CHAPTER 52
Qinghan's Offering Dance
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Heh, isn't the Master supposed to remain unmoved by temptation?
Aren't you the one who can't handle it?
Right now, the Master's eyes can't leave Qinghan for even a moment~
Su Cheng was completely numb!
【Su Cheng! You deserve to die! Stop looking!】
【She truly is beautiful…】
【Su Cheng! You're her master! How could you scrutinize your disciple like that?】
【A national disaster! What master could resist such temptation? At least change clothes before dancing!】
【Where did she learn this dance? Is it from Douyin?】
【Way too awkward…】
Pure moonlight bathed Ye Qinghan's snow-white skin, tracing her alluring silhouette through sheer fabric.
To the music emanating from the magical artifact, Ye Qinghan swayed her waist, dancing solely to capture her master's gaze.
She didn't seek to possess her master, nor was she in a hurry. This so-called groundwork was merely to ensure she wasn't seen as just a disciple in her master's eyes. She needed her master to understand that she could also be a worthy dao companion.
Thus, patience was essential. As a top predator, cool calculation mattered far more than hunting techniques.
She would blur the boundaries of intimacy without crossing the line, dissolve the clarity of master-disciple relations, and plunge her master into utter ruin.
Perhaps in Dongfang Jue's eyes, or those of others, the Master was unattainable. For the right price, becoming the Master's plaything was merely a matter of words.
But Ye Qinghan wanted more than that. She wanted the Master to love her!
So unless the Master claimed her, she would endure—even if it meant suppressing her innate allure to become the ascetic-style First Disciple!
This ironclad rule was long etched into the Master's training manual! No tactic could ever violate this commandment!
Fox ears peeked out from her crown, her tail gently lifting her skirt. Her seductive, sensual dance, accompanied by the release of her demonic essence, was utterly captivating.
"Qinghan?"
Ye Qinghan didn't pause. Though her Master called her name, she already knew what he would say—words that could wait until after this dance.
Though Su Cheng had only taken a few sips at Ye Qinghan's insistent urging, he now felt as if fire burned within him.
Only when the dance concluded did Ye Qinghan smile and return to her seat beside her master, leaning close to inhale his distinctive scent.
"Master, how did Qinghan dance?"
"Very well. You have a kind heart."
"Then Qinghan will dance for you often from now on!"
【Whoa… You're turning this dance into a sniper mission for your master! That's unnecessary!】
The moment Ye Qinghan struck her pose, Su Cheng began aiming his sniper rifle. Even now, breathing in that innate, alluring scent, his heart still burned with desire.
Glancing at Ye Qinghan leaning beside him, he casually flicked up her sleeve. Sure enough, the bracelet she wore wasn't the Lust-Suppressing Bracelet—it was some knockoff from who knows where!
【It looks pretty convincing though! Does she know this bracelet suppresses demonic nature? That shouldn't be possible!】
【How should I put this? I can hardly say I harbored ill intentions toward my disciple the moment I saw her!】
【I'll find time to ask tomorrow. Now doesn't seem like the right moment…】
Don't worry, Qinghan won't give Master a chance to ask. Hehe.
Ye Qinghan lay in her master's embrace, pondering what kind of technique the "Sniper" was. She'd heard of the Heavenly Demon Palm and the Heaven-Splitting Finger, but never of a "Sniper"…
Now that Master had attained cultivation, he could discern the spiritual essence of magical treasures. It seemed impossible to deceive him with counterfeits…
And to think I had Xu Zhanfeng make me an exact replica! Seems like a waste of effort.
As for evil intentions? Ye Qinghan felt she was the one who harbored them the moment she saw her master…
Days passed swiftly, and the Ling Mountain Martial Arts Competition drew near.
Ye Qinghan had signed up early. He'd even heard that this year's prizes included many treasures, and even sect bonuses!
Heh, that was definitely worth attending!
According to the rules, each sect could only send a maximum of three disciples. Ye Qinghan simply filled in three names all by himself!
Ye Qinghan, Ye Xiaohan, Ye Shihan.
She didn't care much—it just meant fighting a few more matches. As long as she could get the bonus, that was all that mattered! Treasures and such were irrelevant!
Ye Qinghan was confident she could take first place!
Ye Xiaohan and Ye Shihan would take second and third? Anyway, would the prize money be too much?
Even before reaching Ling Mountain, the grandeur of this martial contest was palpable. Not only sects from the Southern Domain, but prodigies from all corners of the world were eager to make their mark. Inns surrounding Ling Mountain were packed to the rafters.
Dingzhou City lay not far from Ling Mountain. Ye Qinghan and his master decided to settle there first. Since the competition wasn't until tomorrow, they figured they might as well explore the city.
"Master, would you like some candied hawthorn?"
"You're the one who wants some, aren't you!"
"Hehe, so… Master, do you want some?" Ye Qinghan's mischievous expression drew the attention of passersby, who paused to watch.
"Shiyao wants sugar-coated hawthorn too! Elder Shi, please buy one for Shiyao! Please, please!"
Hearing that voice, Ye Qinghan's fox-like eyes twitched…
Damn it. She’d had a bad feeling last night, and sure enough!
With this kid around, it was bound to happen…
"Master Su, how about buying Jue'er a sugar-coated hawthorn too? What do you say?"
Damn it! I should've never joined this damn martial arts competition!
I could've used that time to wipe out the Liu family instead—same payoff!
Ye Qinghan and her master both grimaced, forcing smiles as they greeted Dongfang Jue…
"Miss Dongfang, you're here too." As Su Cheng spoke, he began to scrutinize the figure beside Dongfang Jue. This person wore silver-white battle armor, possessed striking features, and radiated an aura of lethality, like a general undefeated on the battlefield.
"Master Su, it's been a while. This is my personal guard," Dongfang Jue waved her hand. Though the guard remained silent, he bowed respectfully.
"Sister Qinghan! Sister Qinghan! Shiyu is here!" The little fool bounced up and down, feeling as though something terrible would burst out if her robe weren't wrapped so tightly around her.
Ye Qinghan was utterly numb! This kid was embarrassing her to no end: "I see you! Stop shouting so loudly!"
"Sis Qinghan, what flavor is this? Can Shiyu try some?"
"All these candied haws taste the same. Eat your own!"
"But Sister Qinghan's looks tastier than mine."
Li Shiyu practically pressed her face against Ye Qinghan's sugar-coated hawthorn, drool practically dripping…
If Ye Qinghan didn't know this kid was a complete fool, she'd never believe he was the Sacred Maiden of Holy Mountain.
"No way. My master bought these for me."
After saying that, Ye Qinghan felt utterly foolish! Talking to this kid made her sound like a complete idiot herself!
Shi Mingyi beside them also looked troubled. Why did this little brat have to take a liking to Sister Qinghan?
"Miss Qinghan, please forgive me. It's my Holy Mountain…"
"Elder Shi, there's no need to apologize. Sister Shiyao has a kind heart and a pure mind. I like her very much."
"The Holy Maiden herself deeply cares for Miss Qinghan. That someone wishes to be her friend brings our Holy Mountain great joy."
Ye Qinghan didn't press further. Truthfully, she found it hard to imagine anyone resisting befriending someone with Li Shiyao's personality!
But did that imply Shi Yao had few friends? As long as this girl didn't come to trouble her master, looking out for her wouldn't be a problem.
Ye Qinghan looked thoroughly reluctant, but she still handed over the candied hawthorn while speaking.
"You're hopeless. You can only have a tiny bite—this was bought for me by my master."
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