72: Chapter 72 My Master is a Rare Beauty

Like a breached dam, a flood of memories rushed into her mind, instantly washing away all her composure.

As the youngest Elder with real power in the Luoxue Sect, Master Bai Yuxue possessed exceptional talent, a resilient Heart-Nature, and had always focused solely on the Dao throughout her cultivation journey.

She had never felt a shred of affection for any man.

Nor had she ever experienced such intimate, skin-to-skin contact.

Last night was her first time.

The mere thought of Ye Yun's lack of control last night—how tireless and demanding he had been—

caused a seductive crimson flush to spread across Master Bai Yuxue's cheeks at a visible rate, traveling from her smooth forehead down to her delicate chin.

Even her tender earlobes were stained with a rouge color, and the lingering, ambiguous red marks on her skin made her feel so ashamed that her whole body burned.

She forced herself to remain calm, deliberately tightening her face in an attempt to maintain the cold dignity of a Revered Master.

Yet, deep down, she was in complete disarray; her heart was pounding like a trapped deer, and she was shy to the extreme.

She dared not dwell on those amorous images for even a second, fearing she would lose her composure right there.

Ye Yun, on the other hand, was stiff as a board, as if paralyzed by a binding spell, not daring to move an inch.

He looked at Master Bai Yuxue, who was right before his eyes, gazing at her flushed cheeks and her Phoenix-like eyes, which shimmered with moisture.

Feeling her warm, soft body pressed tightly against his own, a mix of panic, shyness, and a fluttering heart intertwined within him.

It made him cautious even with his breathing; he could only stare at her blankly, his mind a complete void.

The two of them remained in that embracing posture, frozen on the soft bed, as if time had stood still at that moment.

The birds chirping outside the window and the sound of the mountain breeze all became background noise within the spacious bamboo house.

Nothing remained but the sound of their rapid, chaotic heartbeats, one after another, exceptionally clear in the quiet air.

This awkward stalemate lasted for a full half-stick of incense's time.

Master Bai Yuxue finally forced down the surging shyness in her heart and slowly suppressed the flush on her face.

Her expression gradually returned to its usual coldness, though a hint of imperceptible tenderness still lingered in her eyes.

She parted her thin lips, her voice carrying the huskiness of just waking up, yet it held an unquestionable dignity as she said, word by word:

"Close your eyes."

Those simple two words fell into Ye Yun's ears like an imperial decree.

He did not hesitate in the slightest; he didn't even have the courage to look up.

He immediately closed his eyes obediently, his eyelashes trembling incessantly, his tense jawline exposing his inner nervousness.

He was terrified that if he took one more look, he would trigger Master Bai Yuxue's shame and anger.

After all, he had committed the heinous crime of betraying his Revered Master last night.

At this moment, only by being obedient could he hope for a sliver of survival.

Sensing the absolute obedience of the person beneath her, Master Bai Yuxue's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.

She looked down at Ye Yun, who had his eyes tightly shut and was trembling with fear, and her cold lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

A faint, incredibly beautiful smile blossomed quietly on her lips.

That smile was like a winter plum blossom blooming or ice melting; her naturally enchanting face paired with this slight smile was so stunning it made the heavens and earth lose their color.

Unfortunately, Ye Yun, with his eyes closed, had no chance to witness this breathtaking scene.

Master Bai Yuxue took a deep breath, carefully shifted her body, and slowly rose from Ye Yun's chest.

The moment her warm, soft body left him, Ye Yun felt a hollowness in his chest, and an inexplicable sense of loss welled up in his heart.

Yet he still kept his eyes tightly shut, not daring to lift his eyelids even once.

Immediately after, the rustling sound of clothing fabric rubbing against itself echoed in his ears—soft, gentle, and melodic.

It was Master Bai Yuxue getting dressed; the sound falling into Ye Yun's ears made his cheeks burn even hotter, and his heart beat so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

Fragmented images surfaced uncontrollably in his mind.

Terrified, he quickly forced himself to suppress his stray thoughts, keeping his eyes shut tight, not daring to let any impure thoughts remain.

It is unknown how much time passed before the rustling sound of dressing finally stopped.

Master Bai Yuxue's cold voice sounded once more, having shed the huskiness of just waking up and returning to its usual authority.

"You may open your eyes."

Only then did Ye Yun dare to slowly open his eyes.

What came into view was Master Bai Yuxue's back.

She had already changed into a sky-blue long dress.

The style was still hot and bold; the thin silk fabric clung to her skin, outlining her perfect figure to perfection.

Her smooth, slender arms and fair, long calves were all exposed.

Under the light, her skin was as white as fine mutton-fat jade, glowing with a warm, pearlescent luster.

The lines of her back were incredibly fluid.

From her slender, delicate shoulder lines, it wound all the way down, transitioning to a waist that could be encircled by a single hand.

Then it extended to her round, pert buttocks.

Every inch of her curves was flawlessly perfect, as if carved by the heavens with the utmost care, without a single flaw.

Ye Yun's gaze uncontrollably wandered along those stunning curves, and his throat involuntarily bobbed hard.

He swallowed hard, the dry heat in his heart surging up again, and a weak wave of heat even stirred in his Dantian.

[Revered Master's figure is just too incredible... In my past life in the modern world, those top celebrities in the entertainment industry and international supermodels...]

[Compared to Revered Master, they are like clouds and mud—they aren't even fit to carry her shoes! This waist, this back, these curves—she is truly a stunning beauty of the mortal world, with natural, bewitching charm!]

Yet this fluttering of the heart lasted only for an instant. The next second,

Ye Yun snapped back to reality, his heart skipping a beat, and he was instantly enveloped by boundless fear.

[It's over, it's over! I actually dared to stare at Revered Master's back and have wild thoughts, and I was so engrossed in it! If she finds out, given her temper, she'll definitely skin me alive and cripple my cultivation! I must have a death wish!]

Terrified, he quickly lowered his head, burying it low, staring fixedly at his own toes.

His whole body was tense, like a frightened quail, and he dared not lift his eyes even a fraction.

Although Master Bai Yuxue had her back to Ye Yun, as a powerhouse in the Martial Spirit Realm,

her Divine Sense had already captured his every move and expression.

Feeling his burning gaze, the sound of him swallowing, and his sudden panic,

Master Bai Yuxue's cheeks flushed a light red again. Feeling both shy and annoyed, she gritted her teeth and silently cursed:

[This little lecher! He just woke up and already dares to stare at me so frivolously; he is truly bold beyond measure! I haven't even settled the score for last night with him yet.]

[And now he dares to openly covet me! Later, I must teach him a good lesson and let him know that a Revered Master's dignity cannot be violated!]

Master Bai Yuxue took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shyness and annoyance in her heart, slowly adjusted her facial expression, and returned to her cold, dignified demeanor.

Only then did she slowly turn around to look at Ye Yun, who was standing with his head bowed.

"Put on your clothes."

Master Bai Yuxue spoke indifferently, pointing to the neatly folded cyan Outer Sect Disciple robe by the bedside, her tone flat, revealing no emotion.

As if granted a reprieve, Ye Yun hurriedly walked to the bedside, grabbed the robe in a flustered panic, and quickly pulled it onto himself.

His movements were agile yet panicked; he kept his head down the entire time, not daring to slack off for a single moment, fearing that if he was a step too slow, he would provoke the Revered Master's anger.