90: Chapter 90 A Flutter in My Heart

"How does he deserve to be actively favored by Mu Wanyao and Zhao Xinyue, those two peerless Senior Sisters of the Inner Sect, and even invited by them personally? I have been in the Luoxue Sect for so long, and despite trying my absolute best, I can only huddle at the bottom. I don't even have the qualifications to approach those two Senior Sisters. By what right does he get to soar to the sky?"

The flames of jealousy burned in his chest.

But when he thought of Murong Yun's rage, a surge of schadenfreude welled up in Sun Hao's heart.

"Even if your talent is high, and you are favored by the Senior Sisters, so what? You shouldn't have, above all else, offended Murong Yun. He is a top Disciple of the Inner Sect, his father is an Inner Sect Elder, and his grandfather is a Grand Elder of the Sect. His background is heaven-reaching, and his methods are ruthless. In this Luoxue Sect, no one who offends Murong Yun lives for long. I want to see how many more days you can be arrogant; sooner or later, you will die in Murong Yun's schemes!"

He stole a glance at Ye Yun and saw that he was still sitting with his eyes closed to Cultivate, as if he hadn't noticed him, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He huddled on his own bed, not daring to make a single sound, for fear of displeasing Ye Yun and inviting trouble.

...

After a night of bitter Cultivation, Ye Yun's cultivation level still showed no obvious progress.

As soon as the sky began to brighten, he slowly opened his eyes, a trace of fatigue in their depths.

He stood up and stretched his limbs, his bones emitting crisp "cracking" sounds.

The stagnation from a night of solitary Cultivation filled his entire body.

Suddenly, the memory of the two-day appointment flooded his mind, and Ye Yun's eyes instantly lit up.

"Today is the day I agreed with Revered Master to go to Lonely Peak for our appointment!"

The image of Master Bai Yuxue involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Her fiery red, alluring dress, her exquisite and shapely figure.

Her peerless beautiful face, her lazy and enchanting temperament—every part of her was captivating.

Thinking of that night's intimacy with Revered Master, thinking of Master Bai Yuxue's fiery figure.

Ye Yun's heart skipped a beat, and a hint of heat rose in his lower abdomen.

His Hehuan Daoist Body reacted involuntarily.

He suppressed the palpitations in his heart and quickly straightened his robes.

A trace of imperceptible anticipation was on his face.

He pushed the door open and walked out of the dormitory, heading in the direction of Lonely Peak in the Inner Sect.

Along the way, he passed through the bamboo forest at the boundary between the Outer Sect and the Inner Sect, the morning breeze blowing, making the bamboo leaves rustle.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of bamboo.

Ye Yun's footsteps were light, and the anticipation in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

The scene shifted.

Before long, he arrived outside Master Bai Yuxue's bamboo house at the summit of Lonely Peak.

The morning sunlight spilled down gently, covering the green grass and the bamboo chair in front of the bamboo house, radiating warmth.

Master Bai Yuxue was lying lazily on a bamboo lounge chair, eyes closed as she sunbathed.

She had changed into a light and thin fiery red gauze dress, the material soft and form-fitting.

It outlined her curvy figure to perfection.

Her smooth shoulders and slender calves were exposed, her skin glowing with a pearly white luster in the sunlight.

Her long, raven-black hair was scattered casually on the lounge chair.

A few stray hairs clung to her cheeks, her eyes gently closed, and her long eyelashes hung down like butterfly wings.

The usual majesty and cold, aloof beauty were gone.

Only a lazy, tranquil tenderness remained, an interweaving of enchantment and gentleness, so beautiful it made one's heart tremble.

Standing not far away, Ye Yun was instantly stunned.

His feet froze in place, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

The Master Bai Yuxue before him had shed the overbearing nature of an Elder.

She was like a lazy, resting fire fox, tranquil and captivating.

It stirred an indescribable palpitation in his heart.

This was different from the amazement he felt for other women; it was genuine infatuation.

"Revered Master is just too beautiful... This lazy appearance is even more captivating than Mu Wanyao or the cute and naive Zhao Xinyue. Even though she is a high and mighty Elder, she is so tranquil right now that it makes one unable to help wanting to get closer."

"You've arrived? What are you staring blankly at over there? Come here."

A lazy, soft, and charming voice suddenly rang out, breaking the tranquility of the mountains.

Ye Yun snapped out of his daze, startled, his whole body stiffening, and his cheeks instantly flushed red.

He hurriedly lowered his head, quickly bowed in salute, his tone filled with a flustered respect:

"Disciple Ye Yun pays respects to Revered Master! Disciple... Disciple was rude just now, I hope Revered Master will forgive me."

Ye Yun hadn't expected that he would be caught red-handed while staring blankly at Revered Master.

He was both panicked and ashamed, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Master Bai Yuxue slowly opened her eyes, her phoenix eyes filled with spring.

A trace of playful amusement in her eyes, she glanced at him.

She lightly propped herself up on the lounge chair with her slender hand and sat up a bit, her tone casual.

"It's fine. It's just a few glances; you won't lose a piece of flesh."

She raised her eyes to signal Ye Yun to approach, her voice lazy.

"What are you standing there for? Come over and sit."

As her voice fell, Master Bai Yuxue waved her slender hand gently.

A gentle flash of Mystic Power passed, and on the open ground beside the bamboo house, a bamboo lounge chair identical to the one she was lying on appeared out of thin air.

The chair had fine textures and was polished smooth and round.

It even carried the fresh scent of bamboo; it was clearly made not long ago.

Ye Yun was full of surprise. He dared not disobey, walked forward quickly, and replied respectfully.

"Thank you, Revered Master."

He carefully lay down on the bamboo chair.

As soon as his body settled, he felt extreme comfort; it was soft and fit his body perfectly.

It was a hundred times more comfortable than the hard stone bed in the dormitory, and even the stagnation from a night of solitary Cultivation dissipated quite a bit.

Ye Yun couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "No wonder Revered Master lies on this all day; this bamboo chair is just too comfortable. It is simply the perfect item for resting after Cultivation."

He was completely unaware that this bamboo chair was not conjured up casually.

Rather, it was something Master Bai Yuxue had personally gone up the mountain to cut bamboo for, whittled, and polished over these two days, meticulously crafting it for him by hand.

Even her only Personal Disciple, Han Qingxue, had never enjoyed such treatment.

If Ye Yun knew that this chair full of bamboo scent was made by Revered Master with her own hands for him.

He would not know how shocked he would be.

Master Bai Yuxue leaned sideways on the lounge chair, her gaze landing on Ye Yun.

Watching his comfortable yet slightly reserved appearance.

A trace of an imperceptible, gentle smile curled at the corner of her mouth, so quick that no one could catch it.

She parted her red lips slightly, her voice carrying a hint of lazy inquiry.

"In the life-and-death battle, winning against Wang Peng has certainly brought me glory."

Ye Yun quickly sat up a bit straighter and replied respectfully.

"Replying to Revered Master, Disciple only won by luck. Wang Peng's strength is not weak; it was just that he was too conceited, which is why he was defeated by Disciple."

"Conceit is a great taboo for practitioners. He died due to his own arrogance; he cannot blame others."

Master Bai Yuxue spoke indifferently, her phoenix eyes sweeping over Ye Yun.

"However, you have hidden yourself well. Your Great Martial Artist Fourth Level cultivation has deceived quite a few people."

Ye Yun's heart tightened, and he quickly said.

"Disciple did not intend to hide it; it is just that I have newly entered the Sect and did not want to be too ostentatious, inviting trouble."

"Trouble?"

Master Bai Yuxue scoffed, her eyes carrying a hint of playfulness.

"You offended Murong Yun, provoked a top Disciple of the Inner Sect—is this what you call not wanting to invite trouble? You little fellow, you are simply a troublemaker."

Ye Yun's cheeks flushed red, and he scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing how to respond.

Watching his embarrassed appearance, the smile in Master Bai Yuxue's eyes grew deeper.