Chapter 221: Farewell, Master, You Are Too Bright

Chapter 221: Farewell, Master, You Are Too Bright

Under the night sky, stars were scattered like dust, and two full moons hung high, casting their luminous glow.

The bright moonlight, interwoven with starlight, bathed Qi Huangshan in a dreamy silver veil.

The battle was over. The demons and barbarians had been defeated. Now, only human cultivators remained atop the mountain.

On the mountaintop platform, more than a dozen colossal flying boats from various major sects floated silently in the air.

Below, a group of cultivators gathered, exchanging farewells. Though they came from different factions, their shared struggles in the secret realm had forged an unbreakable bond.

Amidst them, Chu Xiu and Qi Mengdie had returned.

Their presence immediately drew attention.

Whispers spread through the crowd.

Their gazes lingered on Chu Xiu, filled with awe and reverence.

No one dared to underestimate the Tai Su Saint Son anymore.

His name alone now carried undeniable weight.

Knowing that Chu Xiu was about to bid farewell, Master Baobao gave him a few final instructions before silently boarding his flying boat.

As for what was said…

It remained an unspoken understanding.

From the crowd, Ye Hongyu stepped forward.

Dressed in his usual flamboyant red robes, he smoothed his messy bangs and grinned.

"Brother Chu, this journey through the secret realm has been enlightening. I've decided to return to my clan for secluded cultivation. I won't be heading to the Southern Region for now."

Seeing his cheerful expression, Chu Xiu immediately knew—this guy must have reaped considerable rewards from the secret realm.

"Brother Ye, the mountains are high and the rivers long. We will meet again."

Ye Hongyu nodded, a rare moment of emotion flashing across his face.

"My cultivation is still too weak," he admitted with a sigh. "Otherwise, I could have seized even greater opportunities back there."

His voice carried a trace of frustration.

For someone like him—who valued treasures above all—missing out on potential gains was a tormenting thought.

Soon, Yaoguang Saint Son, Zhou Yi, and the others approached to bid their farewells.

After exchanging parting words, they each boarded their respective flying boats.

Lastly, the Saint of Yaochi stepped forward.

She gazed at Chu Xiu before softly inviting him to talk in private.

She spat.

Qi Mengdie, Qi Mengdie...

How did you end up like this?

Something is wrong with you!

Why are you so unrestrained?

No—I need to be myself again...

After thinking it over once more, she nodded firmly.

Another hour was deducted from the remaining two.

This was the greatest concession Master Baobao was willing to make, and to her, this was already the most "restrained" she could be.

Suddenly—

Her phoenix-like eyes narrowed, and her expression turned serious.

Her long black hair moved, though there was no wind.

She turned toward the cliff's edge.

What she saw made her breath hitch—

The so-called "traitor," who had just been sitting on a true gentleman's lap, was now proactively wrapping his arm around the waist of the little vixen from the Saint of Yaochi.

With his left hand, he gently lifted her veil, lowering his head...

The Saint of Yaochi's eyes widened.

A misty layer covered them as her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of crimson.

This... this was the first time she had ever experienced such a sensation.

How should she even describe it?

Her mind felt light, her body tingled, and a sweet warmth spread through her—

But wait.

Why is he so skilled?!

Luckily, cultivators didn't need to breathe, or else she might have suffocated.

The moment stretched on.

And then—

Their lips parted.

The Saint of Yaochi instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her delicate body pressed against him.

The veil still covered the upper half of her face, but the lower half—

Her red lips trembled slightly, her breath warm and fragrant, her cheeks burning.

Her beautiful eyes seemed ready to melt into liquid.

Her voice was soft, laced with grievance and embarrassment. Like a spoiled child—but also carrying a hint of anger.

"You... you... didn't you reject me before?!"

Chu Xiu chuckled darkly.

He pulled her into his embrace with unrestrained dominance.

"I, Chu Xiu, never leave empty-handed. It's not my style to refuse a delicious meal served right in front of me."

His voice dropped a note, teasing.

"Come, let's go to my flying boat."

The Saint of Yaochi's body trembled in embarrassment, going limp in his arms.

"No, next time, next time!! Uncle and the others are waiting for me..."

Chu Xiu smirked, his tone playful.

"They'd probably prefer if we went to the flying boat right now."

Hearing this, the Saint of Yaochi grew even more flustered.

She buried her head against his chest, unable to meet his gaze.

If others witnessed this scene, they would have been utterly stunned.

Good heavens!!!

Was this really the cold and untouchable Saint of Yaochi?

If the ever-calm Yaoguang Saint had been present, even he wouldn't have remained composed.

He might have even let out a loud "WOW!"

The Saint of Yaochi looked up at Chu Xiu, her gaze filled with quiet affection.

"Thank you for everything this time... If not for you, I wouldn't have gained so many opportunities."

Her voice was gentle, carrying a hidden depth of emotion.

"I have touched upon the threshold of becoming a Great Saint."

Her eyes gleamed with determination.

"When I return to my holy land, I will definitely break through."

She paused, hesitated for a moment, then asked softly:

"Then... after I succeed, I will come to find you, okay?"

Chu Xiu smiled—the signature scoundrel's gentle smile.

"Of course. I like Great Saints the most."

The Saint of Yaochi blinked, momentarily confused by his words.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she pulled out a small storage bag and stuffed it into his hand.

"There's Peach Blossom Drunk inside. I asked my uncles for it after leaving the secret realm."

Her voice grew even softer.

"Remember to check it when you get back..."

"Alright~"

Chu Xiu nodded.

The two continued chatting for a while.

Then, as the flying boat of Yaochi Holy Land prepared to depart, Feng Yao bid Chu Xiu farewell.

Surrounded by a group of Yaochi disciples, she stepped onto the flying boat.

With a final glance back, she disappeared into the void.

Chu Xiu watched as the vessel vanished beyond the horizon.

He touched his chin, murmuring to himself.

"The Innate Dao Body should be able to speed up my comprehension of magical techniques..."

His lips curled into a smirk.

"Once she reaches the Great Saint realm, the effect will be even better.

Not bad, not bad."

Satisfied, he turned on his heel and walked toward the Tai Su Holy Land's flying boat, hands casually folded behind his back.