Chapter 510 475: Liyuan and Junior Sister Nangong, Who Is Deceiving Me?

SLAM—!!

Inside the room, Ye Liyuan slammed the Transmission Token down on the table, the tips of her cherry-pink fingers turning slightly white from the force.

"Ugh, that annoying Nangong Jin, why did she have to come back to the Sect all of a sudden!"

"She hasn't been heard from for decades, couldn't she just have disappeared for good…"

Ye Liyuan irritably ran her fingers through her cascading black hair, a few strands falling messily onto her shoulders.

As Fairy Ye, known for her demure and gentle nature, Ye Liyuan rarely lost her composure. But whenever she thought of that Junior Sister Nangong, an irrepressible irritation would swell up within her.

It could even be called disgust…

"It must be because that Nangong Jin is just so detestable!"

Ye Liyuan muttered under her breath, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the sleeve of her robe, wrinkling the fine Cloud Pattern Brocade.

Moreover, the thought of Ah Han personally escorting her back made Ye Liyuan's chest tighten.

The feeling was like having her most treasured Jade Pendant suddenly pawed at by someone detestable, leaving it covered in their clammy sweat and making her skin crawl.

"When he gets back, I have to give Ah Han a bath myself! Make him smell all fresh and clean!"

She clenched her small fists and punched the air in a huff. "I absolutely will not let Nangong Jin's scent cling to my Ah Han!"

Ye Liyuan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

The Copper Mirror in the corner of the room reflected her slightly flushed cheeks and somewhat messy bun. Ye Liyuan bit her lip, then suddenly flashed a perfect smile at the mirror.

'Since Nangong Jin insists on coming back, it's not like I have the power to bar her from the Dao Sect's gates. In that case, I might as well welcome her with grace and magnanimity!'

At this thought, Ye Liyuan immediately decided to dress herself up beautifully and face that "defeated dog" of a junior sister—the one who had lost to her decades ago—in her most perfect state!

'Hmph. I'll use this opportunity to show off my love with Ah Han right in front of her. I'll put Nangong Jin in her place and make her understand that I am the victor!'

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Ye Liyuan spent a long time carefully getting ready. When she estimated the time was right, she immediately rose and flew on her sword to the Dao Sect's entrance.

She looked at the vast Cloud Sea before her, feeling an inexplicable mix of excitement and nerves.

'Since I went into seclusion, it's been a long time since I've seen Ah Han.'

'I miss him so much...'

They say that for Dao Companions, a short separation feels even better than a honeymoon. After coming out of seclusion, there wasn't a single moment Ye Liyuan didn't want to be in Pei Yuhang's warm embrace, feeling the bliss and happiness between partners.

Now, she was about to see Ah Han, and she was naturally ecstatic. Her heart was beating so fast it felt like it would leap out of her chest.

But the Dao Sect's Spirit Wheel had yet to emerge from the Cloud Sea. Ugh, the wait was agonizing.

Ye Liyuan felt that every moment of waiting now was even longer than any day or night she had spent meditating in seclusion.

She was standing on her tiptoes out of sheer boredom when suddenly, a familiar, elegant orchid scent drifted to her nose. She turned her head slightly, her cascading black hair sliding down her shoulder.

"Miss Ji, it's been so long!"

Ji Xichan turned at the sound of her voice, her ink-black skirt blooming like a black snow lotus as she spun around.

"Fairy Ye?"

Noticing Ye Liyuan's presence, Ji Xichan subconsciously looked behind her, as if searching for a certain figure in white.

Ye Liyuan seemed to sense what Ji Xichan was looking for and immediately shook her head with a beaming smile, saying:

"Ah Han isn't here. I came to wait for him to return."

"Oh, so Peng Sword Immortal left the Sect…"

Realizing her intention of looking for Pei Yuhang had been exposed right in front of his Dao Companion, Ji Xichan pressed her lips together in embarrassment, only able to offer a dry reply.

'And… Ye Liyuan's beaming smile just now was terrifying.'

'I don't know if it's because of my own guilty conscience, but being stared at by Ye Liyuan's smiling eyes somehow made my scalp tingle and a sense of crisis rise in my heart.'

Fortunately, Ye Liyuan didn't seem to mind too much. She quickly asked, "Miss Ji, are you here waiting for someone?"

Ye Liyuan tilted her head, a little curious.

"Yes, my master told me to come to the Dao Sect's mountain gate to wait for someone. He said I must take her as my new master."

"Eh?"

Ye Liyuan raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Chen Tiansheng is actually making you take another master?"

She couldn't help but feel a little curious about this person. Who could possibly make Chen Tiansheng, the Daoist Sect's Saint Son, swallow his pride and do such a thing?

"Um, Master said her name is Nan…"

Before Ji Xichan could finish, the resounding blast of a Spirit Wheel's horn echoed from the distant Cloud Sea.

WHOOOOM—

"Ah, it's Ah Han! They're back!"

Hearing the horn, Ye Liyuan promptly forgot all about Ji Xichan, craning her neck to look at the massive vessel approaching from the distance.

Clearly, welcoming Ah Han was more important to Ye Liyuan than satisfying her curiosity!

"Miss Ji, I can't talk right now. I have to go welcome Ah Han."

Ye Liyuan waved at Ji Xichan, then joyfully ran toward the dock where the Spirit Ship would moor.

Ji Xichan pressed her lips together and watched the colossal wheel approach, murmuring, "It seems the Nangong Jin my master mentioned is also on that ship… Did she come with Peng Sword Immortal?"

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HISSS—

The Spirit Wheel, as massive as a Kun-Peng, slowly docked at the pier. Many Cultivators were already flying down from it on their swords, transforming into streaks of light as they soared into the Dao Sect.

Ye Liyuan stood at the edge of the crowd, craning her neck in anticipation, and finally saw three familiar figures disembark from the ship.

Pei Yuhang, walking at the very front, was dressed in white robes that fluttered in the wind. His features were as handsome as a painting, but his usually gentle expression now held a rare coldness.

Lu Ruoxi walked by his side, glancing at him from time to time with hidden worry in her eyes.