Chapter 20 Part 2
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Chapter 20 Part 2: There Is No Good Ending to Doing Bad Things Behind the Back of One’s Master! (2)
When dawn broke, the sky was painted with soft hues of light.
At a small fruit stand, she met her master.
Their meeting was natural, as though guided by fate. With just a few words exchanged, the bond of master and disciple was formed.
Si Yunshang listened intently to Bai Lian’s stories about herself and An Lan.
For Bai Lian, these tales were familiar, having recounted them countless times.
But for Si Yunshang, everything was new, like unwrapping a mystery.
Bai Lian smiled gently.
“Perhaps it’s because I found a sense of home at Qiongming Peak that I naturally grew to love my master.”
Si Yunshang nodded enthusiastically.
“Why haven’t you clarified your relationship with your master yet? If you did, how could she dare to refuse?”
Bai Lian laughed nervously. She would never admit her hesitation was because she feared being reprimanded by her master.
Even if she was a reincarnated Immortal Emperor, how could she compare to her master, a Heavenly Lord?
Si Yunshang, unsatisfied with the silence, leaned close to Bai Lian’s ear.
“Have you and your master… done it?”
A drop of cold sweat formed on Bai Lian’s forehead.
“How do you feel compared to me? I’m very confident in my body,” Si Yunshang teased.
Bai Lian’s face darkened.
Sensing the shift, Si Yunshang tactfully stopped her provocations. She knew when to advance and when to retreat.
Competition burned within her, but she wouldn’t risk ruining her budding rapport with Bai Lian.
Still, Si Yunshang couldn’t resist a final jab.
“You know,” she said, “it feels like you and your master are like an old married couple.”
Bai Lian froze. An old married couple?
Her thoughts spiraled.
Why would I want to marry my master instead of treating her like family?
The question lingered, unanswered.
“Have you given your master birthday gifts?” Si Yunshang asked suddenly.
“Yes,” Bai Lian replied.
“Next time, deliver them to me.”
“How rude!” Bai Lian exclaimed.
Si Yunshang laughed and leaned closer again.
“What kind of gifts have you given?”
“Lipstick, clothes, a pendant…” Bai Lian trailed off. “She confiscated the lipstick.”
Si Yunshang’s eyes lit up.
“Then I want lipstick too!”
Bai Lian sighed but agreed. “Fine, fine.”
Si Yunshang grinned mischievously. “This time you helped me. Next time, you’ll give me lipstick, and I’ll give you one too.”
Then, leaning closer, she whispered in Bai Lian’s ear, licking it playfully.
Bai Lian jumped back, flustered.
“Don’t talk nonsense!”
Si Yunshang only chuckled, unbothered by Bai Lian’s reaction.
But her laughter soon faded. Resting her chin on Bai Lian’s shoulder, her voice grew faint.
“I can’t go on anymore. I’m too tired.”
Before Bai Lian could respond, Si Yunshang closed her eyes and fainted.
Carrying Si Yunshang on her back, Bai Lian flew to the Duxian Sect.
When she arrived, An Lan was calmly swinging beneath a tree on Qiongming Peak.
“I’m back,” Bai Lian said softly.
Her master’s gaze, however, was sharp.
Without a word, An Lan assessed the unconscious Si Yunshang.
“Is she from the Demon Sect?”
Bai Lian explained everything—Si Yunshang’s past, her struggles, her present condition.
An Lan listened silently.
“She’s a poor soul,” she finally said. “Removing the Heavenly Demon Magic Spell is simple. Hand her over to Chen Yizhi. He can handle it.”
Bai Lian blinked in surprise. That’s it?
Just as she turned to leave, An Lan’s voice stopped her.
“Wait.”
Bai Lian froze.
An Lan approached, circling her like a predator.
Her piercing gaze moved between Bai Lian and Si Yunshang.
Bai Lian’s heart pounded. Did she figure it out?
After a long pause, An Lan squinted.
“The women you meet all look… alike.”
“…!”
Bai Lian stammered, “Is—Is that so?”
An Lan’s expression darkened.
Si Yunshang, Xia Qingqing, the eldest princess, Ling Yue—big breasts, every one of them!
Ha-ha.
“Just go,” An Lan said irritably.
Bai Lian didn’t need to be told twice. She fled.
Far away, atop Xili Mountain, a dark figure stood silently.
This was the Demon Lord, gazing at a massive sword mark that split the Sword Valley in two.
The sheer power radiating from the scar was unimaginable.
“Tao,” the Demon Lord murmured.
As rumors spread of black crystals in the valley—crystals that held terrifying sword insights—one name emerged among the seekers: Yue Wuyang.
Drawn by the legend, she decided to see for herself.
