Chapter 493 467: Qing Yueqiu Awakens, Master, I Will Protect You

Little Yueqiu stared blankly. She remembered being brought back to the Xuanyuan Dao Sect by that young master in white, back to the Cold Palace Sword Mansion...

She had acknowledged him as her Master and became his first disciple.

From then on, the loneliness in her heart was filled, and she had a new pillar of support for her spirit.

In that moment, Little Yueqiu finally understood everything.

'So... Master didn't lie to me.'

'Qing Yueqiu and I are the same person.'

'We aren't completely different personalities.'

In that instant, everything clicked into place for Little Yueqiu.

In a daze, a cold sensation crept up her ankles. Little Yueqiu looked down and saw darkness surging like a tide, beginning to cover everything around her.

In her final moments of vision, she saw her Master gently stroking the top of her head, his white sleeves billowing in the wind and snow, curling into the shape of a crane's wings.

"Yueqiu, it's time for you to wake up."

"No child wants to grow up, but it's something everyone has to face."

Pei Yuhang gave a gentle smile, and then, Little Yueqiu's vision was completely swallowed by darkness.

The sound of something shattering and re-forming echoed in the void.

A halo of pearly white light appeared in the chaos.

Little Yueqiu's crimson eyes widened as she saw a silver-haired girl curled up inside a transparent cocoon appear before her.

She looked as if she had been sealed by moonlight, so beautiful and pure.

Little Yueqiu looked at the sleeping face, both familiar and strange, and knew that this was the grown-up version of herself.

That was Qing Yueqiu.

"Master needs you now... So, let me completely become you."

"It's time for me to grow up, too..."

As Little Yueqiu spoke, she gently placed her fingertips on the body of Qing Yueqiu, who was bound by strands of moonlight silk.

In an instant, a dazzling white brilliance bloomed from the point where their bodies touched.

The white light was like a bright moon rising into the sky, gradually dispelling the surrounding darkness. It transformed the desolate night, replacing the dead silence and blackness with a touch of fiery warmth.

In the white light, Little Yueqiu had vanished.

And the silk strands on Qing Yueqiu's body had completely dissolved.

She slowly opened her ruby-like eyes, and an immense Sword Qi erupted from within her.

Qing Yueqiu had completely awakened.

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「Outside.」

Dusk was settling in, and the setting sun dyed half the sky the color of blood.

A light breeze rustled through the ruins of Prince Ning's Mansion, adding to the grim, murderous atmosphere.

Little Yueqiu still lay quietly nearby, her pale face in the sunset light evoking a sense of pity and tenderness.

But before Pei Yuhang could get a better look at his disciple, his head was violently twisted, forcing him to meet the gaze of a detestable and powerful ancient demoness.

Ji Shenyun's slender, jade-like fingers crept onto Pei Yuhang's chest, her fingertips toying with the lapels of his robe.

This intense feeling of being toyed with filled Pei Yuhang with fury.

"What... what do you think you're doing!"

An unnatural flush appeared on Pei Yuhang's pale, handsome face. His brows were tightly knitted, his eyes filled with disgust and resistance.

Despite his powerlessness, he stubbornly twisted his body, trying to escape the nauseating touch.

"Hehe..."

Ji Shenyun let out a low laugh, a sound as crisp as silver bells, yet carrying an indescribable, wicked charm.

She leaned in slightly, her red lips close to Pei Yuhang's ear, her breath fragrant. "Because of your scheme, I lost quite a bit of my power."

As she spoke, her tongue inadvertently darted out to lick her thin lips, revealing two sharp canine teeth that glinted coldly in the setting sun.

Her jet-black eyes were half-lidded, like a cat that had cornered its prey, glittering with a dangerous light.

"As my prize of victory, I naturally have the right to plunder everything from you."

Before she finished speaking, her graceful body had already coiled around him like a snake.

Her slender waist pressed against Pei Yuhang's back, her red lips barely brushing against the pulsing vein in his neck. Pei Yuhang's entire body stiffened as a chill shot straight up his spine.

"Ngh—!!"

The moment her sharp canine teeth pierced his skin, Pei Yuhang threw his head back, a pained grunt escaping his throat.

His long fingers clenched into tight fists, his knuckles turning white, as fine beads of sweat broke out on his temples.

Pei Yuhang could clearly feel the pure Spiritual Qi inside him being drained away ceaselessly, like water from a broken dam.

'That's my Original Spiritual Qi as a Void Refining Great Cultivator!'

Ji Shenyun's eyes narrowed in satisfaction, her pale skin becoming rosy at a visible rate.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and a look of intoxication appeared on her face, as if she were savoring the world's most exquisite wine.

*POP~*

She finally released him, licking the corner of her mouth in satiation.

Ji Shenyun reached out and lifted Pei Yuhang's chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.

At this moment, an excited fire danced in her eyes, and even her voice carried a lazy rasp:

"As expected of the Giant Sun Saint Body, hailed since ancient times as the finest Cauldron Slave. The Spiritual Qi in your body is truly pure and delicious."

Pei Yuhang gasped weakly. He stubbornly turned his face away, his voice faint but firm, "Demoness... you won't be arrogant for long!"

"As the defeated prey, you really have no self-awareness, do you, Pei Sword Immortal."

Ji Shenyun's expression suddenly turned cold, her red lips pressing into a thin line.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes. Just as she was about to lean in and take another taste, her expression suddenly changed.

The sound of metal chains shattering and exploding rang out, and in the next moment, an aura as vast as the sea descended!

Ji Shenyun's pupils contracted violently, and her figure floated backward like a phantom.

At almost the same instant, the hemp ropes binding Pei Yuhang snapped inch by inch, turning to dust and scattering in the wind.