159: Chapter 159 Han Qingxue Leaves the Sect

"Exactly, Brother Yun, are we not serving you well?"

Murong Yun didn't speak; he simply reached out to pinch the red-dressed woman's chin, lowered his head, and kissed her.

He kissed with great force, carrying a hint of venting.

It was as if he wanted to pour out all the desires and dissatisfaction in the depths of his heart.

The red-dressed woman was kissed until she was breathless, her hands clutching his lapels, her whole body going soft.

The purple-dressed woman was not to be outdone either, kissing his neck from the side while her fingers wandered across his chest.

The atmosphere on the soft couch was once again filled with the spring-like air of passion.

Murong Yun pressed the two women beneath him, yet his eyes were somewhat hollow.

His mind was filled entirely with Mu Wanyao's gentle face.

"Wanyao, sooner or later, you will be mine..."

He murmured in a low voice, his tone full of obsession and madness.

The red-dressed woman closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, not daring to look into his eyes.

She knew that at this moment, the one Murong Yun was thinking of was not her.

But she didn't dare to say it, nor did she dare to ask.

She could only cooperate with his movements, making sounds that satisfied him.

Sunlight spilled through the window lattice onto the soft couch.

It cast the three entangled figures onto the gauze curtains, ambiguous and distorted.

...

At the peak of Lonely Peak, in front of the Bamboo House.

Master Bai Yuxue leaned against a bamboo chair, a fiery red dress wrapping around her seductive and curvaceous figure.

The neckline was cut extremely low, revealing a patch of snowy-white skin and a deep cleavage.

At the slit of the skirt, her fair and slender legs were partially visible, crossed over the armrest of the bamboo chair.

Her ankles were delicate, and even her toes were as rounded as pearls and jade.

Her black hair fell loosely, hanging lazily over her shoulders; her phoenix eyes were half-closed, and her red lips were slightly pursed.

Her entire being radiated a soul-snatching allure.

But at this moment, a trace of imperceptible worry was hidden in the depths of Master Bai Yuxue's eyes.

She hadn't received any news from Ye Yun for several days.

That little fellow said he was going to the Fengyun Mountains for a newcomer mission.

Normally, with his strength, dealing with a third-grade Late Stage Iron-backed Azure Bear should be no problem.

But her heart simply couldn't settle down.

She raised her slender hand, gently rubbed her brow, and sighed.

Just then, a plain white figure slowly walked up Lonely Peak along the bluestone path.

Han Qingxue wore a plain white dress, her posture as upright as a winter plum blossom, cold and transcendent.

Her figure was tall and slender, her waist like a willow, and the curves of her chest were just right.

Neither ostentatious nor thin, she was like a winter plum blossom in the snow—cold, aloof, and proud.

She walked to the front of the Bamboo House, stopped, and spoke respectfully.

"Revered Master, your Disciple Han Qingxue requests an audience."

Master Bai Yuxue lifted her phoenix eyes, her voice lazy.

"Come in."

Han Qingxue pushed the door open and entered, walking before Master Bai Yuxue and bowing.

"Revered Master summoned me; what are your instructions?"

Master Bai Yuxue looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"Qingxue, your Junior Brother went to the Fengyun Mountains for a newcomer mission. It's been several days, and no news has come back."

Han Qingxue was slightly startled, an imperceptible trace of worry flashing through her cold eyes.

"Junior Brother... he hasn't returned yet?"

Master Bai Yuxue nodded, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest of the bamboo chair.

"I'm a bit uneasy. Take a trip to the Fengyun Mountains and see if he's run into any trouble."

Han Qingxue's heart tightened, and she quickly responded.

"Yes, I will go immediately."

As she turned to leave, Master Bai Yuxue called out to her again.

"Wait."

Han Qingxue stopped and looked back at her Revered Master.

Master Bai Yuxue took out a jade talisman from her bosom and handed it to her.

"This is a Transmission Jade Talisman. Once you find him, send me a message immediately. If you encounter danger, don't try to be a hero; notify me at once."

Han Qingxue took the jade talisman and solemnly tucked it into her bosom.

"Rest assured, Revered Master. I will definitely bring Junior Brother back safely."

Master Bai Yuxue nodded and waved her hand.

"Go then."

Han Qingxue turned and left, her plain white figure quickly disappearing into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Master Bai Yuxue leaned back against the bamboo chair again, looking in the direction she had departed, the worry in her eyes deepening.

She raised her hand and lightly pressed it against her chest, feeling the faint unease coming from there.

"Little Yun'er, don't let anything happen to you..."

She murmured to herself, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"I finally found someone who can suppress my injuries. If you die, who will I find?"

She paused, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"You little fellow, your skills aren't great, but your ability to cause trouble is quite something. Even people from the Murong Family, you dare to provoke."

She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

"I hope you come back alive."

On Lonely Peak, the wind wailed, and the bamboo leaves rustled.

Master Bai Yuxue lay on the bamboo chair, her fiery red dress fluttering gently in the wind, like a blooming flaming peony.

But her heart simply couldn't find peace.

...

The two had walked along the mountain path for most of the day, covered in both sweat and blood, feeling uncomfortably sticky.

Ye Yun was fine; his Great Martial Master Ninth Level cultivation allowed his body to recover extremely quickly, but Wen Yulan was starting to struggle.

She was still wearing that oversized outer robe of his; the fabric was thick and didn't breathe, making her whole body feel stifled and clammy.

Add to that the consecutive days of travel, the life-and-death battle, and the night of madness.

She felt as though not a single part of her body was comfortable.

When the two passed by that hot spring, Wen Yulan's pace noticeably slowed down.

She stole a glance at the misty surface of the pool.

Then she looked at Ye Yun walking ahead, bit her lip, and hesitated to speak.

Ye Yun noticed her abnormality, stopped, and turned to look at her.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Yulan lowered her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, her cheeks gradually flushing red.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, hesitating for a good while before finally speaking in a small voice.

"I... I want to wash up a bit..."

Ye Yun glanced at the hot spring, then at her, and nodded.

"Go ahead, I'll keep watch for you."

As he spoke, he turned to walk further away.

Wen Yulan grew anxious and quickly grabbed his sleeve.

Ye Yun turned back, looking at her with some confusion.

Wen Yulan's face turned even redder, even the tips of her ears stained pink.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at him, her voice so thin it was almost inaudible.

"You... you should wash up too. You must be uncomfortable as well..."

Ye Yun was slightly taken aback, thinking he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

Wen Yulan bit her lip, summoned her courage to lift her head and look at him; her voice was still very small, but clearer than before.

"I said... how about together. Anyway... anyway, it's not like we haven't seen each other..."

After saying it, she practically curled into a ball, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Ye Yun was stunned for a moment, then a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Looking at her expression, so shy she looked ready to cry, he teased her on purpose.

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly, say it again."

Wen Yulan was both embarrassed and annoyed, shooting him a glare.

"I said together! If you don't want to, then forget it!"