Pshhh—
A powerful jet of water shot out, blooming like a crystal flower at its apex, glittering in the sun.
In front of St. Freya Academy's fountain, Ye Feng watched Jingliu with delight.
"Good, good, good. Master is finally willing to join the faith."
Jingliu's personality was cold, her figure slender, and her flexibility astonishing, allowing her to perform many difficult positions.
In particular, the transcendent aura she had cultivated from years of sword practice made Ye Feng unable to resist the urge to defile her and paint her with his own colors.
Ye Feng said, "Mei is a Miko, and Elysia is a White Tiger Priestess. In that case, Master... you shall be my 'Saintess'."
"..."
Jingliu stood where she was in tacit agreement.
Ye Feng added, "Master, say something. Is it a deal or not?"
"As long as you are happy."
"Hehe, as long as I'm happy?" Ye Feng stepped forward, his gaze licking over the peerless swordswoman. "I never knew you were such an easy person, Master."
Ye Feng licked Jingliu's smooth cheek.
The swordswoman wearing the black blindfold remained impassive, as if she had already attained a transcendent state, unmoved by worldly things.
"Mm, mm, I shouldn't push you too hard, Master. Come with me, and I will now satisfy your—needs."
Ye Feng chuckled, his words dripping with the implication that Jingliu was sexually frustrated.
And she couldn't even refute it.
Because Jingliu had indeed come looking for Ye Feng to fuck her.
And the demand was—immense.
It surpassed the scope of a normal person's entire lifetime.
"Come, take my hand. Let us join this feast of pleasure together."
Ye Feng took Jingliu's hand. They walked side by side like a couple in love, arriving at a "Sect Holy Land" built amidst towering mountains.
The sect was built into the mountainside, its halls and pavilions scattered in a picturesque layout, their flying eaves and upturned corners disappearing into a sea of clouds. The green tiles and white walls glowed faintly in the morning light, as if veiled by a thin layer of gauze.
"I prepared this place especially for you, Master. It's situated right next to Taixu Mountain. Do you like it?"
To be honest, after experiencing so much, the Chinese fantasy aesthetic was still one of Ye Feng's favorites.
A flight of white jade steps snaked its way upward.
Ye Feng led Jingliu by the hand. "From now on, this will be your 'dojo', Master."
On the Xianzhou, a "dojo" typically referred to a place for cultivating techniques and sparring.
But coming from Ye Feng's mouth, Jingliu felt it had an indescribably... lewd connotation.
Jingliu silently followed Ye Feng.
She had to admit, the environment here was beautiful, like a paradise.
Strange flowers and exotic grasses covered the mountainside. Spirit springs gurgled, their sounds crisp and pleasant.
Spirit birds and exotic beasts occasionally flew past, the light flutter of their wings stirring a gentle breeze that swept up a few fallen leaves to dance in the air.
The air was filled with a faint spiritual energy. A single breath was enough to clear one's mind, making even breathing feel lighter.
The environment here was indeed very suitable for practicing the sword.
"Right? I think so too. It's a great place to practice the 'sword'."
As he said this, Ye Feng thrusted his hips.
"..."
Jingliu was speechless.
It was self-evident which "sword" this bastard was talking about.
Ye Feng led Jingliu to the back mountain of the sect. A winding stone path led into the depths. On both sides of the path stood tall, straight green pines and cypresses, their branches occasionally echoing with the crisp, pleasant songs of birds.
At the end of the path was a quiet bamboo forest. The bamboo leaves rustled as they swayed in the wind. Deep within the forest lay a secluded, small stone pool.
"Master, you may bathe and change here."
Seeing that Jingliu seemed about to enter the water as she was, Ye Feng gave her a thoughtful reminder. "Master, you need to take off your clothes to bathe. Do you need your disciple's help?"
"That won't be necessary."
Jingliu glanced at Ye Feng, then began to disrobe of her own accord.
The long robe slid down her jade-like skin, pooling at her delicate feet.
Maintaining a pure state of mind, Jingliu's flawless, fair body seemed to glow with moonlight.
She lifted her slender foot and stepped into the stone pool.
She had expected the water to be cold, but steam was actually rising from it.
Warm vapor curled up, swirling around her body like a light veil.
Ye Feng squatted by the side of the pool like a spectator, quietly admiring the beautiful sight of Jingliu bathing.
It was not until the first light of the moon appeared that Ye Feng called for Jingliu to rise.
She slowly rose from the water. Droplets slid down her jade-like skin, falling into the pool with a soft sound.
On the shore, Ye Feng had already prepared clothes for her.
It was a thin, silk robe, as light as a cicada's wing. It had an ethereal quality in the faint moonlight, its edges embroidered with delicate moon patterns that glowed softly in the night.
Jingliu calmly draped it over her body. The sash was untied, and the robe hung loosely, revealing a section of her snow-white shoulder and slender collarbone.
The nearly transparent material faintly revealed her graceful figure.
Her long hair was wet and draped over her back, the ends still dripping, making her skin look even more lustrous. Her beautiful face appeared hazy and alluring in the氤氲 vapor.
"Beautiful, truly beautiful, Master."
Ye Feng walked up, admiring his master's slender figure after her bath. "From the first moment I saw you, Master, I've wanted to [BEEP] you."
"..."
Faced with Ye Feng's utterly inappropriate words, Jingliu was as unmoved as if she were brushed by a gentle breeze.
She simply said flatly, "Can we begin?"
"Oh my, are you that impatient, Master? But not yet. There is one more ceremony."
"?"
"Come, let's go to the pavilion first."
Ye Feng led the way to a nearby pavilion and sat brazenly on the long bench.
Jingliu followed, her slender, water-stained feet treading lightly on the stone path, as if walking on clouds.
She stood silently before Ye Feng, her expression cold.
But the silk robe, as thin as a cicada's wing, enveloped such a fiery body.
And the black blindfold she wore added a different kind of beauty.
Ye Feng said seriously, "Today, we will officially hold the master-disciple ceremony."
They had done it before, but that was for "fun." This time was different; it was a real ceremony.
"Are you willing to accept me as your disciple, Master?"
Jingliu said indifferently, "Do I have a choice?"
"Of course you do."
"If you are unwilling, Master, I will leave immediately and never bother you again."
"..."
Jingliu inwardly cursed him as "shameless," but she could only agree helplessly.
"Reputation, lineage... I care for none of these things. My sword—whoever wishes to learn, I shall teach."
"Oh, you've finally agreed, Master! This is wonderful! Then, after you drink this cup of master-respecting tea, you will have to call me your disciple."
Jingliu looked at the porcelain cup in Ye Feng's hand and paused.
Why is it empty?
Ye Feng revealed his strong forearm with a wicked grin. "As for the tea... I'll have to trouble you to get it yourself, Master."