CHAPTER 470: 338 BOUDOIR CONFIDENTIAL TALKS

"Master Qing, let’s find a quiet place to talk." Du Yu flipped onto the deer and suggested.

"Okay." Yang Qingqing did not refuse.

However, under Du Yu’s expectant gaze, she did not sit on the Dust Spirit Deer but summoned her Demon Pet·Wind Trace Steed.

Tsk~

Du Yu muttered to himself, all the anticipation went to waste.

Speaking of which, Master Qing is also using a Demon General for transport, quite impressive, huh?

The two of them quickly left the Mountain Fire Saber, stepped out of the Otherworld Gate, and only at the parking spot did Yang Qingqing retract the two mounts into her body.

The master and disciple both got into the car, and Yang Qingqing inhaled deeply the rejuvenating scent of Divine Ghost Firefly within.

"Master Qing, I’m already a Great Demon Tamer." Du Yu looked up at the rearview mirror, gazing at the serene woman in the back seat.

"I can see that." Yang Qingqing casually said, her head resting on the seatback, slowly closing her eyes.

Having left the cultivation environment of Mountain Fire Saber, fatigue seemed to have washed over her.

Du Yu’s heart stirred: "Master Qing, shall we go to the Sea Realm?

I made some small renovations to the island; the environment there is great, very quiet, perfect for resting."

Yang Qingqing didn’t show much emotion, just lightly uttered an "Mm".

She had a subtle premonition that what Du Yu wanted to discuss wasn’t trivial.

After all, the car’s environment was private enough, but he still wanted to go to the Sea Realm.

With Master Qing’s permission, Du Yu turned to the back, the Mountain and Sea Bell in his palm opened and closed, and the two vanished without a trace.

Yang Qingqing stood steadily on the sea reef, and as she gazed at the boundless sea, she couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

Having grown accustomed to the heat of the Mountain Fire Saber, the clear blue waves presented a different atmosphere for her.

The gentle sea breeze carried strands of hair across her forehead and gently swayed her long skirt.

Du Yu quietly looked at his own Immortal Master, imprinting her graceful silhouette with the distant horizon into his mind.

Beautiful~

The memory seemed not enough.

Du Yu secretly took out his phone, but just as he unlocked the screen, the woman already turned around.

She looked at Du Yu with a reproachful expression.

Du Yu: "..."

Plan revealed!

Du Yu quickly stuffed his phone back into his pocket and pointed to the Begonia Forest on the island, immediately changing the subject: "Master Qing, look."

Yang Qingqing looked over and naturally saw the newly added Begonia Bridge.

The Begonia wooden bridge extended into the Begonia Forest, offering quite a picturesque scene.

She lifted her eyes and also saw the towering ancient Shatang Tree.

The last time she came here, the Shatang was hidden within the Begonia Forest, not as brazenly exposed as now.

"Shall we go, Master Qing?" With that, Du Yu leaped down from the reef.

Yang Qingqing slowly floated down, following Du Yu, walked across the sand and stone beach, and stepped onto the Begonia Bridge.

Yang Qingqing had an unusual fondness for flowers and trees.

With the Sea Realm no longer being a mission site, but a scenery to quietly admire, this lush Begonia Forest captivated her repeatedly.

Until the end of the Begonia Bridge, where the terrain opened up, an ancient mansion unfolded before her eyes...

Yang Qingqing: "So this is your little renovation."

"Hehe." Du Yu scratched his head, pointing to the plaque over the mansion door. "Master Qing, if you have time, could you suggest some words for the Ancient House?"

Yang Qingqing stood with arms behind her, looking at the quaint mansion door, seemingly interested as well: "What shall it be called."

"Sea Realm? Shatang Mansion?" Du Yu hesitated a bit, "I haven’t decided yet, or if Master Qing has any elegant name, you can just write it."

"You surely know how to enjoy." Yang Qingqing stepped forward, and before her delicate hand could push the door, the mansion door opened sideways.

The Shatang branches timely opened the door, welcoming the owner home.

"Hello, it’s good to see you again." Yang Qingqing crossed the threshold, caressing the deep red leaves.

Soon, her expression turned somewhat peculiar, as if she received a message from the Shatang Tree.

After a few seconds, she turned to look at Du Yu: "There’s my home here?"

"Yes, Master Qing." Du Yu pointed ahead, "The main house. I’ve already decorated it for you, with complete furniture, just waiting for you to move in."

Du Yu’s words completely exceeded Yang Qingqing’s expectations.

"Let me show you." Du Yu strode into the courtyard, eagerly inviting her.

Looking at the young man’s proud behavior, Yang Qingqing couldn’t help but shake her head and smile.

During Du Yu’s longing for a home, she provided him with one.

Nominally, it was sold to him, yet in reality, Du Yu would pay when he had money and defer payments when he didn’t, that kind of arrangement.

Be it assistance or semi-gift, the exact nature of the home on the 16th floor of Xishu Garden was tacitly understood by the master and disciple.

And now, Du Yu gave her a home in return?

The two of them passed through the expansive garden, past the towering ancient tree at the center, and stood before the main house at the north.

"Master Qing, behind your house is the Firethorn Courtyard, with Fire Demon Breath. In the front is the Shatang Tree, possessing Wood and Water Dual-Attribute Demon Breath, perfect for your cultivation." Du Yu explained as he pushed open the wooden door.

Yang Qingqing slightly raised her eyebrow. Before her was a reception room, the wooden furniture seemingly valuable.

On the left and right sides, wooden panels and screens partitioned off two separate rooms.

"The left side is the bedroom, the right is the study. Master Qing, you can modify it according to your own preferences." Du Yu said as he followed the woman’s steps.

Arriving at the left bedroom, Yang Qingqing looked around; the antique furniture made her feel as if she were transported back in time.