Master is naughty

The night was as dark as ink, splashed across the rolling mountains of the Taichu Holy Land.

At the summit of Purple Bamboo Peak, the Cold Jade Palace stood solitary amidst the clouds, like an ice crystal tomb forgotten by the world.

At this moment, the light inside the palace was extremely dim, with only a few night-luminescent pearls embedded in the ceiling emitting a pale and cold glow.

Upon the cloud couch carved from ten-thousand-year-old cold jade, everything was in a state of disarray.

The tattered white gauze dress lay scattered around like withered pear blossoms, a desolate sight where every piece of torn fabric seemed to silently recount the violence that had occurred here not long ago.

Amidst the messy brocade quilts, a graceful yet pathetic figure curled up powerlessly.

Yun Yuzhen.

This Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak, usually high and mighty and revered by ten thousand people, the youngest Great Power of Tribulation Crossing Realm in the Taichu Holy Land, was now like a Phoenix with broken wings, her hair disheveled and her eyes hollow.

Two lines of undried tears still hung at the corners of her eyes, reflecting a heartbreaking luster under the pale pearly light.

"Su... Ye..."

Her dry, pale lips trembled slightly, and the voice she produced was raspy and broken, carrying a hatred that reached deep into her marrow and a sense of disbelief.

The sharp pain coming from her body reminded her at every moment that none of this was a nightmare.

The eldest Disciple she had watched grow up, who was as gentle as jade and respectful and filial, had actually committed such a rebellious and unholy act against her!

"Rebellious Disciple... I will kill you..."

Yun Yuzhen clenched her silver teeth, and in those eyes that were originally as clear as autumn water, a fire of extreme shame and indignation now burned.

She tried to prop up her limp and weak body.

However, just the movement of raising an arm agitated the injuries throughout her body, and a tearing pain instantly swept through her.

"Ugh..."

Yun Yuzhen let out a painful muffled groan and fell heavily back onto the cold jade bed.

Just then.

Hum—!

Within the previously silent Void Realm, golden Formation patterns suddenly lit up one after another.

These Formation patterns were complex and obscure, moving through the air like living things, weaving into a massive net of light that tightly enveloped the entire cloud couch.

Dragon Trapping Formation!

This was the Restriction Su Ye had set up before leaving.

This Formation was a product of the System. Although it was only targeted at the current situation, it utilized the terrain of the Cold Jade Palace itself and, combined with Yun Yuzhen's current total loss of cultivation, it had become a peerless cage for trapping a true dragon.

"A mere Dragon Trapping Formation... also thinks it can trap this seat?!"

A flash of pride crossed Yun Yuzhen's eyes.

She was a peerless powerhouse of the Tribulation Crossing Realm, Tenth Heaven, only one step away from entering the Half-Saint realm, standing at the Peak of this world.

Normally, she could break a Formation of this level with a casual flick of her finger.

Enduring the discomfort in her body, she took a deep breath and tried to communicate with the sea of spiritual power within her.

"Grand Yin True Scripture, rotate!"

She shouted low in her heart.

According to past experience, as the Mind-Cultivation Technique operated, the vast sea of spiritual power in her Dantian should instantly boil and break through all shackles.

However.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths passed.

Within her Dantian Qi Sea, there was still a dead silence.

It was empty, and the Nascent Soul that was originally filled with terrifying spiritual power was now like a withered lotus, dim and without a single ripple of Spiritual Qi.

"How can this be..."

Yun Yuzhen's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

She was unwilling.

She tried once more to mobilize the power of her Divine Soul, wanting to forcibly strike the Seal.

"For this seat... break!!"

A desperate roar escaped her throat, fine beads of cold sweat seeped from her forehead, and her fingers gripped the brocade quilt beneath her so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

Pfft!

A mouthful of crimson blood suddenly sprayed from her mouth, staining the white cold jade in front of her red.

That was the backlash from forcibly trying to circulate her cultivation.

The sharp pain of that moment caused her consciousness to blur for an instant.

She went limp on the bed, gasping for breath as her chest heaved violently; that streak of tragic blood hanging from the corner of her mouth added a bit of Soul-stirring beauty.

Despair.

Like a tide, it surged from all directions, completely submerging her.

Only at this moment did she have to admit a cruel fact—

That Rebellious Disciple had not only taken her purity but had also used some bizarre method to completely Seal her cultivation!

Now, even a Mortal man could easily subdue her.

Not to mention that Su Ye, who possessed terrifying scheming and means.

"Why..."

Two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks again.

Her gaze was somewhat dull as she looked at the cold night-luminescent pearl above her, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back three hundred years.

At that time, she had just taken over the position of Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak.

On a winter day with heavy snow falling, she had picked up an abandoned infant still in swaddling clothes at the foot of the mountain.

The baby was shivering with cold, yet the moment he saw her, he stopped crying and revealed a pure, flawless smile.

That was Su Ye.

She named him "Su Ye," implying awakening in the long night to embrace the light.

She brought him back to Purple Bamboo Peak, accepted him as her first Disciple, and taught him with great care.

It could be said that Su Ye was the person closest to her in this world; she treated him as her own and poured all her heart and expectations into him.

"Revered Master, these are spiritual fruits I picked from the back mountain, specially saved for you."

"Revered Master, the wind is strong outside; I'll put a cloak on you."

"Revered Master, if anyone dares to bully you, I will definitely risk my life to protect you!"

The youth's crisp voice seemed to still echo in her ears.

That youth who always followed behind her with clear eyes and a warm smile, that gentle gentleman praised by everyone in the Taichu Holy Land... how could he have become like this today?

"Hehe..."

Yun Yuzhen suddenly started laughing.

The laughter was desolate and full of self-mockery.

"Nurturing a tiger to invite calamity... truly nurturing a tiger to invite calamity..."

"Yun Yuzhen, you have cultivated the Dao for three hundred years and pride yourself on seeing through the world's various states, yet you couldn't even see through the wild ambitions of the person closest to you."

"You are the biggest joke in the Taichu Holy Land!"

She closed her eyes tightly, her mind constantly flashing with Su Ye's face that had become distorted and full of desire, as well as the frantic words he spoke while ravaging her.

Revered Master, you are too beautiful...』

Revered Master, since your Cold Poison is acting up and causing you immense pain, then I shall help you detoxify!』

Revered Master, from now on, you can only belong to me alone!』

Every word was like a red-hot branding iron, searing deep into her Soul.

A Rebellious Disciple who assaults his Revered Master!

This was a crime in the cultivation world sufficient to make one reviled for ten thousand years and never to be reincarnated.

How did he dare?

How did he dare?!

Just as Yun Yuzhen was immersed in endless pain and regret, a strange sensation suddenly caught her attention.

It was already late at night.

According to the usual pattern, this was exactly the time when the "taiyin cold poison" in her body acted up most violently.

For three hundred years, every full moon night or at the midnight hour, that extreme cold pain that reached into her marrow would arrive as scheduled.

That feeling was like countless ice needles piercing her Meridians, and her blood seemed to freeze into ice.

Even though she was a Great Power of Tribulation Crossing Realm, she could not completely suppress this Cold Poison originating from the Taiyin Sacred Body's Origin.

Every time it acted up, she would have to suffer on the cold jade bed for several hours until dawn broke.

But now... Yun Yuzhen suddenly opened her eyes, a flash of uncertainty crossing them.

"What's going on?"

She subconsciously sensed her own body.

Although her cultivation was sealed, her Meridians were withered, and her body had suffered unspeakable trauma.

But... that familiar torture of Cold Poison that made her wish she were dead had actually... lessened?

Not only had it not erupted like usual, but there was even a warm air current remaining within her limbs and bones.

Although this air current was weak, it was exceptionally domineering, like the morning sun melting snow, slowly and firmly dissolving the Cold Poison that had accumulated in her body for three hundred years.

"This is..."

Yun Yuzhen was stunned.

She clearly felt that the source of this warm current was deep within her lower abdomen.

The Taiyin Sacred Body was of extreme Yin and extreme cold.

Only extreme Yang Qi could harmonize it.

"Could it be..."

An absurd and ironic thought surfaced in Yun Yuzhen's mind.

That Rebellious Disciple wasn't talking nonsense?

He really was... "healing" her?

"No! Impossible!!"

Yun Yuzhen shook her head violently, wanting to throw this thought out of her mind.

This is definitely an excuse!

This is an excuse fabricated by that beast to satisfy his own selfish desires!

However, the body's reaction could not lie.

The cold ailment that had plagued her for three hundred years had, at this moment, actually received unprecedented relief.

She could even feel that if this "healing" continued a few more times, the Cold Poison in her body might even be completely eradicated.

What kind of irony was this?

Her purity, which she cherished as a treasure, was taken by the Disciple she trusted most.

And the price in exchange was actually the dissipation of the Cold Poison she had dreamed of.

"Su Ye..."

Yun Yuzhen bit her lower lip until she tasted blood.

Her mood was complex to the extreme.

Did she hate him?

She hated him to the bone!

But beneath this sky-high hatred, there was also a hint of unspeakable shame and confusion.

The warm current in her body seemed to be a brand left by that Rebellious Disciple, reminding her at every moment that her body had been completely possessed by him and had even... begun to adapt to his aura.

"I would rather die from the Cold Poison attacking my heart than suffer such humiliation!"

A flash of resolve crossed Yun Yuzhen's eyes.

She tremblingly raised her hand, wanting to bite her tongue to commit suicide or shatter her heart's Meridians.

As a Peak Revered Master of the Taichu Holy Land, she had her own pride.

Since she could not resist, she would simply die to wash away this shame.

However.

At the very moment she conceived the will to die.

Hum—!

The Dragon Trapping Formation once again shone brightly.

An invisible force instantly descended, pressing her whole person firmly onto the bed, making even moving a single finger a luxury.

"Wanting to die?"

"Revered Master, your Disciple went to so much effort to save you; how could you die so easily?"

A low, magnetic voice that also carried a hint of coldness abruptly sounded at the palace entrance.

Yun Yuzhen's pupils suddenly contracted, and her heart skipped a beat.

She turned her head in terror, looking toward the door.

She saw that the tightly closed vermilion door had been silently pushed open at some point.

Cold moonlight flooded into the hall like liquid silver.

Within that water-like moonlight, a tall and straight figure stood there quietly.

He was no longer in the snow-white clothes of the day.

At this moment, Su Ye was dressed in ink-black brocade clothes, with a dark red dragon-patterned belt tied around his waist and his long hair casually draped behind him.

Half of his face was hidden in shadow, with only those eyes flashing a Soul-capturing glint in the darkness.

It was the look a hunter gives his prey.

Greedy, domineering, and full of aggression.

Step, step, step...

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Every step seemed to tread upon the tip of Yun Yuzhen's heart.

That familiar Purple Bamboo fragrance approached again, but this fragrance was now mixed with a bloodiness and danger that made her tremble.

"You... don't come over!!"

Yun Yuzhen subconsciously tried to shrink toward the corner of the bed, her voice carrying an undisguisable tremble.

Her usual majesty and coldness had long since vanished before this man who had taken everything from her.

At this moment, she was no longer some Great Power of Tribulation Crossing Realm, but just a weak and helpless woman.

Su Ye acted as if he hadn't heard.

He unhurriedly crossed the hall and walked step by step to the cold jade bed.

He looked down from above at this Revered Master whom he could once only look up to.

Seeing her panicked, deer-like gaze, seeing her delicate body trembling slightly from fear, and seeing that stinging streak of blood at the corner of her mouth.

Su Ye slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers gently stroking Yun Yuzhen's pale and exquisite cheek.

The icy touch made Yun Yuzhen's whole body stiffen, and a layer of fine goosebumps broke out.

"Revered Master, you are being naughty."

The corners of Su Ye's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an extremely wicked smile.

He extended his thumb and, with a gentle yet irresistible motion, wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, then placed the blood-stained finger into his own mouth and sucked it gently.

"The blood of the Taiyin Sacred Body is indeed sweet."

"It seems that your Disciple's 'healing' during the day was not thorough enough; the Cold Poison in Revered Master's body seems to have flared up again."

Su Ye's voice was as gentle as if he were whispering to a lover, but in Yun Yuzhen's ears, it was no different from a demon's sentence.

"Since that's the case..."

The glint in Su Ye's eyes suddenly intensified, and an aura even more terrifying than during the day exploded, instantly filling the entire Cold Jade Palace.

"Then let your Disciple 'treat' you properly once more!"

"The night is still long; let's... take our time."