Chapter 509: Senior Brother, Spirit Telepathy
The night wind blew, making the bonfire crackle incessantly.
Ye Anping squatted by the fire he had just started outside the pavilion, skewering marinated roasted chicken on a wooden branch, focused on roasting the chicken for Feng Yu Die.
Beneath the pavilion, Feng Yu Die sat opposite Gu Mingxin on either side of the stone table. Their gazes, one golden and one scarlet, intersected in a straight line, yet neither spoke.
Xiao Tian floated slightly higher, her heart in turmoil.
Even without witnessing what had happened between Ye Anping and Gu Mingxin, she could tell from Gu Mingxin’s trembling legs under the table.
If her Yu Die had arrived before the deed was done, it would have been fine.
But now, it seemed like everything had already happened.
If Xiao Tian were to tell her Yu Die now, she would likely cry inconsolably, perhaps even falling into an inner demon – Young Master Ye would rather dual cultivate with Gu Mingxin than with her…
However, if she didn’t say anything, how many times would her Yu Die’s home be infiltrated?
Xiao Tian bit her lip slightly, glancing at Ye Anping, whose back was to her. She decided to wait and ask Anping privately before deciding whether to tell her Yu Die about this.
As for now…
Xiao Tian took out a roll of bandages from her skirt, glared at Xue E, who was floating beside Gu Mingxin, and slowly wrapped the bandages around her hand:
“……”
?
Xue E naturally saw her actions. After a slight pause, she reached behind her for her small wooden sword.
The next moment—
“Black and shiny!!!”
“Tsk…”
Bang bang—
A golden light flashed, directly hitting Xue E, who quickly raised her wooden sword to defend herself.
After a few exchanges, the two little ones chased each other into the sky above the Blood Prison Mansion.
At this moment, Ye Anping had finished roasting the chicken. He carried the plate back into the pavilion and sat between them, placing the roasted chicken in the center of the stone table.
Looking at the roasted chicken roasted by Young Master Ye, Feng Yu Die’s eyes lit up, and she reached out to grab it. However, she saw Gu Mingxin on the opposite side also reaching for her Young Master Ye’s roasted chicken. Her brows immediately furrowed, and she intended to push her hand away.
But before she could make a move, Ye Anping, standing beside her, raised his hand and flicked Gu Mingxin’s hand.
Slap—
Ye Anping looked coldly at Gu Mingxin and said:
“This is for Yu Die, not for you.”
Hearing this, Feng Yu Die thought she was dreaming. She then raised her head proudly, provocatively raising an eyebrow at Gu Mingxin, as if to say: Young Master Ye treats me much better than you!
Faced with Feng Yu Die’s smug demeanor, Gu Mingxin was silent for a moment, then pretended to be envious and said aggrievedly:
“Ye Anping, can’t you spare me some of the pampering you give this silly white girl? What’s so good about this silly white girl…”
Feng Yu Die frowned and retorted: “You wish.”
Gu Mingxin put on a bitter melon face, chuckled a few times, and seeing that Ye Anping seemed genuinely angry about her previous action, she pushed herself up from the stone table:
“Alas… I’m so envious~ I’ve gotten tired too. I’ll go back to my room first. We’ll continue to deepen our relationship another day, hehe—”
Intentionally leaving that sentence behind, Gu Mingxin turned and hobbled away with an pigeon-toed gait towards the corridor, disappearing around the corner shortly after.
Feng Yu Die was still a bit puzzled, so she asked:
“Young Master Ye, what’s wrong with her?”
“…We sparred a bit. She sustained internal injuries,” Ye Anping answered casually, pushing the roasted chicken closer to her and quickly changing the subject. “Eat it, it’ll get cold soon.”
“Mhm… Okay, hehe—”
Feng Yu Die narrowed her eyes and smiled. Although she found it a bit strange that Young Master Ye had suddenly become so nice to her, she felt warm and happy inside, so anything was fine…
Feng Yu Die picked up the roasted chicken, wanting to devour it as she usually did. But thinking that after she finished eating, Young Master Ye would likely urge her to go back to her room to rest, she changed her approach and began to eat slowly and deliberately.
Xiao Tian and Xue E, transformed into arcs of golden and black light, collided with each other in the sky above the Blood Prison Mansion.
Ye Anping glanced at them but didn’t intervene. He silently accompanied Feng Yu Die as she ate the roasted chicken, his gaze fixed on her profile.
He hadn’t intended to, but he found himself staring, lost in thought, until Feng Yu Die’s ears gradually turned red. He then averted his gaze.
Noticing his slightly unusual behavior, Feng Yu Die swallowed the bite of chicken in her mouth and then asked:
“Young Master Ye, why are you suddenly so nice to me…”
“… …”
Feng Yu Die narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, playfully asking:
“Could it be… you’ve fallen for me?”
Ye Anping averted his gaze and replied softly:
“Perhaps. I just want to be nicer to you.”
Feng Yu Die thought she had misheard and her eyes widened:
“…Really?!”
Ye Anping averted his gaze once more:
“I said, it’s perhaps.”
“Then perhaps also means that I and Young Master Ye have taken a big step closer to becoming cultivation partners, right? Hehe.”
Ye Anping exhaled and knocked her forehead with his finger, replying:
“You’re quite cute when you’re serious.”
“Eh, hehe…” Feng Yu Die giggled foolishly and buried her head, rolling her eyes, then said, “I remember now. I’ll always be this cute in front of Young Master Ye from now on~”
“Who says they’re cute themselves?”
Feng Yu Die grinned: “Hee hee~”
“… …”
“Young Master Ye, what if I had understood this feeling earlier, would you…”
“Don’t overthink it. There are no regrets in this world.”
For some reason, Ye Anping felt quite relaxed. His shoulders slowly dropped a little.
Just then, a golden light flew from beside one of the pillars of the six-sided pavilion and crashed directly onto the roasted chicken, causing the entire chicken to tremble.
Xiao Tian, bruised and swollen, leaned against the chicken’s rear, looking like she was about to cry. Her lips were practically covering her nose, and Xue E also flew in.
She was panting, glared at Xiao Tian, then looked at Ye Anping. Her face was immediately filled with apology as she flew in front of him and said meekly:
“Ye Anping, I apologize on behalf of Mingxin. I will definitely kick her head and scold her properly later. Please don’t take it to heart. With Mingxin’s personality, Ye Anping, I guarantee that kind of thing won’t happen again.”
“…Mm.”
Seeing Ye Anping nod, Xue E bowed her head and curtsied, then glanced at Xiao Tian, giving her forehead another tap with her wooden sword before hurriedly flying towards Gu Mingxin’s bedroom.
After watching her leave, Ye Anping looked back at Xiao Tian, who was leaning against the roasted chicken, and helplessly helped her up with his finger.
Xiao Tian, wronged and with a bruised face, looked at her Yu Die and weakly lowered her head:
“Anping, I’m so useless. I can’t do anything right…”
“That’s enough.”
Ye Anping rubbed her head with his index finger as a form of comfort. Feng Yu Die watched Xue E fly away and couldn’t help but ask:
“Young Master Ye, what was that black and shiny thing apologizing to you for?”
Ye Anping was silent for a moment and said: “…Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Really nothing.”
Ye Anping was now afraid that if Feng Yu Die found out what Gu Mingxin had done to him, she might follow Gu Mingxin’s example and reject him outright.
As he had just said, if Feng Yu Die were to force herself on him, he could only lie on the ground and endure it.
He was silent for a moment and then asked:
“Yu Die, is there anything you want right now? I’ll satisfy one wish for you if I can.”
“Hmm?!”
Hearing this, Xiao Tian was also stunned and immediately wanted to say “dual cultivation.” But after a moment’s thought, she didn’t chime in and left the decision to Feng Yu Die, only signaling her with her eyes: Yu Die! This is a great opportunity!
Feng Yu Die understood Xiao Tian’s message and was silent for a moment, then asked:
“Anything is possible?”
Ye Anping lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, deciding to clarify things at this opportunity. He nodded and said:
“Yes, I’ll do my best to satisfy you if it’s within my ability.”
“Then…” Feng Yu Die scratched her cheek and asked, “Can I lean on Young Master Ye’s shoulder right now?”
Ye Anping had expected her to ask to be his cultivation partner or to dual cultivate with him. Hearing this, he was slightly surprised and asked back:
“I said anything is possible, and you’re not asking me to be your cultivation partner?”
“Mhm… I did think about it.”
Feng Yu Die chuckled foolishly, moved her stone stool closer, and leaned against his side, resting her cheek on his shoulder:
“But I still want to wait until Young Master Ye completely likes me before becoming my cultivation partner. Doing it this way feels a bit strange… hehe.”
“… …”
Ye Anping couldn’t help but smile helplessly, relieved, and shook his head slightly, finding this clueless girl surprisingly attractive now.
Seeing his expression, Feng Yu Die narrowed her eyes, squeezed closer to his shoulder, then tore off a chicken leg and offered it to his mouth:
“Young Master Ye, want a chicken leg?”
“Mhm.”
Ye Anping didn’t refuse and took a bite.
Xiao Tian, watching the two of them eating roasted chicken with their shoulders touching, was stunned for a while, feeling the gloom in her heart slowly dissipate.
Hmph! Gu Mingxin and Ye Anping are not true love! Look at her Yu Die; this is true love! Hmph hmph.
Xiao Tian wisely stopped disturbing them and went around to the eaves of the pavilion. She took out the Heavenly Scroll of the Dao from under her skirt and sat down in meditation, continuing to recite from where she had left off last time.
… …
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The next morning, at early dawn.
Outside the city gates of Tian Bei City, the small marketplace buzzed with activity. Demons seeking refuge from the surrounding areas filled the tea stalls.
Leaning against a table in the corner, four cultivators were discussing the matter of the Sword Sect’s Second Miss.
“I heard that after the Sword Sect’s Second Miss was captured by the new Elder Liang of Tian Bei City, she has been tied up and tormented in his room every day. It’s been seven or eight days, right?”
“That’s right. I heard from friends in the city that Elder Liang is a lustful man who particularly enjoys toying with women. The Sword Sect’s Second Miss has likely been completely used already.”
“Used up is unlikely. After all, she’s an excellent cauldron. And considering the Sword Sect Miss’s status, they wouldn’t dare to play her to death…”
… …
Crack—
As the group chatted and laughed, the three cultivators at the next table, who were eating noodles, immediately snapped their chopsticks in unison. Startled, the chatting group turned to look at them.
The three cultivators glared at them, then got up, threw down a few spirit stones, and quickly walked out of the tea stall into a deserted alley outside the street:
“The Second Miss is still alive. Send the news to the Sect Master first. Then, we’ll see if we can sneak in and rescue the Second Miss…”
Another disciple hesitated for a moment, recalling the discussion of the demonic cultivators just now, and asked:
“Yes, Senior Brother. But how should we send this news? If we report it truthfully…”
“Use the Sword Sect’s secret order to send it directly to Eldest Miss and Sect Master Yun.”
“Yes…”
The man nodded his order, took out a Golden Spirit Short Sword from his storage bag, inscribed the content with his spiritual sense, and flicked his wrist. The Golden Spirit Short Sword’s outline vanished, and it soared into the air, heading southeast.
In just over three hours, the short sword crossed roughly Three Thousand Li of the Eastern Domain’skilling aura and rivers, landing on a large flying boat that was fully in flight. It pierced through the paper window and directly entered the room.
Inside the room, Yun Yiyi stood with a troubled expression, looking at the map sent by Ye Anping, her mind searching for a way to attack the city.
The Sword Sect had already assembled all disciples and elders above the Core Formation Stage, a total of three thousand seventy-five people. All their most treasured magical artifacts and formations had been brought out.
It could be said that whether this battle was won or lost, the Moon Shadow Sword Sect had almost used up all the savings accumulated over the years.
However, with only over three thousand people, the hope of breaking through Tian Bei City, which had stood unyielding in the Eastern Domain for a thousand years and had even repelled the Imperial Sect cultivators led by Nangong Cheng for nearly a month, was still slim.
“Hehuan Sect, Mei Ling Sect, Seven Demonic Sects…”
Yun Yiyi looked at the demonic sects surrounding Tian Bei City, her brows furrowing tighter.
With the entire Sword Sect mobilized, it was impossible to hide their movements. Once they knew they were coming, the demonic sects around Tian Bei City would surely mobilize in full force to encircle and suppress them.
In her estimation, the time to break the city was at most seven days.
If Tian Bei City was not conquered within seven days, then once the demonic cultivators from the three demonic sects arrived, their chances of victory would be completely zero.
Yun Yiyi was anxious, even uttering the Sword Sect’s hometown dialect, which was rare:
“My dad is such a brute!!! Damn it, fuck!!”
However, although the Sword Sect faced nine deaths and one survival, as her father said.
Now that the Sword Sect’s movements had attracted the attention of almost all the demonic sects in the southern part of the Eastern Domain, the immortal sects in the Southern Domain now had the map sent by Ye Anping. All the demonic cultivation spies within each sect had also been eliminated.
In other words, while the Moon Shadow Sword Sect drew away the attention of the demonic cultivators, the other immortal sects in the Southern Domain could take advantage of this “luring away the tiger from its den” strategy to take down almost all the second-rate demonic sects in the southern Eastern Domain.
Yun Yiyi had been racking her brains for days, thinking about how to save the Moon Shadow Sword Sect. The only way was to conquer the city within seven days.
But a mere seven days…
Even her husband’s bedroom activities lasted more than seven days. How could Tian Bei City be conquered in just seven days!!
Whoosh—
As the Sword Sect drew closer and closer to Tian Bei City, Yun Yiyi felt a sense of despair. She sat back in her chair, covering her forehead and shaking her head:
“Anping, where are you…”
At this moment, the Golden Spirit Short Sword broke through the window and plunged directly onto her desk.
Ding—
Seeing that it was a secret report from a Sword Sect disciple, Yun Yiyi took a deep breath and picked it up, looking at it with her spiritual sense.
Upon reading that Yun Jiujiu had suffered such a tragic fate, being treated as a “meat cleaver” by a “newcomer,” a “Liang-surnamed” demonic cultivator, she felt a surge of bile rise in her throat.
After a simple mental image, her heart ached intensely.
Her second sister, who usually spoke in her hometown dialect and was as short as a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, had fallen into such a plight…
Yun Yiyi couldn’t help but throw the Golden Spirit Short Sword away.
Clang—
“…Jiujiu.”
However, suddenly, as if sensing something, her eyes widened, and she quickly ran to pick up the Golden Spirit Short Sword again.
“Newcomer, Liang-surnamed…”
Perhaps it was a coincidence, but Yun Yiyi remembered very clearly that the Hundred Lotus Sect cultivator whom Ye Anping called “Big Brother” was surnamed Liang, and Ye Anping had also used the alias “Liang Xiaoliu” multiple times.
Yun Yiyi clutched the short sword and remained silent for a long time. Her face seemed to carry both joy and sorrow. Suddenly, she felt the pressure that had been accumulating in her heart since Yun Jiujiu’s incident disappear without a trace.
“Anping… As expected, you, gasp—”
She turned back to look at the geographical map hanging on the wall again, her brows unfurrowing.
Although she didn’t understand what Ye Anping would do, she had absolute faith that once he arrived, everything would be resolved.
“Hiss—Hoo…”
Yun Yiyi took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and considered how she should cooperate with Ye Anping.
Ye Anping hadn’t sent a letter asking her to do anything…
But he had sent Jiujiu’s hair and identity token…
“Anping must have calculated that by sending Jiujiu’s hair, my father would definitely take the entire sect to Tian Bei City… So, do I need to do nothing?”
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