Chapter 8 Beauty Beyond Compare

Qingyun Mountain, Dazhu Peak.

At this moment, the two people who had been sweetly leaning against each other under the pavilion had long since separated. Due to the recent increase in affairs at Qingyun Sect, coupled with the chaos caused by the matter of Fox Ridge Mountain, everyone, from elite disciples to elders, was overworked. They were running around in the mortal world, investigating various incidents involving monsters harming people, and delving into other paranormal events. Even if they had three heads and six arms, it would be as if they were trying to move mountains, and taking a moment to relax was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Not to mention the heads of the seven peaks; although they rarely left their residences, they still had to teach the disciples to respect their teachers, uphold righteousness, administer justice impartially, and support the weak! They also had to carefully instruct on various matters related to cultivation, apart from Dazhu Peak!

The Little Bamboo Peak now boasted many talented individuals, with outstanding female disciples emerging one after another like bamboo shoots after rain, rising rapidly and becoming the second strongest peak of Qingyun Sect, nearly rivaling Tongtian Peak in comprehensive strength. They had become an undeniable force.

In particular, Ye Qingshuang, a direct disciple of Lu Xueqi, excelled in every competition and consistently ranked in the top three. As for Zhao Mutou from Dazhu Peak, just winning in the preliminary rounds was already a remarkable achievement. It was only a step away from performing miracles and receiving congratulations from the ancestors. Only Song Darenyin sat on the judge's seat with a black face, icy and unmoving, and a fierce and murderous look, as if he wanted to kill someone to calm the anger in his heart.

Only Wen Min sat beside him, comforting him in various ways. Otherwise, they would have already brought out the Ten Tigers to challenge the opponents, displaying a show of force against the weak. The other elders of the sect felt too embarrassed to speak up, fearing to offend the Song Darenyin couple due to their formidable cultivation. They could only smile secretly!

The disciple who had just defeated Zhao Mutou quickly helped him up and apologized, "Junior Brother, I didn't mean to defeat you!" Just as well, but as soon as he spoke, Song Darenyin's face turned red with anger in an instant. He summoned the Ten Tigers, raging with fury, and even Wen Min had a hard time holding him back!

The disciple had already fled in terror, disappearing into the crowd, leaving no trace. Meanwhile, Zhao Mutou on the stage could only awkwardly smile, easing the tension, which caused the audience to burst into laughter. Now, Song Darenyin finally understood the feelings of his master, Tian Buyi, when he urged us to win a few more matches back then. He was feeling a mixture of emotions, uneasy and restless, like he was walking on thin ice, and if he couldn't express his anger, he could only curse loudly.

Song Darenyin glanced angrily at Zhao Mutou, then turned his head without a word and summoned the Ten Tigers, flying towards Dazhu Peak, with Wen Min closely following behind.

When the slender figure in white returned to Little Bamboo Peak, her eyes were red, and clear tear streaks were visible beneath her cold corners of the eyes. Yet her cherry lips were adorned with a faint smile, like a flower or a moon, leaving people puzzled. At this moment, Lu Xueqi had an indescribable sense of beauty, as if from poetry and painting, touching the hearts of others and making them cherish her.

"Bang, bang..." A hurried knocking came from outside the door. Lu Xueqi had just returned from Dazhu Peak, and the chair hadn't even cooled down when someone came to visit at the hour of the tiger (3-5 a.m.).

Lu Xueqi furrowed her delicate eyebrows. As she gently pushed open the door latch with her fair jade hands, two wooden doors gradually revealed a young girl dressed in a pink lotus pleated skirt. Her eyes were like cut water, adorned with a teardrop mole, and she had a charming demeanor and flawless skin. Her facial features were exquisite, like finely carved jade without blemishes. Her three thousand strands of hair flowed down her waist like a waterfall, with ribbons tied at the temples, giving her a charming appearance. This person was none other than Lu Xueqi's personal disciple, Ye Qingshuang.

Lu Xueqi glanced at Ye Qingshuang lightly, then turned her body, fearing that she would see her embarrassed state. After all, there were still traces of tears in her eyes that she hadn't had time to wipe away, so she pretended to be cold: "Qingshuang, it's almost dawn. Why haven't you rested yet? What brings you here to see your master?"

Seeing Lu Xueqi acting so coyly, Ye Qingshuang was sure that something indescribable had happened!

Driven by curiosity, Ye Qingshuang pretended to be mysterious and probed her master's mood. She smirked: "Master, Shuang'er just returned from the family and happened to pass by Heyang City to buy some delicious treats for you. Who knew your house was dark and you were nowhere to be found? After asking your junior sisters, we found out that you had gone to Dazhu Peak for dinner, saying that the senior brother had returned and you went there to reunite. Although Master has taken me to Dazhu Peak several times, it's not appropriate for a young girl like me to go there alone. Then, I couldn't sleep and kept tossing and turning. When I saw the oil lamp light up in your room, I knew you had come back."

Ye Qingshuang then pulled out a beautifully crafted box from her embrace, engraved with the words "Imperial Pastry House.". It contained Sakura Cakes, which Ye Qingshuang had recently taken a liking to. Since the taste was good, she brought a box for her master to taste.

Then, Ye Qingshuang made a graceful turn and ran to Lu Xueqi, holding the Sakura Cakes in her hands. She bent down slightly, aiming her eyes at her master, carefully observing her facial expressions.

Lu Xueqi, with her eyes full of affection, looked charming and beautiful, like a tender and loving wife. But she couldn't escape Ye Qingshuang's sharp eyes. There was a tiny teardrop glistening at the corner of her master's eyes, shining like a gem under the lamp light.

Lu Xueqi took the box of Sakura Cakes, feeling quite happy: "Qingshuang, you're very considerate. It's late now, so go back and rest early."

Ye Qingshuang replied with an "Hmm" and turned to leave.

At this moment, Ye Qingshuang couldn't suppress her angry heart anymore. After all, she had never seen her master shed a tear since childhood. She anxiously asked, "Master, did the senior brother from Dazhu Peak bully you and make you angry? Shall I teach him a lesson for you?"

"Ah!" Lu Xueqi was startled by her words.

Lu Xueqi quickly composed herself and gazed at Ye Qingshuang, who was still a naive girl. She smiled gently and reached out to touch Ye Qingshuang's tender and juicy cheeks. "Silly child, what nonsense are you thinking? How could your master be bullied? It's just that there are some things you don't understand yet. You'll know when you meet someone you truly love."

Lu Xueqi couldn't possibly tell Ye Qingshuang about what had just happened. After all, she had shared a passionate kiss with Zhang Xiaofan! Thinking back to that scene, Lu Xueqi couldn't help blushing, her cheeks turning red again, looking cute and charming.

Seeing her master's shy appearance, Ye Qingshuang suddenly realized that it was about love. She was still young and hadn't experienced it yet, so how could she understand the love and hatred of the adult world?

Ye Qingshuang looked embarrassed: "Master, my clothes haven't been aired yet. I'll go back first." With that, she swiftly disappeared, leaving behind a faint fragrance of a young girl lingering in the room, gradually dissipating with the passage of time.

Ye Qingshuang blushed and ran back to her room, muttering to herself, "If it weren't for that annoying senior uncle, why would I be in front of my master? What a mess, hmph! Annoying, senior uncle! I'm not done with you." With that said, Ye Qingshuang buried her head and fell asleep.

Lu Xueqi withdrew her gaze and looked at the box of Sakura cakes, still warm. She said gently, "Silly girl."