If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Rest day.

Mo Chengyue changed into the most ordinary inner disciple's clothes of the Hehuan Sect, the kind that would be hard to spot in a crowd.

He took a deep breath and stepped onto Qingquan Peak.

The entire mountain was permeated with a lazy atmosphere, and the spiritual energy was so rich that it was impossible to dispel it.

Yet it possesses no sharpness whatsoever, its gentle warmth making one want to lie down and take a nap right there.

There wasn't even a single gatekeeper at the entrance to the main hall.

Mo Chengyue stood respectfully outside the hall and transmitted his voice, "Disciple Mo Chengyue requests an audience with Master."

After about half an incense stick's time, a lazy, slightly sleepy nasal voice came from inside the hall.

"Come in."

Mo Chengyue pushed open the door and entered.

The hall was warm as spring, with a thick snow fox fur carpet on the floor that was so soft you could sink into it.

The air was filled with the calming scent of precious incense, and a few half-read jade slips lay scattered in the corner.

A figure leaned against the large, soft couch in the main seat.

It was Yan Chenyu.

Today she wore only a loose silk nightgown, her long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, loosely held up with a white jade hairpin.

Her face, free of makeup, was incomparably beautiful. Her half-closed eyes were misty, with a natural touch of rosy blush at the corners, exuding a captivating charm.

"You're here?"

Yan Chenyu yawned, sat up straighter, and the collar of her bathrobe slipped down, revealing a dazzling expanse of snow-white skin.

With a casual wave of her hand, an exquisite wooden box flew to Mo Chengyue's front.

"Here, this is a gift for Junior Sister Leng: a jade hairpin, a low-grade spiritual artifact. It's not valuable, but it's beautiful, so she should like it."

Mo Chengyue accepted it with both hands, keeping his head down and not daring to look at it for long.

"Yes, disciple will definitely deliver it."

"Mm." Yan Chenyu responded, but her gaze swept over him, and her handsome brows furrowed slightly.

"You're going to wear this?"

Her tone betrayed a hint of disdain.

"You represent the face of Qingquan Peak, yet you're dressed like a newly recruited servant."

"Anyone who doesn't know better would think that I, Yan Chenyu, mistreat my apprentice and can't even afford a decent set of clothes."

Mo Chengyue mentally ranted.

Sister, I'm going to my death, not to participate in a beauty pageant!

The more inconspicuous I am, the better; ideally, I should be so inconspicuous that she can't even remember who I am!

But he could only respectfully say, "This disciple will go and change it right away."

"Go on, there are clothes prepared for you in the inner room." Yan Chenyu waved her hand impatiently.

Helpless, Mo Chengyue could only carry the box into the inner room.

A moment later, he came out.

He wore a light blue brocade robe embroidered with intricate cloud patterns in silver thread, and a piece of fine, warm jade adorned his waist.

He transformed from an ordinary office worker into a refined gentleman with an air of otherworldly elegance.

"Well, at least he looks presentable."

Yan Chenyu nodded in satisfaction, but her gaze fell on the top of his head.

"It's still not quite there."

As she spoke, she took out a small wooden crown from her storage bag.

The wooden crown was carved from an unknown spiritual wood. It was dark green, with fine patterns engraved on it, and emitted a faint fragrance.

"come over."

Yan Chenyu waved to him.

Mo Chengyue's heart skipped a beat, but he still braced himself and walked over, kneeling down in front of her with his head bowed.

Yan Chenyu stood up and moved closer.

A unique scent, a blend of calming fragrance and a woman's natural body odor, instantly enveloped him.

Warm breath gently sprayed onto his head.

Mo Chengyue lowered his head, his gaze falling directly on his master's... surging breasts, which swayed slightly as he stood up.

Do not look at what is improper! Do not look at what is improper!

Amitabha Buddha, Infinite Heavenly Venerable!

He frantically chanted the Heart-Cleansing Mantra in his mind, feeling like he was about to suffocate.

Yan Chenyu gently parted his hair with her fair and slender fingers and placed the spirit wood crown firmly on his head.

The movements were gentle, with a slightly cool touch.

Right at this moment.

Mo Chengyue's mind went blank.

My body felt like it was being controlled by an invisible force.

As if possessed, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the slender waist that was so small he could barely encircle it!

It's incredibly soft to the touch.

He buried his face in that soft, fragrant place, leaned close to Yan Chenyu's ear, and whispered in a dreamlike, hoarse voice:

"Master...it smells so good..."

The air in the entire hall seemed to freeze instantly.

Yan Chenyu paused in her act of putting the crown on him.

She lowered her head, looking at the audacious disciple in her arms, a playful smile flashing in her half-closed eyes.

Instead of pushing him away, she whispered in his ear in an even more ambiguous tone.

"Oh? What, you've gotten quite the airs?"

"You even dare to plot against your own teacher?"

The warm breath blowing into his ear sent a shiver down Mo Chengyue's spine.

He suddenly came to his senses.

What...what did I just do?!

I fucking hugged my Nascent Soul stage master?! And I even said some inappropriate things?!

A chill ran from my tailbone straight up to the top of my head!

He abruptly released his grip, scrambled back a few steps, and knelt heavily on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold carpet.

"This disciple knows his mistake! This disciple deserves to die!"

It’s over.

Barbie Q is here.

This is a complete disaster.

What is performance art? This is it!

Seeing his expression of wishing he could die on the spot, Yan Chenyu finally couldn't help but burst into a hearty laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

She laughed so hard she nearly fell over, and only managed to stand by holding onto the soft couch.

"Alright, I was just kidding."

She laughed and scolded, "Look at you, so timid, your courage is smaller than a pinhead."

"Do you think my charm is just for show? With your level of self-control, you're nowhere near as good as your senior brother Xie was back then."

Mo Chengyue suddenly looked up, completely bewildered.

Enchanting magic?

Yan Chenyu leaned back lazily on the soft couch and waved her hand.

"Alright, stop kneeling, get up."

"That spiritwood crown is a defensive magic artifact that can withstand an attack from a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator. Consider it a life-saving charm for me on this mission for you."

"Go ahead, and come back soon."

Mo Chengyue got up from the ground, his mind still a complete mess.

He bowed in a daze, then turned and fled from the main hall of Qingquan Peak as if escaping.

He didn't fully wake up until he flew far away on his sword and felt the cold wind on his face.

He touched the spirit wood crown on his head.

So, everything that just happened was Master testing me?

That sixth brother!

Mo Chengyue was covered in cold sweat.

After he left, inside the main hall of Qingquan Peak, Yan Chenyu's lazy smile slowly faded.

She stretched out her finger and gently touched her earlobe, where a trace of warmth still lingered.

She looked towards the direction of Ice Soul Peak, her always half-closed eyes gleaming with a shrewdness that seemed to see through everything.

"There's juicy gossip, and indeed, there's big gossip."

……

Ice Soul Peak.

A biting wind howled in front of the mountain gate.

Two female disciples in the late Foundation Establishment stage, dressed in steward's robes, stood guard like two ice sculptures, their faces expressionless.

Their aura was cold and sharp, and their eyes locked onto anyone who approached.

"stop!"

One of them shouted sharply, directly blocking Mo Chengyue's path.

"Ice Soul Peak is under a death penalty; during the closure period, no one is allowed to enter without authorization!"

Mo Chengyue immediately stopped and bowed respectfully.

He unleashed his full acting prowess, speaking in a trembling voice tinged with awe and a hint of nervousness:

"My two senior sisters, this disciple is Mo Chengyue, a student of Elder Yan of Qingquan Peak."

"I have come on the orders of my master to present Elder Leng with a congratulatory gift."

Upon hearing the words "Elder Yan of Qingquan Peak," the two female disciples' expressions softened slightly, but remained icy.

One of them looked him up and down suspiciously, as if trying to confirm the truth of his words.

"Wait here while I go and inform them."

She coldly uttered a sentence, then turned and walked into the mountain gate.

The other person remained silent, but his scrutinizing gaze was like two ice blades, firmly fixed on Mo Chengyue, making him feel as if he had thorns in his back.

A moment later.

The female disciple who went in to report came out with a strange expression.

She glanced at Mo Chengyue and said stiffly, "The elder wants you to come in."

Mo Chengyue's heart sank. He thanked her and forced himself to go inside.

As you ascend, the entire mountain is deathly silent; apart from the sound of the wind, there is no other sound.