501: Chapter 501 Husband

A private room in Baixian Tower.

Qin Wushang and Chu Yuehua slowly walked inside.

Once the room's Formation was activated, all outside prying was cut off; not even a shred of spiritual sense could penetrate it.

"Rebellious Disciple! Are you satisfied now?"

Chu Yuehua suddenly spoke, letting go of his hand.

"Revered Master! I don't know what you mean by that."

Qin Wushang said in a low voice, a faint smile hidden in the depths of his eyes.

"Hmph! Toying with women! This is the consequence!"

Chu Yuehua turned around, her tone cold as she lightly flicked her sleeves.

"If not for me, you would have been carved up by them by now. Your harem would be in flames, leaving not even a scrap of bone behind."

Her words were thick with jealousy.

She slowly walked to the window and pushed open the carved lattice, overlooking the entirety of Baixian City.

As dusk deepened, the city lights began to flicker on, thousands of lights converging into a river of stars; the scenery was exquisite.

This private room was one she had booked herself, not the cheap guest rooms provided for free to Lower Realm Cultivators by the Immortal Lord.

Thus, the location was excellent and the view expansive; even the breeze blowing in carried the sweet fragrance of immortal Spiritual Qi.

Qin Wushang gazed at her back as she stood by the window.

Her white dress was like snow and her black hair like a waterfall; her waist was slender yet possessed a curvaceous fullness.

That silhouette was cold and noble, like an unsheathed longsword, keeping people a thousand miles away.

Yet, he couldn't help but want to reach out and hold her.

"Then... should I repay Revered Master for saving my life?"

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

His hands overlapped in front of her lower abdomen; beneath his palms, through the thin fabric, he could feel her warmth and the slight tension of her waistline.

Chu Yuehua's body stiffened.

His chest pressed against her back, and his burning breath seeped through her robes like an unquenchable fire, making her tremble slightly from the heat.

And her perky, beautiful buttocks happened to rest right against his waist and abdomen; this posture...

It was too close.

"You Rebellious Disciple, you're up to no good."

She gave a cold snort and twisted her waist, attempting to break free.

The movement was actually very light; rather than resistance, it seemed more like...

An inadvertent flirtation.

As her full curves brushed against him, Qin Wushang's throat tightened, and he pulled his arms even closer.

His chin rested in the crook of her shoulder, his nose almost touching her earlobe.

"Isn't this what Revered Master wanted?"

He smirked and blew a soft breath into her ear.

The warm breath swept across her ear, causing Chu Yuehua's body to freeze; the tip of her ear turned visibly crimson, and even her fair neck flushed with a faint pink.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and a flash of panic appeared in her eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by coldness.

"You Rebellious Disciple, you're becoming more and more presumptuous."

She scolded him in a low voice and raised her hand to push him away.

But Qin Wushang didn't give her the chance.

With one hand, he pinned her wrist, firmly gripping the slender bone in his palm, while his other hand turned her by the shoulder, forcing her whole body around.

With that turn, Chu Yuehua's back hit the window frame, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

Her breath hitched slightly as she looked up into those deep eyes.

There was a light in the Rebellious Disciple's eyes, dark and heavy like a long-suppressed abyss; now, a crack finally appeared, and burning emotions surged out, making her heart skip a beat.

It was full of love!

"Rebellious Disciple! You..."

She had just opened her mouth when her words were swallowed.

Qin Wushang leaned down, one hand pinning her lower back as he pressed her firmly into his embrace, and lowered his head to kiss her.

It was domineering, forceful, and left no room for escape.

The moment their lips met, Chu Yuehua's mind went blank.

She instinctively raised her hand against his chest to push him away, but for some reason, the strength in her palm softened.

It was like punching cotton; she couldn't exert any force at all.

His kiss carried a scorching heat, his burning tongue tracing the lines of her lips.

He was like a general conquering territory—seemingly unhurried, yet feeling like he was closing in with every step.

Chu Yuehua was pressed against the window by him, her waist against the lattice.

Behind her were the city lights, and before her was his burning chest; it felt as if only his scent remained between heaven and earth.

Her eyelashes trembled violently, and her fingers gripped the lapel of his robe, but the strength was so light it felt like a caress.

She wanted to turn her head away, but his palm had already cupped the back of her head, his long fingers sliding into her hair, locking her firmly in place with nowhere to run.

"Mmm..."

A soft moan escaped her lips, as quiet as a mosquito's buzz.

The base of Chu Yuehua's ears burned crimson, the flush spreading from the tips of her ears all the way to her neck, even tinting her collarbones a faint pink.

Her knees began to weaken, and her body unconsciously leaned forward into his embrace.

"Mmm... Rebellious Disciple, you're becoming more and more outrageous."

Sensing her change, Qin Wushang's kiss slowed down, no longer so aggressive but becoming lingering and tender.

He kissed her lips bit by bit, as if tasting the most precious nectar in the world.

His tongue swept across the corners of her trembling lips, gently prying open her teeth.

Chu Yuehua's eyelashes shuddered.

It was as if some incredible switch had been flipped; her entire body almost went limp.

Her fingers tightened on his lapel; that Dao Heart, which had been calm and stable for centuries, now felt as if it were being toyed with in someone's palm, beating fast and erratically.

Her heart was about to leap into her throat!

Outside the window, the evening breeze blew by, fluttering her skirt and tangling it with his robes until they were indistinguishable.

After a long time, Qin Wushang finally released her.

As their lips separated, a thin silver thread stretched between them, shimmering in the dim lamplight.

He looked down at the Revered Master in his arms.

Her lips were slightly swollen from his kiss, glistening with moisture, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a faint red.

Those eyes, usually cold and emotionless, now seemed shrouded in mist, hazy and soft.

There wasn't a shred of the Empress Revered Master's majesty left.

"Revered Master."

He called her in a low, hoarse voice.

Then, his thumb gently caressed her burning cheek, his tone carrying a hint of mischief.

"Are you satisfied with my repayment?"

Chu Yuehua's eyes flickered as she looked at the face so close to hers, her heart beating like a drum.

After a moment, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped his chest.

The force wasn't great.

"You Rebellious Disciple."

She bit her lip, her voice slightly breathless as she tried her best to maintain her cold tone.

"Who gave you permission to kiss me?"

Her beautiful eyes rolled as she gave him a look, unexpectedly cute.

Qin Wushang caught the hand she had slapped against his chest, lowered his head to kiss her fingertips, and looked up at her with a burning gaze.

"If Revered Master didn't allow it, why didn't you push me away just now?"

Chu Yuehua: "..."

Her mouth opened slightly to retort, but facing those smiling eyes, the words turned into silence and she swallowed them back.

Outside, the lights of Baixian City lit up one by one, reflecting on her profile and leaving her blush with nowhere to hide.

She turned her head away, no longer looking at him, her ears so red they looked ready to bleed.

"...Rebellious Disciple."

Those were the only two words she managed to utter in the end.

"Revered Master! You're always so dishonest with your feelings!"

Qin Wushang chuckled and reached out, pulling her into his embrace once more.

This time he held her even tighter, as if trying to merge her into his very bones and blood.

Chu Yuehua's back hit his chest; she could feel the scorching heat even through the fabric.

Out of all the women, in the end, the one he loved most was still Chu Yuehua.

This, he admitted.

From the trash abandoned by his Family back then to the Prodigy now famous throughout the Immortal Realm...

He had seen many brilliant and talented women, but the deepest place in his heart always belonged to Chu Yuehua.

Her coldness, her pride, and that deeply hidden tenderness in her eyes—they all belonged solely to him.

Chu Yuehua fell silent again: "..."

She didn't push him away.

This silence was a form of indulgence in itself.

Qin Wushang gave a low laugh, his chin resting in the crook of her shoulder again, his nose brushing against her loose hair as he inhaled the faint, cold fragrance from her body.

His hands began to grow restless.

First, he placed them on her waist, his fingertips drawing light circles through the fabric, then slowly moving up and down, wandering everywhere...

"You Rebellious Disciple... what bad things are you thinking of now?"

Chu Yuehua stiffened and raised her hand to stop his misbehaving hand.

She tried to push him away and turn around, but Qin Wushang wouldn't let her, his arms tightening around her.

"Even Bingyun calls me husband now."

He whispered in her ear, his voice lazy.

"Revered Master... no... Yuehua, shouldn't you change how you address me?"

Hearing the name "Yuehua," Chu Yuehua's breath clearly hitched.

For thousands of years, no one had dared to call her by her name.

But this Rebellious Disciple was something else, calling her Yuehua so softly and gently, as if calling his own little wife.

"Hmph! You certainly have high hopes!"

She snorted coldly, her tone harsh, though her ears were impossibly red.

"All the good things in the world should just fall into your lap, shouldn't they?"

Saying this, she raised her foot and gave Qin Wushang's foot a light stomp.

"Hiss!"

Qin Wushang sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Is Revered Master lashing out in embarrassment?"

"Shut up."

Chu Yuehua said coldly, stomping on him again.

This time the force was even lighter; rather than a stomp, it was more of a nudge.

Qin Wushang didn't move, looking down at her foot resting on his shoe.

Her feet were small, and her legs were as beautiful as ever.

"Since Revered Master doesn't like my service, then I'll leave right now."

He suddenly let go and took half a step back.

"I'll go find my wife!"

As he spoke, he turned and headed for the door of the private room.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

No movement from behind.

Qin Wushang's eyebrows quirked slightly; he didn't stop, his hand already on the door frame.

"Stop."

Qin Wushang turned to leave, his hand already on the door frame.

Chu Yuehua's voice came from behind him.

Qin Wushang stopped, turned back, and his lips curled up slightly.

Gotcha!

Stinky Revered Master, I've got you right where I want you!

"Does Revered Master have something else?"

Chu Yuehua stood by the window, moonlight and lamplight intertwining upon her, making her white-clad figure look cold and noble.

She tilted her chin up slightly, her gaze falling upon his face from above, like an Empress overlooking all living beings while scrutinizing her subject.

"Come here."

She spoke like a proud monarch.

"Attend to me."

Two words, crisp and natural.

"Revered Master! I don't understand... if there's nothing else, I'll be heading back."

Qin Wushang lowered his head, his voice flat, standing still.

"Come here..."

After Chu Yuehua spoke, she turned around, leaving him with a cold silhouette.

The room was silent for a moment.

There was no movement behind her.

She waited for a while before finally being unable to resist speaking, her voice carrying a trace of anger.

"Do you really have to torment me so?"

Qin Wushang still kept his eyes downcast, his tone flat.

"Revered Master, you said you would let my cultivation progress... but with this attitude of yours, how can I possibly improve?"

The implication was clearly that he found her not soft or obedient enough.

Chu Yuehua's back was to him, her chest heaving slightly.

The lamplight cast her profile onto the window lattice; her slender silhouette was pulled tight, like a string that could snap at any moment.

After a long while, she finally spoke.

"...Husband."

After a pause, she added another sentence, her voice filled with a mix of resignation, shyness, and irritation.

"Hurry... hurry up and come keep me company..."

Before she could finish, Qin Wushang had already stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly without a gap.

Then, his hand directly covered the softness of her chest...

With a sudden tear, a patch of snowy white was revealed.