55 The Evil Master 06
◎Pregnant. ◎
The night was deep, the spiritual energy of Yuqing Mountain was thick, and the sound of sticky water gradually subsided along with the restless chirping of insects outside the house.
The woman looked extremely tired, her slightly damp black hair stuck to her snow-white neck and back, her soft palms rested on the broad, solid chest, her eyes were hazy, her red lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing softly.
The rich fragrance of gardenia permeates the space covered by layers of golden gauze curtains.
In the pitch-black night, the woman's snow-white skin was clearly visible, and her slender waist swayed gracefully, like a witch who sucked people's essence.
At a certain moment, she raised her thin neck like a dying white swan, and finally lost all her strength and fell down.
She lay lazily on the man's chest, her plump rosy lips open, her breath as sweet as orchid, and her rosy face was full of satisfied charm.
The heartbeat under her ear was disordered and Xixuan's breathing was rapid. Apart from a slightly red face, her indifferent expression was the same as usual, but those big hands, which seemed slightly hot, were still tightly gripping her waist.
On the surface, he seemed not to be immersed in this joy, but in fact, he stayed here every night, just like an ordinary couple in the mortal world.
Perhaps even Xixuan himself did not realize that the thing he had never been keen on was now gradually becoming addictive.
Her body pressed tightly against his sweat-soaked skin, moving like a soft snake. Su Yanmei moved slightly closer, held his face, stuck out her pink tongue, and kissed him tenderly.
There is astonishing charm between her eyebrows and eyes. When she flirts with her eyes, there is a glow flowing, like an enchanting fairy in a storybook.
Xixuan's breathing became heavier for a moment.
The hands around his wife's slender waist gradually turned into a hug, and finally he almost completely embedded his wife in his arms.
Every time after practicing dual cultivation with Xi Xuan, a Hedao cultivator, Su Yanmei's body would become more relaxed, and the spiritual energy filling it would make her feel warm and comfortable.
I feel that the effect of dual cultivation is slowly healing my damaged body. Although the process is slow, it is better than nothing.
She was full, and afterwards she kissed and pulled away naturally, without caring about his reaction. She hugged the thin blanket that was warm in winter and cool in summer and planned to go to sleep.
Xi Xuan lay flat on the ground, breathing quietly. He looked like someone had been toyed with and thrown aside. Even his underwear was wet.
The white inner garment fell to the ground beside the couch. Xi Xuan turned sideways and hugged his wife, whose back was facing him. Thinking about what happened to Ji Zongxue during the day, he suddenly said, "Yan Mei, we have been husband and wife for more than two hundred years."
The woman being hugged hummed.
"It's been a hundred years since you picked up those two children. Do you remember? You picked them up but didn't accept them as disciples, so you just registered them under my name." Xi Xuan smiled, as if it were an ordinary couple's night talk. "Zhao Lin has a good talent for Taoism and practices diligently. If he doesn't understand something, he will come to Yuqing Mountain to ask for advice. Zong Xue is in poor health and has a more withdrawn personality. He only dedicates himself to studying formations. Apart from the first few years after coming to Xihe Sect, he would occasionally come to Yuqing Mountain to see me. In the past hundred years, he hasn't come again."
"But after all, he is the disciple you entrusted to me. If he doesn't come, I, as his master, can only come down the mountain occasionally and give him some pointers when the time is right."
After a pause, Xi Xuan naturally said, "Yan Mei, Zong Xue is a very talented kid. I haven't taught him much, but your skills in formations are not inferior to mine. Have you ever thought about taking him in as your disciple?"
There was no response in the darkness.
After a moment, a light sigh was heard from the front: "That child is already in the Nascent Soul stage, and I am only in the Spiritualization stage. How long can I teach him?"
At that time, he did not know the original body of the two children's talent in cultivation, so he did not accept them as disciples. Instead, he registered them under Xi Xuan's name because he was afraid that it would delay the future of the two children.
She is forever stuck in the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. She is a cultivator with no future. How can she teach a disciple?
It was originally a test, but when his wife talked about the cultivation level of the God Transformation, Xixuan's guilt was about to overflow. He hugged her tightly and whispered sorry.
Back in the fairy secret realm, if his wife had not saved him, she would not have been seriously injured, let alone fallen from the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. Now, more than two hundred years have passed, and her cultivation level can only be maintained at the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
After they got married, they seemed to have forgotten the past and hadn't mentioned it for many years.
Xixuan also thought he was about to forget.
But in fact, whenever I mention it, all the memories become clearer than ever.
He felt guilty towards her.
Knowing that she liked him, he married her.
The children he brought back were registered under his name, and he took on the responsibility of a master and taught them seriously.
All the rare items sent to Xihe Sect will be delivered to her first for her to choose from.
Xixuan tried his best to make amends.
Only then did he realize that there was no way to make amends. The sister who had been so proud and rampant in the sect, the one whom his master loved the most and often praised... because of him, she had completely lost the opportunity to continue her cultivation.
Xixuan buried his face in her creamy back and hugged her silently.
Feeling the cold wetness on her back, Su Yanmei's body stiffened, and then gradually relaxed. She glanced at the progress bar of the heart-wrenching main task, and soon closed her eyes and fell asleep.
…
On the second day, Yuqing Mountain announced to the public that Venerable Xixuan was in long-term meditation and there was no need to disturb him unless there was something urgent.
In fact, Xixuan and his wife lived the life of an ordinary couple in Yuqing Mountain.
He does whatever his wife says.
There are many spiritual beasts and fairy beasts in the mountains. Occasionally, if one or two of them get lost and run in, Xi Xuan will catch them to please his wife.
Most of these spiritual beasts and fairy beasts are round and cute. Su Yanmei will let them go after feeding them for a day or two.
Because of the spiritual energy that lingers around day and night, Yuqing Mountain is like a fairyland with many strange and unique scenery.
For example, at night, the cliff edge is filled with spiritual energy, and the upside-down waterfall sparkles with star-like brilliance, rushing down like a brilliant Milky Way running across the sky.
Yuqing Mountain is located at the spiritual eye of the spiritual vein. When the spiritual energy is at its peak in the early morning, even the sky will faintly appear purple.
There is also a emerald green lake in the mountains. There are many fish in the lake. Among them is a kind of fish with a slender body and a silvery-white body. It has few bones and tastes extremely delicious.
Even in the sweltering summer, the area near the lake is cool and refreshing, hidden by trees and mountain walls.
The lakeside is covered with yellow-green calamus and clusters of pale purple irises. Many small spirit beasts are drinking water with their heads down.
Su Yanmei sat in the shade on the shore, looking at Xi Xuan who had taken off his shoes and socks, rolled up his sleeves, and went into the water to catch fish, while casually stroking a red panda that was drinking water.
There is a bamboo forest nearby, with many giant pandas and red pandas in it.
Life in Yuqing Mountain is peaceful, and the red panda is not afraid of people. It put its front paws on her arm and made a clear sound similar to a bird's song. Su Yanmei casually fed it a wild fruit, and the red panda grabbed it in one bite and ran away, dragging its big brown and white furry tail.
On the other side, Xixuan had already caught some fish, brought them ashore, built a fire, and grilled the fish for her.
In the world of immortal cultivation, Jindan cultivators can fast for a short period of time. After reaching the Yuanying level, they can fast completely and will no longer feel hungry.
However, not being hungry is one thing, and being greedy is another.
When she was a mortal, she was a good seedling found by the senior brothers and sisters sent out by the Xihe Sect. She was used to eating grains, and she did not change even after becoming the wife of the Venerable.
Xi Xuan has the blood of the phoenix and has been carefully raised since childhood. Before fasting, he would not drink anything but sweet springs and would not eat anything but solid food. He was extremely particular about it.
He has never been interested in these worldly things.
But because the couple spent every day together, Xixuan gradually learned to cook his wife's favorite meals and would occasionally eat with her.
It's like a fairy from high above has come down to earth.
The aroma of grilled fish gradually filled the air. The fish skin was roasted to a slightly yellow color, crispy and fragrant, and the snow-white fish meat inside was so tender that it almost made your tongue fall off.
Su Yanmei was used to enjoying her husband's care. She ate one grilled fish after another. Finally, when she was so full that she could not walk, she asked him to carry her back.
Walking in the forest where insects chirped and birds sang, the woman felt like she was back home. She looked very happy.
Xixuan, who was holding her, also cherished this moment of peace.
The Venerable accompanied his wife attentively, and the deep affection between them was unknown to outsiders, but the maid in Yuqing Mountain who was responsible for the daily life of the master knew it clearly.
Among them was a maid who was not able to serve closely and was only responsible for sweeping the courtyard. She was bribed by Yan Yingchan and often passed on news about Venerable Xixuan to her.
Yan Yingchan, who was still under house arrest and lived at the foot of Yuqing Mountain, was so angry when she learned that the relationship between her master and his mistress was getting deeper and deeper that she smashed everything in the house.
In the past month, the master has not come to see her once. It must be the master's wife who is interfering and not allowing the master to come.
Yan Yingchan was resentful when Su Yanmei punished her to go to the Ten Thousand Thunder Territory that day, so she decided to take advantage of the situation and injured her arm, hoping that her master would be more sympathetic to her.
Who would have thought that he would be exposed in front of his master's wife.
When Yan Yingchan was severely punished by her master, she did not feel hatred, but only unbearable heartache.
How could Master treat her like that...
Now, the master didn't come to see her, but was always with the master's wife. It was clear that in the more than a year since he accepted her as his disciple, he had rarely seen the master's wife.
He had no feelings for his master's wife, so why would he suddenly go in and out with her?
Is it because she made a mistake and Master is taking the punishment for her?
Yan Yingchan, whose mind was full of random thoughts, could no longer bear it and just wanted to go find her master to ask for clarification.
There were still three days left before the end of the house arrest, but Yan Yingchan couldn't wait any longer. She pretended to be sick and asked someone to ask her master to come and see her.
However, Xixuan did not come, but a pharmacist came.
Yan Yingchan was so angry that she smashed all the porcelain bottles in the room and felt a strong resentment towards her master's wife who had usurped her master's power.
It was obvious that the master didn't like her, but she still wanted to force the master to stay and not let him come to see her.
If Su Yanmei had not been born more than three hundred years earlier than her and had not met her master earlier, it would be hard to say who would have taken the position of master's wife!
Yan Yingchan was so angry that she couldn't sleep. She paced back and forth in the room. Finally, she thought of a way to see her master overnight.
So, on the second day after the house arrest, the attendant in charge of guarding outside the window led her to the Wanlei Realm, and Yan Yingchan took the opportunity to go out and used the magic weapon given by her master to escape from the Xihe Sect.
The news of Yan Yingchan's escape and disappearance was quickly reported to Yuqing Mountain.
It was just dawn and Su Yanmei was still asleep. When she was woken up, Xixuan was getting dressed by the couch.
Noticing that his wife had opened her eyes hazily, Xi Xuan leaned over and kissed her forehead: "I'll be back soon."
Su Yanmei didn't say whether it was okay or not. The man who was originally beside the couch had already put on his clothes and walked out quickly.
After Xixuan's figure disappeared, she blinked, her eyes full of clarity. A bird with bright green feathers appeared out of thin air, flapped its wings, and flew away from her shoulder in an instant.
…
Yan Yingchan's cultivation level is barely at the foundation-building stage, her spiritual energy is low, and she cannot use many magical instruments.
When bestowing upon her various magical instruments with different effects, Xi Xuan specially branded the instruments, suppressing some of their abilities so that Yan Yingchan could use them.
It was precisely because of these marks that Xixuan could accurately sense where she had gone.
Yan Yingchan did not escape, but ran to the outside of Xihe Sect, to a mountain not far from the human town.
In the distance was the bustling Qingxi Town, where Xixuan had come when he accompanied her to watch the lanterns.
Thanks to Yan Yingchan's constant persuasion, they watched the lanterns for three consecutive days and bought a villa in the mountains for rest.
From then on, whenever she had time, Yan Yingchan would clamor to go out and play, and they stayed in the mountain villa more and more often.
Only the master and the disciple lived in that villa. Yan Yingchan said more than once that she liked it very much and that this was a place that belonged only to her and her master.
This time, the place indicated by the imprint of the flying magic weapon was that villa.
Xi Xuan used his Taoist magic to shrink the distance to an inch, and in a moment, he arrived at the mountain.
In the blink of an eye, he was standing outside the vermilion gate of the villa.
Half of the door was ajar. Xi Xuan pushed it open and went in. Yan Yingchan, who had been waiting for him in the yard, was sitting on a stone bench with her eyes red from crying.
Seeing the golden figure she had been thinking about day and night, the girl ran over, her bright yellow dress fluttering, and she fell into his arms like a butterfly.
She grabbed his clothes and cried bitterly, her voice choking with sobs: "Master, don't you want me anymore?"
Xi Xuan said nothing, put his hands on her shoulders, and tried to push her away.
Unexpectedly, Yan Yingchan hugged his waist first, buried her head in his arms, and all her tears rubbed against his clothes: "Master, Master, I miss you so much, don't push me away."
Xi Xuan frowned, called her name, and reminded her calmly: "Yan Yingchan, I am your master."
The girl trembled, and without him pushing her, she lowered her head and quietly stepped back.
After she had put some distance between herself and Xi Xuan, she turned away her tear-red face and said, as if complaining to her lover, with a tone not without jealousy, "Master, why did you come to see me? Aren't you so sweet with Master's Wife?"
When Su Yanmei was mentioned, Xi Xuan used his spiritual energy to cleanse the filth on his body and even took a step back.
Yan Yingchan turned her head away, not noticing this, and continued to talk to herself, "I was injured, and Master didn't come to see me once. During the month of house arrest, Master didn't even bother to pay any attention to me. It's amazing that Master still remembers me as his disciple."
As she spoke, Yan Yingchan's tears fell again. She raised her hand, twisted up her sleeves, and wiped them with a wronged look.
She looks like a cute little girl who can't stand being blamed.
Or rather, she was originally a little girl.
He is only seventeen years old this year.
He might have been soft-hearted in the past, but this time, Xi Xuan looked indifferent and unmoved.
"If you make a mistake, you must be punished." He said calmly, "I was too indulgent in you before."
Yan Yingchan paused in wiping her tears, her eyes widened in surprise, and she flung away her sleeves. Her pretty face flushed red, perhaps from anger or crying.
She cried until her nose turned red. She looked like a flower swaying in the wind, fragile and helpless. Her voice was tender, as if she had been betrayed by her lover. She said with a look of despair, "Master, are you really going to be so cruel to me?"
Xixuan frowned even tighter, and this time, he stepped back to avoid the other person's outstretched hand.
Yan Yingchan couldn't help crying even harder.
Even though the girl was crying like this, her pretty face was still tearful, which easily aroused the sympathy of others. She looked at him with a sad and helpless look, as if he was the only person in the world she could rely on.
Very strange.
In the past, when he saw such a dependent look in her eyes, he would easily feel sorry for her. After being begged a few more times, he would give in and indulge her again and again.
But now, even seeing Yan Yingchan crying like this, Xixuan did not feel any extra emotions in his heart, just like the calm surface of a lake, without any ripples.
Just like the venerable figure he always seemed to be in front of everyone, Xi Xuan spoke indifferently, "Anyone who makes a mistake will be punished. No one from the Xihe Sect is exempt from this."
"Yan Yingchan, if you still want to be my disciple, then return to the sect and enter the Ten Thousand Thunder Realm. When you overcome it, you can come out again."
Master's repeated indifference and ruthlessness made Yan Yingchan forget to cry.
She stared at him blankly, and finally revealed an expression that seemed to be both crying and laughing: "You and Master's wife have reconciled, right?"
Like a broken jar, Yan Yingchan pointed to the courtyard behind her and said, "Every flower, tree, grass, and plant here, as well as the utensils and decorations in the room, were all selected by my master with me."
"Master, you accompanied me down the mountain to play and stayed with me here. We spent so many wonderful times here, but now you say you want to expel me from the sect." Tears streamed down her face. "Master, you are so cruel. Aren't you afraid that Master's Wife will find out?"
Xi Xuan was slightly stunned, that gentle face flashing through his mind, and his voice turned cold: "Yan Yingchan, you know very well that between us, we are just master and disciple."
The girl smiled with tears in her eyes and said, "Yes, it's the master and apprentice who spends all day with his apprentice instead of his wife."
Xixuan closed his eyes.
He didn't say anything else.
Perhaps because he was too immersed in this matter, Xi Xuan did not notice that a blue bird that had disappeared was secretly watching them.
*
When Xixuan returned to Yuqing Mountain, the afterglow in the sky had completely disappeared, and a dark color gradually enveloped the area.
He followed the winding mountain road up, and when he returned to his residence, it was completely dark.
The lights were on in the room, and the figures were clearly reflected.
He walked over and couldn't help but quicken his pace without even realizing it.
When I pushed the door open, Su Yanmei was leaning over the table, flipping through a book on pharmacy.
Seeing Xixuan, she lowered her gaze, continued flipping through the book, and asked casually, "Did you find the person?"
Xixuan nodded.
He walked in, took off his coat, and washed his hands in the basin on the shelf.
"Where did you find it?"
Xi Xuan paused in washing his hands, subconsciously covering up, "Yingchan has a bad temper. She wanted to avoid punishment, so she ran to Qingxi Town outside the mountain gate."
After he finished speaking, the room fell into silence, with only the subtle sound of flipping pages from time to time.
Perhaps because he felt guilty, or perhaps because he couldn't stand the silence, Xi Xuan called her, "Yan Mei?"
The wife did not respond.
Looking at his wife's quiet profile, Xixuan's heartbeat suddenly quickened and he felt a little uneasy.
He called her again.
It seemed as if she had to respond.
The woman at the table sighed softly, closed the book, looked up, her clear eyes like a lake of clean and transparent water.
"Brother, do you know?" she said, "I was worried about your little disciple, so I asked the blue bird to go out and look for him."
Xixuan's uneasy premonition finally turned into reality.
Looking into Su Yanmei's clear eyes, they both knew what was going on without needing to say anything.
That handsome face instantly lost its color. Xixuan looked at her, feeling a little flustered.
Su Yanmei didn't look at him again. She just stuffed the pharmaceutical book into the cabinet, walked around him and got on the couch.
The woman was sleeping quietly on the inside with her back to him.
I don’t know when it started, but my wife, who always faced me, would turn her back to him, as if in silent resistance.
And this resistance became a reality when Xixuan hugged her from behind.
She said, "Brother, I don't want you to touch me."
Xi Xuan was silent for a moment, curled his fingers slightly, and gently withdrew his hand that was on her waist.
From that night on, the originally harmonious atmosphere of Yuqing Mountain suddenly became tense.
Su Yanmei completely ignored Xi Xuan, and even when they slept in the same bed at night, they kept to themselves.
Xixuan had never experienced such indifference before.
He knew that he had made a mistake because of a momentary lapse of judgment.
But he didn't know how to resolve it.
The colder Su Yanmei became, the more Xi Xuan followed her closely. He felt extremely anxious and wanted to break the deadlock, but he didn't know how.
He could feel his emotions fluctuating, but he simply attributed it to his wife's indifference.
During this period, Yan Yingchan finished her punishment in the Ten Thousand Thunder Realm and came to thank her master and his wife for helping her overcome her fear of heavenly thunder.
Looking at the girl's devoted gaze on her side, Su Yanmei stood up considerately and wanted to make room for them.
Xixuan took the initiative to hold her back.
"Master, since my master's wife is busy, please don't disturb her." The girl said with a smile after bowing respectfully.
"Yan Mei." Xi Xuan looked at her, his eyes full of disbelief.
Is the wife going to push him out?
Su Yanmei's indifference over the past few days hadn't caused him to lose control. But her actions today completely threw him off his composure, and he gripped her arm tightly, not letting go.
"Master." Yan Yingchan wanted to pull him away.
But before he could touch her, Xi Xuan dodged her. He looked at his wife stubbornly, with a hint of tears in his golden eyes, and for the first time, he showed a look of hurt.
Yan Yingchan was determined to separate them, but just as she touched her master's sleeve, her master suddenly fell down without any warning.
Looks like he's dizzy.
However, even if a powerful being in the Hedao stage is struck by the thunder of tribulation and blood is everywhere, it is impossible for him to be seriously injured to faint.
How could Master be unconscious?
While Yan Yingchan was lost in thought, Su Yanmei had already taken his pulse.
Even though she had already felt his pulse and knew Xixuan was pregnant, Su Yanmei still showed an expression of extreme astonishment. Then she said in a hurried tone, "Quick! Go and get the Grand Elder!"
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