A Deep Bond Between Master and Disciple Leads to Their Home Being Stolen?

One month later—

“Master, your tea.”

Ning Yuer carefully presented the freshly brewed morning tea to Su Wanqing.

The scene was déjà vu—exactly like when Chen Xueli used to serve her tea.

Only this time, Su Wanqing knew there was no poison and downed it without a second thought.

Same familiar taste, but none of the familiar dread.

She trusted this obedient little disciple completely.

After all, this was the righteous heroine of the original novel. Even if she did end up liking her, she would never stoop to something as despicable as poisoning.

If Su Wanqing knew what was actually going through her “obedient” disciple’s head right now, she would’ve spat the tea across the room.

It’s just the classic case of “all kids look cute to their own family.”

“Mm, excellent. Your tea-brewing is getting better and better.”

“Thank you for the praise, Master.”

After handing over the tea, Ning Yuer immediately turned her head away, too embarrassed to keep looking at her Immortal Sister.

A blush spread across her cheeks—no trace of the “obedient disciple” left.

Inwardly, she was scolding herself: Useless! Why are you blushing again?!

It’s not like you only peeked at Immortal Sister bathing once… You’ve kissed her, for heaven’s sake! Why can’t you control yourself?!

Yes—the reason for her shyness wasn’t the innocent morning kiss from a month ago.

It was the memory of last night, when she had secretly watched Su Wanqing bathe.

And it wasn’t even the first time.

It was the third.

The first two times she learned Immortal Sister was bathing, she was too nervous and didn’t dare peek.

But once she crossed that line the first time, there was a second, and a third…

And of course, there would be a fourth, fifth, and so on.

Because she was still timid, when she peeked, she only dared look at Su Wanqing’s back—never the more… stimulating areas.

Even then, she only admired the beautiful curve of her back and didn’t dare let her gaze drift lower.

Whenever Su Wanqing turned around or started dressing, Ning Yuer would immediately squeeze her eyes shut or turn away.

She knew her own limits.

If she accidentally saw something too beautiful, she’d faint from overheating on the spot and get caught red-handed.

Then Immortal Sister would be on guard forever—total loss!

For now, she was still in the “acclimation phase.”

She’d wait until looking at the back didn’t make her blush anymore.

Then she’d slowly move downward.

Then, one day, the front.

Just like that tiny bit of softness she’d accidentally touched a month ago—every part of Immortal Sister was breathtaking.

She hadn’t seen the rest yet, but just the back alone was enough to be etched into her memory forever.

Ever since that kiss a month ago, Ning Yuer had fully acknowledged her feelings.

From beginning to end, she had never truly accepted Su Wanqing as her master.

In her heart, she was still “Immortal Sister”—her one and only white moonlight.

All the obedience this past month? Pure acting.

All the innocence and ignorance? Pretended.

Everything was just to get closer to her Immortal Sister.

Su Wanqing, of course, had no idea.

She was still smugly convinced she had successfully “corrected” her little disciple’s orientation and was extremely satisfied with her teaching results.

“Once I finish this cup, I’ll teach you some life-saving sword forms.”

“Though your master is a Dao cultivator, swordsmanship is Heavenly Sword Pavilion’s signature and foundation.”

“You don’t have to master it, but you absolutely cannot be ignorant of it.”

“Also, although you’ve already drawn qi into your body and entered the Qi Refining stage, real Daoist combat techniques can only be learned after you reach Foundation Establishment and have a solid spirit energy foundation.”

“Yes, Yuer understands.”

“Good girl~”

Su Wanqing ruffled Ning Yuer’s hair.

After a month together, the more she looked at this disciple, the more she adored her.

Having such an obedient disciple was truly wonderful.

Especially compared to that rebellious disaster Chen Xueli—the gap was like heaven and earth.

Even when Chen Xueli had first been picked up and taken in, she had never shown a shred of respect.

If Su Wanqing hadn’t treated her with complete sincerity, she probably would’ve been killed the moment the girl awakened her demonic art.

Thanks to Ning Yuer’s obedience, Su Wanqing had finally regained the dignity of being a master that she’d lost years ago.

All the humiliation she suffered at Chen Xueli’s hands was completely wiped from her mind.

After so many years, Su Wanqing finally remembered what it felt like to be a proper master again!

“Let’s go. After sword practice, Master will cook for you.”

Full Inedia usually only began after Foundation Establishment.

Only at the peak of Qi Refining did cultivators start mixing Bigu Pills to reduce meals.

So Ning Yuer still needed to eat.

And because she was so obedient, Su Wanqing genuinely enjoyed cooking for her.

In this disciple, she had reclaimed not only her dignity as a master, but as a chef.

She couldn’t even remember how many years it had been since Chen Xueli stopped eating her cooking and praising it.

“Yes!”

The two arrived at the courtyard of Jade Cloud Peak.

Su Wanqing did not draw her natal spirit sword, only an ordinary treasure sword.

Soft-sword forms weren’t suitable for everyone.

If she taught those now, the girl would be locked into soft swords forever.

She’d wait until Ning Yuer fully grasped standard swordsmanship—then teach soft-sword if she still wanted it.

“Watch carefully.”

Her instruction was meticulous—just like when she taught her very first disciple, only far more experienced now.

She demonstrated each subtlety step by step, and Ning Yuer watched with utter focus.

“I’ll show you once at full speed.”

As Su Wanqing’s movements accelerated, her forms flowed seamlessly.

Dressed in flowing white gauze, with her transcendent beauty, she looked exactly like a female sword immortal dancing with her blade.

Ning Yuer stared in complete infatuation.

That valiant, breathtaking figure was burned into her eyes and heart.

“Your turn.”

Finishing the final stance, Su Wanqing handed the sword to Ning Yuer.

“No, like this—”

Seeing her disciple’s extremely clumsy movements, she began correcting them—holding the girl’s hands, standing extremely close, guiding her body step by step.

But for some reason, this disciple who usually learned everything lightning-fast was unbelievably slow with swordsmanship.

Every few moves, she made a mistake that required correction.

“No, no—let Master guide you again.”

Su Wanqing had no idea that with Ning Yuer’s talent, she had already mastered the forms by the third repetition.

Every “mistake,” every “clumsiness”—all deliberate.

Just to feel Immortal Sister’s touch a little longer.

To breathe in that intoxicating, unique fragrance a little more.

The two were lost in their intimate master-disciple demonstration.

Neither noticed the pair of eyes currently locked onto them with murderous intensity.

Chen Xueli—who had broken through to Golden Core and rushed back without a single day of rest.

Two whole months apart—she had missed Su Wanqing so much she was going insane!

And the moment she returned?

This was the scene that greeted her.

“Tch—”

Crack!

Chen Xueli crushed the tree trunk beside her with one hand, teeth gritted so hard they might shatter.

She nodded slowly, a terrifying smile on her face, voice dripping with danger:

“Very… very good. Such deep master-disciple affection—”

Chen Xueli had officially lost her mind.

How had her home been stolen in just two months?!