Chapter 82 This Rebellious Disciple

"Afraid?"

"The word 'afraid' does not exist in the dictionary of Purple Bamboo Peak."

He looked down at the woman on the couch, his voice low and firm.

"Besides..."

A wicked smile curled at the corners of Su Ye's mouth. He suddenly leaned down, bracing his hands on either side of Yun Yuzhen, trapping her in his embrace.

Their noses were barely an inch apart.

Each other's breath was clearly audible.

He could smell the faint, delicate fragrance on her body—the unique scent of the Taiyin Sacred Body, cool as the moon yet carrying a trace of lingering sweetness. Her eyelashes were long, and when they trembled slightly, they looked like two startled butterflies.

"Besides, even if the sky falls, won't Revered Master be there to hold it up?"

"You are a dignified powerhouse of the Tribulation Crossing Realm, Tenth Heaven, with a Taiyin Sacred Body at Major Achievement. A mere few Elders are nothing in your eyes."

Being "kabedon-ed" at such close range by her disciple, a trace of flustered panic actually flashed across Yun Yuzhen's stunningly beautiful face.

Although the two had already crossed that line in their relationship.

This Rebellious Disciple has been getting more and more presumptuous lately!

She could feel the warmth radiating from his chest; that heat seeped through her thin clothes, scorching her heart. His breath brushed against her face, carrying a faint herbal scent—the unique aura of the Supreme Bone. It was this very aura that had saved her when the Cold Poison had flared up back then.

"Presumptuous!"

Yun Yuzhen gave a soft shout, reaching out to push Su Ye away.

But as her palms pressed against Su Ye's chest and felt that powerful heartbeat, they became soft and weak, unable to exert any strength.

That heartbeat went "thump, thump, thump," steady and forceful, like a beating drum. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the power hidden beneath his clothes—a power that had unknowingly grown to a level that even she had to take seriously.

"No respect for Elders! I am your Revered Master!"

"What's wrong with being Revered Master?"

Su Ye not only didn't retreat but pushed his luck further, his forehead gently pressing against Yun Yuzhen's.

Her forehead was slightly cool, carrying the chill of cold jade, yet there was a warm blood-qi flowing beneath the skin. This was a characteristic of the Taiyin Sacred Body: icy on the outside, but containing a blazing vitality within.

"Teacher for a day, wife for a... lifetime?"

"Pah!"

Yun Yuzhen's face flushed crimson, and she spat forcefully.

"Ivory doesn't come out of a dog's mouth!"

"Get off! You're heavy!"

Su Ye chuckled and sat on the edge of the couch, casually grabbing Yun Yuzhen's restless, jade-like foot.

"Revered Master, although your Cold Poison is cured, there is still some stagnation of Grand Yin Qi."

"Your disciple will give you a massage."

As he spoke, he began to knead and rub skillfully, regardless of whether Yun Yuzhen agreed or not.

"Mm..."

Yun Yuzhen's delicate body trembled, letting out a suppressed low moan.

The sound was short and restrained, forced back the moment it escaped her lips, but that tingling sensation simply couldn't be suppressed.

Where did this Rebellious Disciple learn these techniques?

How did he manage to press exactly on her sensitive Acupoints every time?

"Su Ye... you... is that a massage?"

"You're... you're just groping!"

Yun Yuzhen bit her red lips, her eyes hazy. She wanted to pull her foot back, but Su Ye held it firmly.

Her struggle was soft and weak; rather than resistance, it was more like playing hard to get. Those pale purple eyes were shimmering with moisture—where was the slightest hint of her usual coldness? She was clearly just an ordinary woman moved by emotion.

"Revered Master, a healer has a parent's heart; do not hide your illness from the doctor."

Su Ye talked nonsense with a serious face.

While taking liberties, he was also observing Yun Yuzhen's expression.

This woman.

She was clearly just a three-hundred-year-old virgin (before meeting him), yet she acted like some veteran of the Jianghu.

Every time he teased her just a little, she would turn into a puddle of water.

"Fine... stop pressing..."

Yun Yuzhen finally couldn't take it anymore and forcibly circulated her spiritual energy to shake Su Ye off.

This jolt used thirty percent of her strength. Caught off guard, Su Ye was sent flying back three feet, landing right on his buttocks.

She straightened her messy gauze dress and tried to put on a stern face, regaining her cold demeanor.

But her slightly heaving chest, the blush that hadn't yet faded, and her somewhat hurried breathing completely exposed the turmoil in her heart. She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing that strange feeling, and her gaze became clear once more.

"Let's talk business."

"How was the harvest from this trip to Divine Weapon Peak?"

At the mention of "harvest," Su Ye's eyes instantly lit up.

He scrambled up from the floor, patted the dust off his buttocks, and walked a few steps to the couch to sit down—this time a bit further away, maintaining a "safe distance."

"A bumper harvest!"

He pulled several items from his robe and laid them out one by one on the jade table beside the couch.

"Fire Dragon Spear, Heaven Rank Low Grade."

It was a long spear, crimson all over. The shaft was about twelve feet long and as thick as a child's arm, densely covered in dragon-scale patterns. The spearhead was shaped like a flame, with flowing red light visible at the edge, emitting a scorching aura. As soon as this spear was brought out, the surrounding temperature seemed to rise by several degrees.

"A sword embryo, suspected to have the potential of a Saint Weapon."

It was a palm-sized sword embryo, silver-white all over, with faint golden patterns showing through. The sword embryo was not yet formed, but its sharp Sword Intent was already emanating from it, as if it could transform into a heaven-shaking sword at any moment. Even holding it in his hand, Su Ye could feel the terrifying power contained within.

"And a whole bunch of messy God-Fiend fragments."

With a wave of his hand, a dozen more fragments of various sizes appeared on the jade table. These fragments were made of different materials: some seemed like metal but weren't, some like jade but weren't, some were pitch black as ink, and some were crystal clear. Each fragment carried a lingering ancient aura—the pressure belonging to ancient Gods and Fiends. Even after endless ages, it still made one's heart tremble.

"Of course, the biggest harvest is the Storage Pouch stripped off that old dog Cang Song."

Su Ye pulled out that black Storage Pouch from his robe and tossed it casually.

The Storage Pouch was the size of a palm and entirely black, made from the fur of a fifth-grade Yao Beast, the 'Shadow Marten,' with the silver character for 'Law' embroidered on it. The mouth of the bag was tied with gold thread, and a faint halo adhered to it—the Divine Sense Restriction left by Cang Song.

"That old guy has been in charge of the Law Enforcement Hall for so many years; there must be plenty of loot."

Looking at Su Ye's money-grubbing appearance, Yun Yuzhen shook her head helplessly.

"You, you've really fallen into a pit of money."

"I wonder if that girl Wan'er was led astray by you."

She reached out to take the Storage Pouch, and as her Divine Sense swept over it, her brow furrowed slightly. Cang Song was a Soul Transformation Stage Elder after all; the Restriction on this Storage Pouch was quite ingenious. If broken by force, it might damage the items inside.

"However..."

Yun Yuzhen changed the subject, a hint of cunning flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"Since the harvest is so great, shouldn't you give Revered Master some 'filial piety'?"

She tossed the Storage Pouch lightly in her hand, looking at Su Ye with a half-smile.

"Purple Bamboo Peak is so large; daily maintenance also requires Spirit Stones."

"Revered Master recently took a fancy to a nightgown made of 'celestial silkworm silk'; it's quite expensive..."

Upon hearing this, Su Ye immediately covered his storage ring, looking at Yun Yuzhen with a wary expression.

"Revered Master, you're committing robbery!"

"That was snatched... cough, earned by your disciple's own ability!"

"Besides, you're a dignified Peak Revered Master; could you really be short of these few Spirit Stones?"

Yun Yuzhen reached out her jade-like hand righteously:

"Less nonsense!"

"Share and share alike!"

"If you don't give it, don't even think about climbing onto Revered Master's bed in the future!"

A threat!

A blatant threat!

The corner of Su Ye's mouth twitched.

This woman has learned bad habits.

Where did that cold and aloof Revered Master from before go?

But... wanting to pry things out of my, Su Ye's, hands?

Not a chance!