285: Chapter 285 You scumbag, why don't you say something and let me stay!

Upon hearing the word "return," Mo Yao completely panicked.

Return?

It was absolutely impossible to return!

She still had the mark of the fallen holy grail within her body!

Six days had passed since Cao Kun last baptized her.

Tomorrow was the deadline for the seventh day!

At the mere thought of the pain when the mark acted up—that sensation of ten thousand ants devouring her heart and her Divine Soul splitting apart—Mo Yao's legs began to go weak uncontrollably.

Mo Yao did not want to return, and even less did she want to leave Cao Kun's side.

She didn't even dare to admit to herself that after experiencing those few days of tempering, where Hell and Heaven were intertwined, she was even secretly looking forward to tomorrow.

But she was proud and arrogant, and could not bring herself to lower her Face to beg Cao Kun to let her stay.

Begging a man to let her stay in front of so many people?

Did she not want any Face?!

Mo Yao's eyes reddened with anxiety; she looked past the Palace Master of Penglai's shoulder and tried desperately to signal Cao Kun with her eyes.

"You scumbag! Say something!"

"Aren't you usually quite eloquent?"

"Is it that hard to just find an excuse to keep me here?!"

Cao Kun, of course, noticed Mo Yao's embarrassed appearance as she hopped with anxiety.

But he deliberately refused to take the bait.

Little wildcat, can't I even handle your tsundere temper?

Seeing that her Disciple hadn't moved for a long time, the Palace Master of Penglai pulled Mo Yao twice in confusion.

To her surprise, she discovered that her usually decisive and swift-acting beloved Disciple was currently standing there like a wooden post with roots growing out of her feet.

Not only did she look back every step of the way, but her eyes also kept darting toward the direction of the Great Yan Flying Boat.

The Palace Revered Master followed Mo Yao's gaze and happened to see Cao Kun's tall, straight back.

She immediately understood.

This girl had been strong-willed since she was young and wouldn't even look for a Dao Companion.

Now that she had met a peerless Prodigy like Cao Kun and had received such a great favor from him...

Which young girl in love could resist such a classic trope of a hero saving a beauty?

It was completely normal for her to be stirred by mortal desires!

Furthermore, Cao Kun was now the Son of the Plane.

Not only was he handsome and dashing, but his strength also suppressed his entire generation, and his future achievements would surely shake the past and present!

With such a wealthy and powerful catch, not to mention Mo Yao, even she, as her Revered Master, would throw herself at him if she were a few thousand years younger!

Since her Disciple had this desire that she was too shy to speak of, how could she, as her Revered Master, be the villain who breaks up a pair of lovebirds?

She had to help!

"Oh my," the Palace Master of Penglai beamed with joy and intentionally raised her voice to tease.

"Looking at our Yao'er's distracted state, could it be that you are reluctant to part with Young Master Cao?"

Mo Yao was slightly stunned, her cheeks flushing bright red as she waved her hands repeatedly: "M-Revered Master! What nonsense are you spouting! I didn't!"

"Still being stubborn," the Palace Master of Penglai said, smiling as she poked her forehead.

"Can't your Revered Master see what's on your mind? Your eyes are practically glued to him."

The surrounding Disciples of Penglai also revealed knowing, ambiguous expressions and covered their mouths to giggle.

"Senior Sister, just say it if you're reluctant to leave. Benefactor Cao is such a great person; we all understand."

"Very well, very well. A daughter who has grown up cannot be kept."

"Young Master Cao has bestowed upon you the grace of a new life; it is only right that you stay by his side to serve him. Go, go, don't keep such a long Face in front of your Revered Master!"

With that, the Palace Master of Penglai dragged Mo Yao onto the Great Yan Flying Boat without giving her a chance to argue.

She pushed her directly into Cao Kun's embrace.

"Young Master Cao, although my Disciple's personality is a bit impulsive, she is pure at heart."

"Since she cannot bear to part with you, I will thicken my skin and entrust her to you."

"From now on, Yao'er will remain by your side to pour tea, fetch water, and make the bed."

"If she does anything poorly, Young Master, feel free to punish or scold her; the Penglai Immortal Palace will have no complaints!"

Mo Yao was completely stunned.

She stumbled from her Revered Master's push and crashed into Cao Kun's broad, solid chest.

Smelling the Chaos Qi emanating from Cao Kun, her mind went blank.

Just like that... she had been sold out by her Revered Master?!

And it was the kind where her Revered Master actively threw her at him, even allowing him to punish or scold her as he pleased?!

Cao Kun took the opportunity to wrap his arm around Mo Yao's supple, slender waist, leaned in close to her flushed ear with a wicked smile, and teased her softly.

"Did you hear that, Little Eleven?"

"Your Revered Master has personally given the word, telling you to stay and pour tea, fetch water, and make the bed for me."

Cao Kun's fingers mischievously grazed her lower back.

"Ngh..."

This deadly sensation instantly ignited the longing she had suppressed for days, causing her to go limp as if struck by lightning.

A sweet, soft moan uncontrollably escaped from her throat.

"Tonight, your husband will properly test whether your skills in making the bed are up to standard."

Mo Yao wanted to push Cao Kun away in shame and anger.

But because of the disparity in their strength, she couldn't break free at all.

The Palace Master of Penglai watched her Disciple's coy, half-resisting appearance.

With a Face full of gratification, she delivered one final, divine assist:

"Yao'er, you must be obedient while staying by Young Master Cao's side. Do not act on your own whims; you must serve him well!"

"Your Revered Master will be waiting for your good news at the Penglai Immortal Palace!"

The surrounding big shots of the Central Plains heard this, and their back teeth clattered with grinding.

Each of them beat their chests and stomped their feet in their hearts, inwardly cursing the Palace Master of Penglai for being an old fox with no shame.

To think she would actually disregard the Sect's Face, relying on the fact that her Disciple had been saved, to force a sale like this.

Using the guise of repaying a debt to stuff the future Palace Revered Master over as a bed-warming maid!

This was simply the highest Realm of investment in the cultivation world!

The Old Ancestors exchanged glances, a tacit understanding forming in their hearts.

Once they returned, they would immediately take stock of their assets and pack up the most beautiful Saintesses and the most alluring Elders in their Sects.

They would send them to the Great Yan Imperial Palace overnight to line up!

Whether it was as a bed-warming maid or to pour tea and fetch water, as long as they could stay by Young Master Cao's side...

That would be like "one person attains the Dao, and their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven"!

Beside them, Empress Yue Chan watched Cao Kun pulling and tugging at Mo Yao in public, and her jar of jealousy completely tipped over.

She had thought that once Cao Kun finished dealing with the external enemies, he would come back to properly comfort her, his legitimate Empress wife.

But this scumbag, instead, turned around and hugged another woman, and even flirted in front of all the big shots of the Central Plains!

Empress Yue Chan kept a cold, pretty Face and directly assumed the airs of the Empress of Great Yan.

She coldly announced to the surrounding old monsters who were still trying to push their own female Disciples forward.

"The Great Yan Flying Boat is departing for the capital immediately! All idlers, stand back!"

Although the big shots of the Central Plains were disappointed, they dared not anger this favorite person by the Son of the Plane's side, so they could only cup their hands and retreat.

"Respectfully send off Young Master Cao!"

"Respectfully send off the Empress!"

Following Empress Yue Chan's command.

Boom!

With her command, the massive dragon-patterned flying boat tore through the Void Realm and turned into a streak of light, fleeing away.

Leaving behind a crowd of envious, jealous, and hateful big shots, left in disarray in the wind.

...

As soon as the Flying Boat entered the Void Realm orbit, Empress Yue Chan waved her jade hand and activated the Formation on the deck.

A thick layer of golden light descended to cover it.

It completely isolated the external gales and Divine Sense probes.

With no outsiders watching, Mo Yao's sense of shame completely gave way.

Her Face flushed, and she struggled desperately in Cao Kun's arms, cursing stubbornly.

"You pervert! Let me go! My Revered Master was just being polite; don't push your luck!"

Cao Kun not only didn't let go, but his hand wandered restlessly along her tight waistline, his fingertips lightly grazing her soft flesh.

"Oh my, how can you call that being polite?"

He looked shameless, lowering his head to look at Mo Yao's puffed-up cheeks.

"Your Revered Master sold you to me; her word is gold, and hundreds of old monsters from the Central Plains heard it."

"Now that you are my legitimate personal maid, can you run away?"