CHAPTER 198: CHAPTER 162: PLUM BLOSSOMS ON NO-SWORD PEAK ARE IN FULL BLOOM (PLEASE SUBSCRIBE!!)_2

Gazing at the last traces of the sunset’s afterglow, listening to the crackling of the brazier beside her, she eventually murmured,

"Bei Bei also has a disciple now..."

...

Mo Li and Xiao Ruoching sat in the courtyard of the thatched cottage. Xiao Ruoching, neatly dressed, quietly watched the large pot before them, a faint rumbling coming from her stomach.

Su Bei’s voice sounded in the courtyard, and Mo Li’s eyes instantly brightened. She scooped a bowl of porridge from the pot and respectfully presented it to Su Bei, saying,

"Master, your porridge."

Su Bei smiled and took the porridge. Steam rose from it in the cold winter air. He gently blew on it and chuckled,

"Li Er, your cooking skills are excellent. The dumplings you made earlier were delicious too."

Mo Li watched Su Bei with a faint smile, eagerly anticipating him taking a sip of the porridge.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master. I’m preparing to absorb this Creation Pill soon."

Su Bei licked a stray grain from the corner of his mouth and nodded.

"You’ve reached Foundation Establishment, so it is indeed a good time to absorb the Creation Pill."

I wonder to what extent my second disciple can advance her cultivation by absorbing the Creation Pill this time.

Seeing her Master seemingly ignore her, Xiao Ruoching puffed out her cheeks, slammed her bowl onto the table, and turned to leave without looking back, announcing,

"This disciple has finished eating!"

Su Bei watched, bewildered, as Xiao Ruoching stormed off towards her room. He then glanced at Mo Li, who kept her head down, silently eating her porridge.

He sighed deeply. When will these two ever live in harmony?

"You continue eating. I’ll go check on your Senior Martial Sister; she’s being difficult again."

With that, he put down his bowl and rose, heading towards Xiao Ruoching’s room.

Mo Li watched Su Bei’s retreating figure from the corner of her eye. She gently licked her vermillion lips, an eerie smile playing on them. In the cold winter air, a faint mist escaped her partly open mouth as she whispered,

"Master, have sweet dreams tonight."

"..."

...

Su Bei chased after his prodigal eldest disciple. Xiao Ruoching was sitting on her bed. Hearing Su Bei enter, a smile touched her lips, and her cheeks flushed.

"You can’t do this again."

Sitting on her bed, looking at his prodigal disciple’s back, Su Bei said,

"She offered no reaction, still looking down. Her small, fair feet rested on the brocade couch, toes gently curling, her jade-like toes wiggling back and forth. Seeing this, Su Bei gave a wry smile."

"You are all my disciples. How could I possibly favor one over the others?"

"You’re the Senior Martial Sister. In the future, there will be junior martial brothers and sisters. Is this the example you want to set for them?"

"..."

Listening to Su Bei’s words, which sounded like a mix of persuasion and consolation, Xiao Ruoching’s lips trembled slightly. It’s not like I want to be his disciple anyway.

But since he came after me personally, I suppose I’ll humor him this once!

Xiao Ruoching turned around, her eyes fixed on Su Bei, and said softly,

"This disciple knows her mistake."

Perhaps it was because she had just bathed. Su Bei could smell a faint, pleasant fragrance emanating from her, lingering at the tip of his nose, refusing to disperse.

A night breeze stirred. Everything on No-Sword Peak was shrouded in darkness, candlelight flickering within the room.

A hint of ambiguity gradually filled the air.

"Master, could you... return the bellyband to this disciple?"

Hearing Xiao Ruoching’s soft murmur, Su Bei looked at the resentment in her eyes, then stood up with a feigned look of confusion and said,

"What bellyband? When did your Master ever take it?"

"You can’t blame your Master just because you lost your bellyband."

Xiao Ruoching’s chest heaved as she took a deep breath, her voice tight with indignation,

"It’s the... used one..."

"..."

As if he hadn’t heard, Su Bei clasped his hands behind his back and started walking towards the pigsty. He could be faintly heard muttering to himself,

"Indeed, one shouldn’t eat too much at night. Eating too much just makes one sleepy..."

"..."

...

The night stretched on, seemingly endless, bathed in a silvery lunar glow.

A morbid smile touched Mo Li’s lips as she retrieved a dagger from her storage ring. Its blade was finely honed, its icy gleam sharp and arresting under the moonlight.

Through the window, she could see her Senior Martial Sister lying on the brocade couch. Xiao Ruoching breathed evenly, but her tightly knitted brows suggested she was reliving unpleasant memories in her dream.

It seems the effect of this ’One Dream’ is quite good...

Mo Li bit her lower lip, her eyes glistening in the moonlight, a faint flush rising on her cheeks.

Tonight, she had uncharacteristically applied makeup. Her silver lashes fluttered as she gently secured two identical silver dangling hairpins in her silver hair.

Then, she made her way towards Su Bei’s pigsty.

CREAK—

The newly repaired pigsty door groaned as it opened. Mo Li peeked cautiously inside. The figure on the bed seemed to be sound asleep.

Moonlight streamed into the room through the uncurtained window, casting hazy, water-like ripples across the floor.

A moment later, there was a soft RUSTLE of fabric as a moon-colored robe drifted to the floor, revealing a pair of long, smooth legs.

Her beautiful legs were held in an elegant, demure posture, pressed lightly together, their skin reflecting a faint, captivating luster in the moonlight.

Her shapely calves and delicate ankles were sharply defined, lithe and graceful. The natural hollows on either side of her Achilles tendons were particularly alluring, exuding a subtle, captivating charm.