Is it family law or clan rule?

As expected, the two of them thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Xiao Menglan was an understanding woman, also a considerate companion.

She knew that Cao Xueyan’s hands were still covered in ointment, and because of the effects of her cultivation technique, she couldn’t move freely yet.

So almost everything that followed was led by Xiao Menglan, and she was more than happy with that arrangement.

Ever since she had “secretly learned” the Lingxi Finger technique from Cao Xueyan last time, she seemed to be especially fond of it.

She would often sneak in a move or two without warning.

Cao Xueyan was also pleased that her technique could be practiced so well by her master.

Every time, she would respond passionately, though after too many rounds, it did wear on her stamina.

By the time their endless rounds finally ended, the night was already deep.

The piercing wind from the mountain peak blew into Yaoyue Palace, and Cao Xueyan, with nothing on her body, naturally shivered from the cold.

Xiao Menglan, distressed for her disciple, reached out her hand, interlocked her fingers with Cao Xueyan’s, and slowly, gently transferred her spiritual energy over.

“Are you still cold?” Xiao Menglan asked softly.

Cao Xueyan shook her head.

The stream of spiritual energy from Xiao Menglan was as gentle as a little rabbit, not running wild, but using its soft, fluffy warmth to comfort her.

Gradually, her small body stopped trembling.

“It’s really a bit cold outside.

I don’t mind it, but I worry it might freeze you.” Xiao Menglan said.

She waved her hand, gathering the scattered clothes from the floor into her storage pouch.

Then she gently lifted Cao Xueyan into her arms and carried her toward her own chamber.

Back in the room, Xiao Menglan placed the girl on her bed.

She then walked over to light a stick of incense in the burner.

Before long, the air was filled with a refreshing, calming fragrance.

After finishing all this, Xiao Menglan stood by the bed, watching for a while.

Suddenly, something seemed to cross her mind, and she frowned slightly.

“Master, did you think of something troubling?” Cao Xueyan asked.

Though tired, her eyes were still sharp.

Seeing Xiao Menglan lost in thought, she couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s nothing serious,” Xiao Menglan replied.

“I was just thinking—the bed in this room feels a little too small, not quite enough for two people to sleep on.”

Cao Xueyan immediately recognized it as a joke.

How could something so trivial make her look that serious?

“If master would make a little less noise, the bed wouldn’t feel small at all.” Cao Xueyan pouted.

“Alright, alright, I admit my fault.” Xiao Menglan laughed.

She leaned in to seal Cao Xueyan’s cherry lips with hers, refining the sweetness in an instant.

Hmm, besides the pure flavor, there were so many other hints of fragrance.

And where did those come from?

Naturally, they belonged to Xiao Menglan herself.

After all, the two of them had been entangled for more than just a day or two.

This obedient yet slightly rebellious disciple of hers was already steeped in her scent.

Just like how a beast leaves its scent in its territory to mark it as its own.

By the same logic, the fragrance on Cao Xueyan proved she had already become Xiao Menglan’s possession.

Cao Xueyan broke free, displeased.

“I was being serious!”

Xiao Menglan didn’t mind, but she didn’t push further either.

“Alright, alright, I’ll be serious.

It’s nothing too major.

Just that the wildness between us may have to quiet down for a while.”

Cao Xueyan’s eyes widened in surprise.

She leaned closer, carefully scrutinizing the fairy before her.

Wait—was this still the Xiao Menglan she knew?

Xiao Menglan was amused by her expression and burst into laughter.

A silver-bell-like sound filled the room, a delight to hear.

“What’s that look?

Do you think I’ve been possessed?”

Cao Xueyan nodded earnestly.

Xiao Menglan raised a slender finger and lightly tapped Cao Xueyan’s forehead.

Cao Xueyan’s body swayed backward, barely keeping her balance.

“How could you tease your master like this?

If others saw, they’d scold you for being disrespectful.”

“I’m not respectful enough?” Cao Xueyan protested.

“Just earlier, I did everything I could to meet master’s wishes!”

Xiao Menglan’s cheeks flushed faintly.

“I wasn’t talking about that!”

“Then what else could master be thinking about, besides that?”

“You’re asking for punishment!” Xiao Menglan feigned anger.

She raised her jade-like hand and commanded loudly: “Turn around!”

The sudden order triggered Cao Xueyan’s PTSD.

Her body reacted before her mind—she turned obediently, even arching her hips in preparation.

Xiao Menglan hadn’t expected her to be this compliant.

But with the arrow nocked, it had to be released.

Smack!

The strike landed with satisfying force.

It didn’t hurt, but it tingled pleasantly.

Cao Xueyan turned back with a playful smile.

“Tell me, master—is this the sect’s rule, or the family law?”

“It’s both,” Xiao Menglan huffed.

“The sect rule, and the family law!”

The two tangled together again, sharing warmth.

Xiao Menglan buried Cao Xueyan’s face into her chest.

Her fingers twisted strands of her disciple’s hair, looping them again and again before letting go, amused and playful.

“No more jokes now,” Xiao Menglan said.

Cao Xueyan rubbed her small head against her chest in agreement.

“I told senior sister, the sect leader, about you.

She doesn’t care about your talent, only that you are my favored disciple.

She even promised to attend the upcoming ceremony and plans to give you a gift.”

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Cao Xueyan said.

Though her mind drifted to thoughts of the sect leader she had never met.

After all, the sect leader of Qingyun Sword Sect was a key figure in the simulations.

Someone who could change the course of the future.

If she met her in reality and learned her name, would the simulator also change in response?

After meeting Xiao Menglan, her image in the simulator had already spiraled out of control.

“It’s a good thing for you,” Xiao Menglan admitted, though her face showed worry.

“When chatting with senior sister, she mentioned she might visit Yaoyue Palace sometime to drink with me, and of course, to meet you.”

“And that’s not also a good thing?” Cao Xueyan asked curiously.

She’d love to see the sect leader.

She could hardly wait to see how the simulator would change after that.

“But what if senior sister saw the two of us…”

Xiao Menglan trailed off, but Cao Xueyan already understood what she meant.

“Master,” Cao Xueyan sighed.

“You’re right, we should rest for a while.

I’ve only been here a few days, yet you’ve wanted me several times every single day.”

“True enough,” Xiao Menglan chuckled awkwardly.

Being scolded by her disciple—this feeling was oddly refreshing.

“Then let’s make some rules!”

“Since when does a disciple set rules for her master?”

“From now on!”

“You rebellious girl—sounds like you’re asking for another punishment!”