Rebellious Disciple

After reading these three pieces of intelligence, Lu Yuan's gaze lingered on the last one for a long time.

"Xue Yao..."

He sighed softly, his expression somewhat complicated.

He always treated this disciple as his own son, and could even be said to be grooming him as his future successor.

But he was a man, not a block of wood. How could he not know the undisguised affection and love in Lu Xueyao's eyes when she looked at him?

However, due to his status and his constant scheming, he intentionally or unintentionally neglected this relationship.

Unexpectedly, this repressed emotion became her inner demon.

"Well, since we've come this far, let's just let things take their course."

Lu Yuan was not a pedantic person. In this world of cultivation, although it was rare for masters and disciples to become Daoist partners, it was not unheard of.

Moreover, he wasn't entirely indifferent to Lu Xueyao.

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

……

Listening Sword Pavilion, located on a cliff on Longevity Peak, is shrouded in mist all year round, making it an excellent place for sword enlightenment.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the pavilion was unusually oppressive.

Lu Xueyao was sitting cross-legged on a cold jade bed, her body surrounded by sword energy that was extremely chaotic, sometimes sharp as fire, sometimes cold as ice, cutting the surrounding furnishings to pieces.

Today, she was not wearing her usual martial arts attire for sword practice, but instead wore a plain white nightgown, the fabric of which was thin and light, outlining her figure, which was not yet fully developed but already showed signs of exquisite beauty.

His long, ink-black hair, already soaked with cold sweat, cascaded over his shoulders, with a few strands clinging to his pale cheeks, making him look pitiful.

"Master..."

"Don't go...don't leave Xueyao behind..."

She was muttering in her sleep, her brow furrowed, as if she were trapped in some kind of extremely painful nightmare.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness.

Lu Xueyao was in an endless darkness.

She saw her master, Lu Yuan, standing high on a cloud, radiating dazzling divine light, gradually moving away from her.

She chased after him desperately, trying to catch up with his clothes, but found that no matter how hard she tried, that figure was always out of reach.

"You're too weak."

"You don't deserve to stand next to him."

The voice of her inner demon echoed in her ears, gnawing at her Dao heart like a venomous snake.

"You're a burden; you'll only drag your master down..."

"No! I'm not!" Lu Xueyao screamed in anguish, "I will become stronger! I will catch up with Master's footsteps!"

Just as she was about to break down.

A familiar and warm aura suddenly entered this dark space.

in reality.

Lu Yuan appeared silently in front of the cold jade bed.

Looking at the pale-faced, trembling girl in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.

"Foolish child."

He sighed softly, reached out, and gently touched Lu Xueyao's forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.

A gentle, pure chaotic spiritual energy flowed slowly into her body through her palm, calming the chaotic and rampant sword energy.

"Um……"

Sensing this familiar aura, Lu Xueyao's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused, as if she couldn't distinguish between reality and dream.

When she saw the figure she had been longing for standing right in front of her, the confusion in her eyes instantly turned into endless longing.

"Master?"

"Is it another hallucination...?"

She murmured to herself, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips, "Even if it's just an illusion... at least I can see Master one more time..."

This time, she didn't suppress herself.

Lu Xueyao stretched out her arms and threw herself into Lu Yuan's arms, hugging his waist tightly, as if if she let go, the person in front of her would disappear like in a dream.

"Master, please don't abandon Xueyao..."

"Xueyao is so scared, scared that she won't even have the chance to see your back anymore..."

The girl's warm, soft body pressed tightly against him, and her pleading voice, tinged with sobs, made Lu Yuan's heart tremble violently.

"Silly girl."

Lu Yuan turned around and hugged her, gently patting her back, and said softly, "This is not an illusion, your master is right here."

"I'm not going anywhere."

The realistic touch, the warm body temperature, and that familiar, faint fragrance.

Lu Xueyao froze abruptly.

She instantly regained her senses.

Is this...is this real?!

Master really came? And I'm still... still wearing my nightgown, tightly hugging Master?

"what!"

Lu Xueyao gasped in surprise, as if she had been electrocuted, and tried to push Lu Yuan away. Her pretty face instantly turned red to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with pink.

"Master...Master! Your disciple...your disciple has offended you..."

She was incoherent, filled with shame and indignation, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

however.

She had just taken a half step back when she was pulled back by a pair of hands.

Lu Yuan looked down at her, his eyes filled with no reproach, only a deep and tender look he had never seen before.

"What if I said I didn't mind your offense?"

Lu Xueyao was stunned.

She stared blankly at Lu Yuan, her mind a complete blank, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

"Master...you..."

"Since the inner demons have already arisen, then the one who tied the knot must untie it."

Lu Yuan chuckled softly, leaned down, and gently kissed her smooth forehead.

This kiss was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering all of Lu Xueyao's defenses and concerns.

"Master!"

She could no longer resist, and on tiptoe, she awkwardly but passionately offered her red lips.

The moonlight outside the window is just right.

Inside the Listening Sword Pavilion, candlelight flickered.

……

After a period of practice, success will come naturally.

Nourished by Lu Yuan's Four Transformations Chaos Law and Pure Yang Power, the sword energy accumulated in Lu Xueyao's body was not only completely suppressed, but also underwent a qualitative transformation due to the harmony of Yin and Yang.

Her aura surged, breaking through the bottleneck.

Late foundation building!

Moreover, its foundation was incredibly solid, and its Nine-Aperture Exquisite Sword Heart was completely enlightened at this moment, emitting a joyful sword cry.

After a long while.

The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

Lu Xueyao curled up in Lu Yuan's arms like a kitten, her face flushed with a blush of contentment.

"My husband..."

She called out tentatively, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, yet it carried an indescribable sweetness.

Lu Yuan smiled and responded, then flipped his hand and took out the broken sword he had obtained from the Hundred Forging Workshop.

"This sword contains an extremely pure ancient Geng metal essence."

"Now that your sword heart is clear, if you can refine it, your Nine Aperture Exquisite Sword Heart will surely advance further, and you may even awaken your own innate sword divine power."

Lu Yuan handed her the broken sword.

He has now cultivated the fourth stage of the Chaos Law. Although the Geng Metal essence is precious, it is just icing on the cake for him. On the contrary, it can bring out the greatest value for Lu Xueyao.

"Thank you, my husband!"

Lu Xueyao's beautiful eyes lit up as she took the broken sword. Sensing its sharp aura, her admiration and love for Lu Yuan grew even stronger.