Chapter 122

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Chapter 122: Confession

The bonfire lit with fire hemlock was still glowing, casting a gentle red hue on everyone’s profiles.

It seemed like everyone had a bit too much to drink as their faces turned red and their voices grew louder. Even though they were cultivators who didn’t easily get drunk, it was no ordinary wine!

The Charmander loved fire so much that it didn’t even notice its tail dipping into the fire as it slept soundly there. Apart from it, everyone else was getting rowdy in high spirits.

The loudest among them was Yue Xingzhou, who started acting strange after drinking.

He pulled Wen Yun over at this moment, repeatedly reminding her–

"Be careful, younger martial sister, our master has indecent intentions towards you! He has no shame!"

Xu Wanfeng and Bai Yushan couldn’t stop him, they could only helplessly watch their own Elder Martial Brother act recklessly in front of their master.

Upon hearing the drunken nonsense, Ye Shubai’s first reaction was not to harshly reprimand, but to look at Wen Yun.

Wen Yun seemed to have drunk a lot this time, with not much smell of alcohol on her body, but her cheeks were as red as if dripping blood from her ear lobes, and the hand he was holding shrank slightly.

Ye Shubai didn’t let go, but firmly continued to hold onto her, not letting her escape.

"Just drunken talk." Seeing everyone’s gaze turn towards them, Ye Shubai calmly explained for his eldest disciple.

Understandably, when drunk, people speak the truth, and most of the people present showed a knowing smile.

However, there were still a few people who couldn’t understand the situation.

"Haha, I know why the older generation said that!" Wan Baocai crawled over the barrels on the ground and got up using both hands and feet, looking excited. "Teacher-student romance! It’s been popular in the cultivation world for almost a hundred years! When Taoist Friend Wen was still in the cultivation world, she loved buying the series of books and picture albums of ‘Dark Transformation Master’ from our Wanbao Pavilion. This time when I came here, I specially brought her the complete collection of Dream Immortal from these past decades, and she was extremely happy!"

Wen Yun’s face stiffened as she saw many improper books in the space bag, and she could only nod vaguely, "Alright."

More than just alright! If it weren’t for this impromptu feast, she had planned to stay up late reading books! That cursed Dream Immortal, it’s been serialized for decades and still hasn’t ended!

Bringing up this topic, Wan Baocai became enthusiastic.

"To tell the truth, my grandfather sent me to the upper realm to see if we could open Wanbao Pavilion in the Cloud Sea World. But on my way here, I observed carefully and found that the treasures and weapons used by the people in the upper realm are much more advanced than those in the cultivation world. Selling ordinary treasures might not work, but now I have a new idea. If we sell books and picture albums in the upper realm, I believe it can make the ‘Dark Transformation Master’ series by Dream Immortal popular all over the world!"

As he spoke, he exchanged a discreet glance with Zhu Erchong, apparently reaching some kind of agreement unknown to the others.

Wan Baocai spoke confidently, "The transformation masters in those books are domineering and affectionate, even Taoist Friend Wen likes them. I believe other cultivators would also feel the same way, maybe teacher-student romance will become popular in the upper realm too!"

Truly a descendant of the Wan family, with just a few words, Wan Baocai managed to capture everyone’s interest, and they began to gather around him, trying to join in and make money.

After who knows how long they talked, they finally decided that each family would partner up to open branch stores of Wanbao Pavilion in the Cloud Sea World!

"Jiang Si, remember to dance with a knife at the door to attract customers!"

"Leave the decoration of the shop to Taoist Friend Qian!"

After quickly reaching an agreement, everyone became more excited and started swinging their cups, drinking directly from the wine jars.

Until the moon was heavy in the sky, a faint light blue appeared on the horizon, and this feast finally came to an end.

Ye Shubai looked helplessly at the mess, pushed away three of his disciples leaning on him, stepped over the snoring Zhu Erchong, took out the tail of a small dragon and then gently picked up the sleeping Wen Yun.

As Ye Shubai was about to leave, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Mengran, leaning against a tree trunk trying to capture the scene, quickly pulled back her hand and pushed back the many sketchbooks she had been secretly drawing behind her all night, pretending to be asleep, facing away from the scary man over there.

The morning breeze blew by.

The immense pressure emanating from Ye Shubai finally dissipated, making Mengran quietly release a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

Luckily Ancestral Master Ye didn’t find out…

But when she looked down again.

"Huh? Where did all the drawings I did last night go?"

Ye Shubai, with his dirty hands and feet, showed no change in his face. He put the drawing in a space bag, then carried Wen Yun to the top courtyard.

Wen Yun’s bedroom was a bit messy, with a half-drawn magical scroll in the east, a stack of magical materials in the west. The whole room had been turned into a typical wizard’s bedroom style by her. It didn’t smell like the usual flower scent of a female mage, but filled with the strange scent of magical ink.

Ye Shubai carefully avoided the unfinished pieces on the floor and finally placed Wen Yun gently on the bed.

She was all soft, with flushed cheeks due to drinking, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly with her slightly rapid breath, like two beautiful black butterflies. Her light pink lips had become shiny and red, perhaps from eating berries before drinking, which left a few red stains at the corners of her lips.

Ye Shubai’s gaze swept over her, his breath catching for a moment. He quickly looked away, and before leaving, he neatly tucked in Wen Yun’s bed corner.

To prevent Wen Yun from kicking off the blankets, he even used a gravity spell to press the corner of the blanket down!

Trying to reach out and grab Ye Shubai, Wen Yun couldn’t lift the blanket off!

Realizing that Ye Shubai was about to leave the room, Wen Yun reluctantly stopped pretending to be asleep.

"Ahem."

She lazily opened her eyes, her voice a bit hoarse, "Why do I feel a bit dizzy? Could it be from drinking too much?"

Ye Shubai indeed stopped, turned his head slightly, furrowed his brows, and looked down at her.

Wen Yun’s excuse seemed weak. Despite the group of people outside, as a proud Ascension Stage cultivator, how could she possibly get drunk and dizzy?

Trying to defend herself, she said, "Martial Sister Mengran’s brew isn’t just ordinary wine. It’s said that she added some non-lethal hallucinogenic herbs to enhance the taste…"

Enough talking. Even if she drank crane top red wine like water, she wouldn’t get dizzy.

But Ye Shubai always gave Wen Yun face, and this time, instead of exposing her, he gently and calmly said, "I’ll pour you a cup of hot tea to help with the effects of the alcohol."

Speaking, she then went outside to make hot tea.

"No need, just rubbing will do."

Wen Yun moved to the side of the bed, patted the edge of the bed warmly, and beckoned, "Come sit here!"

Ye Shubai was silent for a moment, but eventually sat down next to Wen Yun obediently, following her instructions to place his fingers on her forehead and gently massage it.

Although the action was very intimate and ambiguous, the man’s eyes were lowered and he never looked around carelessly. He seemed calm on the surface, but in reality, every muscle in his body was tense and stiff as if facing a formidable enemy.

Wen Yun, on the other hand, was completely at ease. Alcohol emboldens the timid, although she didn’t get drunk, her courage definitely increased.

Just now, she drank three casks of wine all by herself!

Ye Shubai didn’t mind the smell of alcohol on her at all, he was currently massaging her tirelessly.

Wen Yun sneakily glanced at him again, from her angle, Ye Shubai’s cold and clear face was overlooked, what stood out the most was the occasional movement of his Adam’s apple.

He is nervous.

Last night, when Elder Martial Brother was drunk, he grabbed her and repeatedly warned her more than three hundred times, summarizing it like this, "Younger martial sister, quickly run away, our master has eyes on you!"

When the word "eyes on" came out of his mouth, it sounded intimate and ambiguous.

She could definitely sense that Ye Shubai had eyes on her, because even the most clueless little dragon could see his affection for her.

Wen Yun felt a little proud but also embarrassed.

She wanted to use the blanket to cover her flushed face, but when she tried to pull it, she couldn’t move it, so she had to pull harder–

"Rip!"

The power of ascension was truly extraordinary, and Wen Yun was dumbfounded as she held the torn silk blanket.

Ye Shubai also noticed this scene, paused in his movements, and his gaze fell strangely on the torn blanket.

Luckily, he always cared about Wen Yun’s feelings, and this time he didn’t mention the awkward situation. Instead, he calmly said, "I’ll get you a new blanket."

Wen Yun quickly handed the space bag to Ye Shubai and turned around, avoiding him. She said, "There are too many things inside, can you help me find them? I want to sleep."

The words that she had prepared for a long time got stuck in her throat due to this sudden awkwardness and she couldn’t speak them out.

She had planned to ask Ye Shubai a question while they were all making noise and had a drink.

"Do you really have feelings for me?"

If he didn’t like her, why did Ye Shubai treat her differently from his other students?

Normally simple, he always brought back various delicate items in the space bag when he returned from Cloud Sea City each month, including women’s clothing and even makeup, although they were all in strange colors that seemed to be poisoned.

If he didn’t like her, why did he consider her more important than his sword?

The sword of a sword cultivator was their true love, and the others like Zhu Erchong would rather wear torn clothes but use the best silk scarves to clean their swords. However, Ye Shubai let her draw on the sword as she pleased, even though her poor craftsmanship was mocked by others, and he would earnestly say he liked it.

If he doesn’t like her, why does he never refuse her words?

Ye Shubai was never a kind-tempered person, even Immortal Su Yuan was often rejected by him, but he never argued with her, agreeing with everything she said.

The small bits of affection gathered together and became profound.

Wen Yun put another layer of blanket over herself, hands gripping the edges, feeling light-headed from the slight intoxication.

Winter was gradually approaching Cloud Sea World, outside the window the Phoenix tree that had been made into a sword left the backyard empty. This time, her senior brothers moved the white plum tree inside, bringing with it a refreshing scent of newly turned earth mingling with the cool breeze. Only a few flower buds could be seen on the white plum branches that had been glanced at yesterday, so the cold fragrance that lingered in the air was definitely not from the flowers.

She knew Ye Shubai was right behind her, just like countless times before, she could always see him when she turned around.

If she turned around, would she scare him away?

If he ended up looking like that noble gentleman again, saying "Sorry" , what should she do?

After all, this man seemed forever unapproachable, always keeping a distance coolly and politely, like the clouds of Cloud Sea World, always lingering nearby but disappearing when you tried to catch them.

The words in the book don’t say that.

In Dream Immortal, the main female character is similar to the younger martial sister, both having a proud master. While in others, the master might lock the disciple in a secret room for unspeakable things in the third chapter. But in her case, being locked up means either learning swordsmanship or practicing magic.

Wen Yun clenched her teeth, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.

It’s okay, even if he refuses, he can’t escape with the Master-servant Contract in place.

If a corrupted master can imprison a young disciple, then a corrupted owner can also imprison a sword spirit!

Prepared, Wen Yun suddenly sat up from the bed, her aura changing drastically.

She adjusted her expression, turned her head, and spoke very seriously—

"Ye Shubai, I have something to say… Hiss!"

Wen Yun mustered the courage she had been building up for a while, but the moment she saw what Ye Shubai was doing, it all vanished instantly.

He is standing by her bed right now, holding a colorful book with his slender and fair fingers. He is reading it with great concentration and speed, almost flipping through the pages effortlessly.

Helplessly, the not-so-thick book had been flipped through almost halfway.

No wonder he hadn’t said anything earlier. Wen Yun thought he was looking at her affectionately, but in fact, he was reading the book!

What’s even more unfortunate, the book he was reading was one of the erotic novels Wan Baocai had given her yesterday. Apparently, he had taken it out while fetching a blanket from her space bag earlier!

"This… This was given by Wan Baocai. I haven’t actually read it. Please don’t misunderstand…"

Wen Yun was feeling confused and couldn’t stop him. She could only watch as the man in front of her calmly perused the erotic novel.

Ye Shubai’s gaze finally left the book and gently landed on Wen Yun’s face.

His voice sounded slightly hoarse, "So you like this kind of stuff."

What does he mean by ‘this kind of stuff’? Erotic novels are just one of her hobbies. She likes many things, not just what’s deemed vulgar and erotic!

And you really don’t seem like the type to read this kind of book; your ears are all red, so stop pretending to be calm!

Wen Yun reached out to take the book, but this time Ye Shubai refused to give it to her. He simply put it away by himself, and not only that, he even took all the remaining ones! Heaven knows how devastated she was to see this scene, especially when Dream Immortal had just reached the most crucial moment!

She was impatient, "I just want to read a book!"

The morning mist seeped in through the window, making Ye Shubai’s already cold eyes even colder. His clear ink-black eyes were downcast, obscured by the mist and unable to see his emotions clearly, except for the shadows cast by his long and beautiful eyelashes.

He tightened his grip on the book and suddenly spoke.

"I can learn."

"Ah?"

"He excels in water magic, while I am better at fire magic, but I can learn."

Wen Yun was stunned for a moment and only reacted after a while, realizing that he was talking about the male protagonist in the book.

Ye Shubai’s voice became more strained, "He can… use mechanisms, I can learn too."

Does the technique of mechanisms involve the master trapping the apprentice with various tools in different ways?

"He has a frost wolf mount, I can go learn how to tame beasts, and catch a wolf to bring back."

The wind fully blew open the half-closed wooden window, dispersing the hazy mist.

Inside the room was clear, Ye Shubai’s tall and upright figure, along with his calm expression, were no different from usual. His words of unknown origin came out of his mouth as if he were discussing the path of cultivation seriously.

However, his eyelashes couldn’t hide it well, trembling haphazardly, revealing his hidden thoughts.

"Even though I have yet to understand what it means to be corrupted." Ye Shubai held the book, and said seriously, "But whatever you like, I can learn."

Wen Yun looked up at him, but didn’t react for a while.

After a long time, she finally stuttered out, "What… what do you mean by this?"

"What they said is true, I…" Ye Shubai sighed softly, nodding seriously in admission.

"Have a dishonest heart."