulled them both to his side at the same time.

"Since Senior Sister has seen through it, I won't pretend anymore."

Xu Chen looked at this pair of stunning Master and disciple, a domineering smile appearing on his face.

"That's right, it's exactly what you're thinking."

"I have already... taken your Master."

"Boom!"

Although she had already guessed it, hearing Xu Chen admit it personally still felt like a thunderclap exploding in Nangong Waner's mind.

"You... you beast!"

"She is my Master!"

Nangong Waner was so angry she wanted to draw her sword, but her hand was held tightly by Xu Chen, and she couldn't break free.

"What's wrong with her being your Master?"

Xu Chen said righteously:

"Keep the good stuff within the family, right?"

"Think about it, if your Master married someone else, wouldn't you have to watch your step around a stranger in the future? You'd even have to call someone else 'Grand-Master'?"

"But it's different now."

Xu Chen pointed to himself.

"I am your husband, and I am also your Master's husband."

"The three of us are one big, loving family."

"In public, you call her Master, and she calls you disciple."

"At home, we'll each have our own terms."

"You call me husband, and she calls me husband too."

"Or..."

Xu Chen gave a wicked grin and leaned into Nangong Waner's ear, whispering:

"To add a bit of spice, you could also call her... Mistress?"

"I won't! Not even if you kill me!"

Nangong Waner was mortified, her pretty face turning beet red.

To make her call her own Master 'Mistress'? That was just too shameful!

"Alright, alright, stop teasing Waner."

Seeing her disciple was about to explode, Ye Qingwu finally brought out her authority as an elder.

Blushing, she gave Xu Chen a gentle push, then took Nangong Waner's hand and said softly:

"Waner, regarding this... Master has wronged you."

"But... but what's done is done."

Ye Qingwu grit her teeth, as if making a major decision.

"Besides, you've seen it too. After being with him, our cultivation indeed... increases quite quickly."

"For the future of the Sword Sect, and for the sake of our cultivation paths as Master and disciple..."

"Shall we just... endure a little?"

Hearing that her Master was actually speaking up for this bastard, Nangong Waner fell into complete despair.

It's over.

Everything's over.

Not only was Master eaten up completely, but even her heart has been stolen away!

"Waaa... why is my life so bitter..."

Nangong Waner threw herself into Ye Qingwu's arms and began to fake cry.

"I thought I found a backer, but he turned out to be a pervert."

"I thought Master could stand up for me, but Master became my sister."

"How am I supposed to live my life from now on!"

Looking at the disciple acting spoiled in her arms, and then at the smug Xu Chen beside her, Ye Qingwu sighed helplessly, but her eyes were full of smiles.

Though it was absurd.

Though it was shameful.

This seemed to be... the feeling of home she had always longed for.

"Alright, stop crying."

Xu Chen walked over and pulled the pair of Master and disciple into his arms together.

"With me around in the future, no one will dare bully you."

"Let's go, let's go eat."