Chapter 158 The Master's Overbearing Protectiveness

These words were clear, organized, and well-reasoned.

"Nonsense! What evidence do you have?!" Zhao Wuji roared.

"Evidence?"

Su Ye sneered and gave a casual wave of his hand.

Swoosh—!

Over a dozen Storage Pouches filled with top-grade spiritual materials and high-rank Magical Artifacts fell into the center of the hall like rain.

Dense Spiritual Qi instantly filled the entire hall.

"These are the opportunities my Purple Bamboo Peak risked our lives to bring back from the Azure Dragon Ancient Tomb."

Su Ye flicked his wide sleeve and said loudly, "This Disciple knows the Sect did not find it easy to nurture us. I am willing to donate spiritual materials worth fifty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones to the Sect treasury for free!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The eyes of several neutral Elders, who had originally intended to speak for Taiqing Peak, instantly lit up.

Resources worth fifty thousand Spirit Stones!

That was no small sum!

"This Su Ye is truly sensible and loyal to our Primordial Origin Holy Land!" Elder Wang, who was in charge of the treasury, immediately stroked his beard and praised.

"Indeed! Those Taiqing Peak Disciples were always overbearing in the past; dying in the Ancient Tomb was likely their own fault," another Elder chimed in.

The tide turned instantly.

In the world of immortal cultivation, interests were paramount!

Watching this scene, Li Daoran was so angry he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Good, very good!"

Mysterious Mechanism Master nodded with satisfaction. "Although Su Ye acted somewhat decisively, it was to protect his fellow Disciples, and he has rendered great service to the Sect. This matter ends here; let it not be mentioned again!"

"Sect Master!" Li Daoran still wanted to speak.

Clang—!

A crisp sword hum rang out.

In Leng Yueli's hand, an ice-blue longsword radiating an aura of extreme cold appeared out of nowhere.

"Li Daoran, if you dare utter another noisy word, I will send you to reunite with your Disciples right now." Leng Yueli pointed the tip of her sword directly at Li Daoran, her killing intent chilling.

Li Daoran's face turned pale. He gritted his teeth hard and finally lowered his head in humiliation.

"Let's go!"

He flicked his sleeve and led Zhao Wuji and the others away from the hall in disgrace.

A Sect disturbance was easily resolved by Su Ye's sugar-coated bullets and Leng Yueli's absolute military force.

...

Night fell.

Inside the dining hall behind the main hall of Purple Bamboo Peak.

Spiritual lamps hung high, and a rich fragrance filled the air.

The long red sandalwood table was covered with spiritual food carefully prepared by Qin Yurou.

Steamed Spiritual-Tail Chicken, Braised Jade-Bone Pig Trotters, squirrel mandarin fish...

Leng Yueli sat in the head seat, having returned to her noble, cold, and ethereal Fairy appearance.

Su Ye sat on her left.

On the right were Jiang Wanyin, Lin Qingzhu, and Qin Yurou.

"Revered Master, please try this piece of Spiritual-Tail Chicken. It's Senior Brother's favorite."

Jiang Wanyin had specifically changed into a fiery red, low-cut long dress today. She charmingly picked up a piece of chicken and respectfully placed it in Leng Yueli's bowl.

"Mm, you are thoughtful."

Leng Yueli nodded slightly, her voice as cold as a spring.

"Revered Master, this pig trotter contains rich blood-qi power, which is excellent for nourishing the Meridians. Please taste it, Revered Master." Lin Qingzhu was not to be outdone, picking up a trotter and offering it.

Before their Revered Master, the Disciples were extremely well-behaved, not daring to be the least bit presumptuous.

In their hearts, their Revered Master was an inviolable deity.

However.

They had no idea what a heart-pounding scene was currently unfolding beneath this wide red sandalwood table.

On the surface, Su Ye wore a smile as he slowly sipped his spiritual wine.

But under the table, his right foot had already quietly reached over, pushing aside the layers of Leng Yueli's purple palace dress.

Then, it slowly slid upward along that long, straight jade leg wrapped in white silk.

Clack.

The jade chopsticks in Leng Yueli's hand trembled slightly, nearly falling onto the table.

An almost imperceptible blush instantly flashed across her world-transcendingly cold and beautiful face.

She suddenly turned her head and glared at Su Ye with a gaze that was thirty percent anger and seventy percent panic.

(Rebellious Disciple! Are you crazy! What if Wanyin and the others see!)

Leng Yueli sent a Divine Sense transmission to Su Ye, her voice carrying a hint of a tremor.

(Revered Master protected this Disciple so overbearingly in the hall today; this Disciple is merely thanking Revered Master.)

Su Ye remained calm on the surface, even putting a piece of fish into his mouth, but his toes under the table became even more unscrupulous, gently hooking around Leng Yueli's ankle.

(You... what kind of thanks is this! Take your foot away quickly!)

Leng Yueli's transmission was somewhat hurried, and her jade leg under the table tried desperately to dodge.

But she didn't dare make too large a movement for fear of attracting the attention of her three Disciples. She could only sit stiffly in her seat, silently enduring Su Ye's highly provocative actions.

"Revered Master, what's wrong? Your face seems a bit red?"

Qin Yurou, who had been paying close attention to Leng Yueli, suddenly blinked her large eyes and asked in confusion.

As soon as these words were spoken.

Jiang Wanyin and Lin Qingzhu also looked over in unison.

"Ah... it is nothing."

Leng Yueli's delicate body trembled in fright. She forced herself to maintain a cold and majestic appearance. "Perhaps the Spiritual Qi in this Spiritual-Tail Chicken is a bit restless. I was just refining the Spiritual Qi."

"So that's it. Then Revered Master should drink more Heart-Clearing Tea." Jiang Wanyin didn't doubt her and hurriedly poured tea.

"Yeer."

Leng Yueli really couldn't take it anymore. She turned to look at Su Ye, her tone cold, while her hand under the table had already quietly reached over and given Su Ye's thigh a hard pinch.

"I have finished eating. Follow me to the back mountain; I want to... properly examine your Cultivation Technique!"

She emphasized the word "examine" very heavily.

"Yes, Revered Master."

Su Ye finally withdrew his foot and stood up. Looking at the forced composure of Leng Yueli, a successful smile flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Junior Sisters, please enjoy your meal. I will be back soon."

Watching the two figures depart.

Jiang Wanyin bit her red lip, her eyes full of envy. "Sigh, Revered Master is really too partial to Senior Brother, even personally guiding his cultivation at night."

"That is because Senior Brother has exceptional talent. If you had such ability, Revered Master would guide you too," Lin Qingzhu countered coldly.

"You flat-chest, who are you saying has no ability? Believe it or not, I'll burn your broken sword right now!"

"Come then! Let's see who cuts whom!"

In the dining hall, the daily Shura Field of ice and fire played out once again.

And at that moment.

Inside the hot spring Forbidden Ground in the back mountain's purple bamboo forest.

Just as Su Ye stepped into the Formation.

A terrifying suction force suddenly surged.

With a "thud," he was pressed heavily against the white jade stone wall.

Leng Yueli's eyes were filled with spring, her face flushed red. She had completely discarded her icy Peak Revered Master disguise and pounced like a maddened lioness.

"Rebellious Disciple! You dared to trifle with your Revered Master at the dinner table; see how I deal with you tonight!"

She grabbed Su Ye's collar, and her red lips, carrying the faint scent of violets, pressed down unceremoniously.

Su Ye took the Opportunity to wrap his arms around her slender waist, turning the tables.

"Revered Master, you were the one who started this."

The night grew deeper.

Inside the Forbidden Ground hot spring of Purple Bamboo Peak, the water rippled, and the spring scene was boundless.

This soft rice, eaten clean, was truly fragrant.

In the back mountain of Purple Bamboo Peak, spiritual mist swirled.

The hot spring water was isolated from the external cold by a Formation, and several crystalline purple bamboo leaves floated on the surface.

Two hours later, the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased.

The water rippled gently, and the room's charm and madness were entirely hidden within the dense spiritual mist.

Leng Yueli leaned weakly against the hot spring wall. That peerless icy face that usually awed the Primordial Origin Holy Land was now covered in an intoxicating flush.

Those jade hands of hers, which could easily shatter the Void Realm, were now resting limply against Su Ye's chest.

"Yeer... you Rebellious Disciple, what kind of domineering Cultivation Technique are you practicing..."

Leng Yueli panted slightly, her voice so soft and sweet it seemed it could drip water. Where was there even a hint of the majesty of a Ninth Heaven of Tribulation Crossing Realm powerhouse?

Su Ye chuckled and rested his chin on her smooth, jade-like forehead.

"Revered Master, this is the 'Taichu Yin Yang Harmony Art' I created myself, specifically designed to counter icy Fairies like you who are cold on the outside but hot on the inside."

"Bah, no decency."

Leng Yueli gave him a flirtatious glare but didn't push him away. Instead, she snuggled closer into that warm embrace.

"What happened under the table in the dining hall today must never happen again!"

She suddenly remembered something and looked up, a hint of lingering fear in her eyes. "If Wanyin, Qing Zhu, and the others saw any clues, how... how would I continue to be this Peak Revered Master?"

The number one powerhouse of the Primordial Origin Holy Land, the Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak, had actually been eaten clean by her own eldest Disciple right under everyone's noses.

If this matter got out, the entire Eastern Desolation cultivation world would likely suffer a massive earthquake!

"Rest assured, Revered Master, I always do things flawlessly."

Su Ye's fingertips gently wound around a lock of her damp hair. "Besides, I absolutely loved the way Revered Master was so domineering in protecting her husband in the hall today."

"Who... who was protecting her husband! I was protecting my own!"

Leng Yueli wanted to bite him in her shame, but seeing Su Ye's handsome and gentle face, it ultimately turned into a deep kiss.

"Yeer, although I have accepted your feelings, you must remember this."

After a long time, their lips parted, and Leng Yueli's expression gradually became serious.

"In front of those three girls, you and I must maintain the etiquette of Revered Master and Disciple and never overstep. They are sensitive, especially Qing Zhu, who practices the Heartless Sword Dao. If her state of mind is damaged, the consequences would be unthinkable."

"I understand. An underground romance is quite exciting anyway." A wicked smile curled at the corner of Su Ye's mouth.

"You..."

Leng Yueli sighed helplessly, then circulated the vast, sea-like Tribulation Transcendence Realm Spiritual Qi within her body.

Splash—

Water splashed everywhere, and a brand new purple Flowing Cloud palace dress instantly draped over her graceful body.

In the blink of an eye, the shy and weak little woman vanished.

In her place was that cold, inviolable, and high-and-mighty icy Revered Master.

"It is late. Get dressed quickly and get back to your room!"

Leng Yueli glanced at him coldly. Had he not seen the lingering blush on the tips of her ears, Su Ye would hardly have believed this was the same woman who had been enjoying herself in his arms just now.

"Yes, Revered Master!"

Su Ye quickly put on his moon-white True Disciple robes and, before Leng Yueli could lose her temper, turned into a streak of light and quietly slipped back to his courtyard.

...

The next morning.

A sliver of white appeared in the east, and the Spiritual Qi on Purple Bamboo Peak was as fresh as morning dew.

Su Ye sat cross-legged on his bed, completed a full cycle of cultivation, and exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling refreshed.

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"Eating this 'soft rice' really makes my cultivation soar!"

He stretched his limbs and just pushed open the door.

"Creeeak—"

As soon as the door opened a crack, three distinct yet equally hair-raising auras instantly locked onto him!

The smile on Su Ye's face instantly froze.

In the courtyard, his three Junior Sisters were arranged in a triangle Formation, firmly blocking the doorway.

"Senior Brother, you're awake!"

On the left, Jiang Wanyin was wearing a form-fitting crimson leather armor, which outlined her proud and fiery figure to perfection.

In her hands, she held an exquisite purple sandalwood box, inside which lay a red Medicinal Pill emitting a rich, fragrant scent.

"Senior Brother, this is the 'Blazing Sun Heart Protection Pill' I refined overnight, it's a Profound Rank Supreme Grade! It's of great benefit to your cultivation. Open your mouth, Junior Sister will feed you!"

Jiang Wanyin said coquettishly, deliberately puffing out her chest, and that breathtaking flash of snow-white skin made Su Ye feel a bit dizzy.

"Vixen, stop putting on such a show here."

On the right, a cold, bone-chilling voice suddenly rang out.

Lin Qingzhu was dressed in white as snow, holding that half-section bronze immortal sword in her arms, looking like an eternal, frozen ice lotus.

She didn't even glance at Jiang Wanyin, but stared straight at Su Ye.

"Senior Brother, Qing Zhu comprehended a trace of immortal Sword Intent in the Sword Pond last night and has come specifically to ask for Senior Brother's guidance."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and a crystal-clear, extremely cold ice lotus floated into Su Ye's hand.

"This is a thousand-year-old snow spirit ganoderma; it clears the heart and improves vision, far better than the useless pills refined by some people."

"You flat-chested dead girl, who are you calling a useless pill?!" Jiang Wanyin instantly bristled, and the violent aura of her Top-grade Fire Spirit Root erupted.

"I'm talking about whoever answers." Lin Qingzhu did not back down at all; her Sword Intent soared to the sky, and the surrounding temperature instantly dropped to freezing point.

The collision of ice and fire caused the Spiritual Qi in the entire small courtyard to begin to fluctuate violently.

"Stop, stop, stop! Everyone, cut it out!"

Just as the two were about to fight, a crisp, delicate shout interrupted them.

Qin Yuruo came running over, panting, carrying a black iron frying pan larger than herself.

Inside the pot, there was actually a full pot of Eight Treasure Spirit Porridge, emitting seven-colored rays of light.

"Senior Brother, don't pay attention to them! This 'Seven-Colored Glazed Porridge' of mine was brewed with high-grade spiritual ingredients worth a full one hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

Qin Yuruo's big eyes were sparkling, and she looked at Su Ye with a face full of greed.

"Eating this pot of porridge can not only prolong your life but also make you immune to all poisons! Senior Brother, considering our friendship, I'll give you a ten percent discount; it's only ninety thousand Spirit Stones!"

Su Ye looked at the chaotic shura field before him and only felt a splitting headache.

These three girls were even more troublesome than the demonic cultivators in the Azure Dragon Ancient Tomb!

"Alright, stop causing trouble!"

Su Ye put on the dignity of a Senior Brother, straightened his face, and snorted coldly.

Just as he was about to scold them, suddenly, Jiang Wanyin, as if she had discovered a new world, lunged toward Su Ye's neck.

Her delicate nose twitched slightly, and her originally charming face instantly darkened.

"Senior Brother..."

Jiang Wanyin narrowed her long, peach-blossom eyes, her tone filled with a hint of dangerous probing, "Why is there a faint scent of violets on you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence!

Lin Qingzhu suddenly raised her head, her cold eyes locking onto Su Ye, and the bronze immortal sword in her hand let out a "hum" of protest.

Qin Yuruo also put down the frying pan, her Nine-Orifice Exquisite Heart beating slightly, her big eyes filled with suspicion.

The scent of violets!

In the entire Primordial Origin Holy Land, who didn't know this was the unique body scent of their Revered Master, Leng Yueli?!

Su Ye's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no! He had stayed too long in the hot spring last night; even though he had cleaned himself with spiritual power, a trace of his Revered Master's scent still remained!

Cold sweat instantly soaked Su Ye's back.

(Calm down! The more it is like this, the calmer you must be!)

Su Ye took a deep breath. His expression showed no flaws; instead, he revealed an extremely displeased look.

"Nonsense!"

He flicked his sleeves violently and shouted sternly, "The 'Taichu Purple Qi Art' that Revered Master Cultivates has reached the Transcendent realm; every blade of grass and tree can be imbued with her Dao rhyme. As the first Disciple of Purple Bamboo Peak, I spent the whole night cultivating under Revered Master's guidance. What is strange about being stained with a trace of Dao rhyme fragrance?"

"You don't think about making progress all day, yet you have the mind to sniff out women here? It's simply ridiculous!"

These words were spoken with great impact and righteousness.

The three girls, who were originally full of suspicion, were instantly stunned.

"Ah... so that's how it is..."

Jiang Wanyin shrank her neck guiltily, the vigilance in her eyes turning into heartache, "Senior Brother, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. You must have worked very hard cultivating last night, right?"

"Senior Brother is diligent; Qing Zhu is ashamed of being inferior." Lin Qingzhu also lowered her head slightly, the coldness in her eyes dissipating, replaced by deep admiration.

Qin Yuruo, holding the pot, said timidly: "Senior Brother, then this pot of porridge... can I give you a twenty percent discount?"

Watching the three Junior Sisters who had been successfully fooled by him, Su Ye let out a long sigh of relief.

Being a Senior Brother like this is truly dancing on the edge of a knife!

Just then.

"Hum—!"

An extremely cold, vast, and terrifying pressure suddenly descended over Purple Bamboo Peak.

The temperature in the courtyard instantly dropped to freezing.

Jiang Wanyin and the others' expressions changed slightly; they hurriedly restrained their auras, stood in a respectful row, and bowed deeply toward the void.

"Disciples pay respects to Revered Master!"

Ripples appeared in the void, and Leng Yueli, in her signature purple palace attire, stepped out of the air like a goddess from the Nine Heavens, slowly landing in the courtyard.

Her stunningly beautiful face was as cold as ice and frost, her eyes deep as an abyss, and she radiated an extreme chill that kept strangers at bay.

The flawless demeanor of a Tribulation Transcendence Realm powerhouse!

Su Ye also hurriedly pretended to bow and salute: "Disciple pays respects to Revered Master."

Leng Yueli's cold gaze slowly swept over the four people present.

When her line of sight fell on Su Ye, a hint of panic and annoyance flashed imperceptibly in the depths of her eyes.

She had heard every word of Su Ye fooling the three girls while she was in the void just now!

What "cultivated all night and was stained with Dao rhyme"?

It was clearly this Rebellious Disciple who had been gnawing on her endlessly last night, rubbing the scent onto himself!

(Rebellious Disciple! Your mouth is getting better and better at lying!)

A cold, secret message, with a hint of gnashing teeth, suddenly sounded in Su Ye's mind.

Su Ye's expression did not change, and he replied via Divine Sense.

(Revered Master's teaching is correct; if Disciple didn't have a glib tongue, how could I have made Revered Master so... last night?)

(Shut up!!)

Leng Yueli's secret message instantly rose by eight octaves, her tone filled with obvious shame and anger.

If one looked closely, one could even see a faint pinkish hue rising on the crystal-clear earlobes of this ice-mountain Peak Revered Master.

But to outsiders, Leng Yueli was still the cold, majestic Revered Master.

"The three of you, gathering in Yeer's courtyard early in the morning, making such a racket, what kind of decorum is this?" Leng Yueli forced down the agitation in her heart and looked coldly at Jiang Wanyin and the other two.

"Revered Master, please calm your anger!"

Jiang Wanyin shivered in fear and hurriedly raised the brocade box in her hand above her head.

"Disciple... Disciple just wanted to express gratitude for Senior Brother's protection in the Ancient Tomb, so I came specifically to present the Medicinal Pill I just refined!"

"Qing Zhu as well." Lin Qingzhu was a woman of few words.

Leng Yueli looked at the three female Disciples who were currying favor with Su Ye in every way, and a subtle emotion called "jealousy" inexplicably arose in her heart.

This was her man!

You three little girls, you want to show off in front of your Revered Master?

"Hmph, fickle Heart-Nature, it is hard to achieve the Great Dao." Leng Yueli snorted coldly and flicked her sleeves, "Yeer is the first Disciple of Purple Bamboo Peak; the Sect will naturally provide his cultivation resources, no need for you to worry!"

"All of you, get out of my sight and go to the Cold Pond behind the mountain to face the wall for three hours, calm your hearts and focus your minds!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the three girls were struck by lightning.

"Ah? Face the wall? Revered Master..." Jiang Wanyin's eyes turned red with grievance.

"What? My words are no longer effective?" Leng Yueli's eyes turned sharp.

"Disciple dares not! Disciple will go now!"

How could the three dare to contradict Leng Yueli in her ice-mountain state? They could only look back at Su Ye every step of the way, reluctantly, turning into three streams of light and flying toward the back mountain.

The courtyard instantly became quiet.

Leng Yueli watched the backs of her three Disciples disappear, and her originally tense shoulders finally relaxed.

In her cold eyes, a trace of guilty panic immediately appeared, and she quickly walked to Su Ye.

"Yeer, you were simply reckless just now! If they discovered the scent on you, how would you and I be able to face anyone?!"

Leng Yueli lowered her voice, and her slender jade fingers pinched Su Ye's waist without mercy.

"Hiss—Revered Master, go easy!"

Su Ye gasped, and took the Opportunity to grab Leng Yueli's soft hand, pulling her into his embrace.

"What are you afraid of? Didn't Revered Master cover it up perfectly?"

Su Ye lowered his head, looking at the stunningly beautiful face close by, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"But Revered Master was even jealous of her own Disciples just now, punishing them directly by making them face the wall; that was truly domineering and cute."

"Nonsense! Who... who is jealous!"

Leng Yueli was poked in her heart, her stunningly beautiful cheeks instantly turning bright red, and she struggled like a frightened little deer.

"Revered Master was... was doing that to train their Heart-Nature! Let go of Revered Master, in broad daylight, what kind of decorum is this!"

"I won't let go."

Su Ye didn't let go; instead, he hugged that slender waist that could be held in one hand even tighter.

Just as the two were being intimate and tugging at each other in the courtyard.

"Whoosh—!"

A golden sound transmission talisman suddenly cut through the sky and stopped steadily outside the defensive Formation of Purple Bamboo Peak.

Leng Yueli's expression changed drastically; she instantly broke free from Su Ye's embrace, her spiritual power surging, and she returned to being that eternal ice mountain once again.

The speed of her face-changing made even Su Ye secretly click his tongue.

"Enter."