"I don't know," Si answered honestly.
This kind of thing really shouldn’t be shared with the host.
The library did indeed have that kind of book—after all, dual cultivation techniques could still be considered... legitimate literature, right?
But a dual cultivation technique definitely couldn’t be used by just two people.
Little Wei felt a sense of foreboding. She hadn’t walked far when she saw Duan Lingyun stand up with an expressionless face.
"Little disciple, what’s wrong?" Little Wei asked with a smile.
A flicker of understanding flashed in Duan Lingyun’s eyes, but she quickly masked her emotions.
"Nothing. It’s just too crowded here, and these spirit beasts are too weak—I’m not interested in them."
Little Wei: ???
The spirit beasts found this remark rather rude.
"Well, what kind of powerful one do you want? I’ll catch it for you." Little Wei had no choice—after all, this was her little disciple. Might as well indulge her.
"Then come with me, Master. Further in, there should be stronger ones." Duan Lingyun cautiously took her master’s hand, and when Little Wei didn’t resist, the corner of her lips curled slightly.
But a pang of guilt also struck her.
Was this really okay to do to her master?
"Alright," Little Wei agreed.
These spirit beasts were indeed too weak for Duan Lingyun. Well, since she was her wife, spoiling her was only natural.
The two walked deeper in, the trees growing denser and the eerie silence making Little Wei’s hair stand on end.
Something was off. There were no powerful spirit beasts nearby, so why did she feel such a dangerous aura?
Was someone watching her?
Little Wei was still puzzling over the situation when she felt Duan Lingyun let go of her hand.
Only then did she realize—they had been holding hands the entire time.
Damn it!
What was going on?
Had she gotten used to this?
Idiot.
Little Wei cursed herself internally, but before she could speak, Duan Lingyun leaned in closer.
"What are you doing?" Little Wei gulped involuntarily.
Don’t come any closer!
If she got any nearer, Little Wei would scream!
Wait—no, even if she screamed her lungs out, who would come to this desolate, creepy place?
It finally dawned on Little Wei—she had fallen into a trap.
Duan Lingyun had lured her here to do something unspeakable to her.
No way!
Just thinking about something so terrifying was a hard no!
Little Wei felt like she was about to die. She looked up at Duan Lingyun’s exquisitely beautiful face, stumbled back, and nearly fell, only steadying herself by grabbing onto a tree behind her.
"Master, why are you so nervous?" Duan Lingyun asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"Y-you—what are you planning, you rebellious disciple?" Little Wei pointed a trembling finger at her.
If she dared to do anything inappropriate to her master, that would be crossing the line!
"I’m not doing anything. I just found out what you didn’t want me to know," Duan Lingyun said, staring unblinkingly at Little Wei.
Damn it!
This rebellious disciple had gone behind her back to research—how despicable! Was she even allowed to cheat like this?
"But... there’s one thing I don’t quite understand," Duan Lingyun mused, tapping her chin.
"Why are all the techniques described for a man and a woman?"
The ones she had read earlier were the same.
And according to the techniques, there were supposed to be countless benefits. Duan Lingyun had understood the theory, but she still didn’t get why she had such thoughts about her master.
"Because—" Little Wei’s teeth chattered, but before she could explain, Duan Lingyun pinned her against the tree.
Did she have no shame? This rebellious disciple!
Little Wei’s legs inexplicably went weak, and before she could protest, Duan Lingyun kissed her.
No way!
Why there?!
Was this disciple really so bold?
Little Wei’s face paled. Damn it, couldn’t she at least be gentle?
And her skin was so cold against hers.
Before long, Duan Lingyun pulled back, studying Little Wei’s expression with slight confusion.
"Master, does this mean we should see it through to the end?"
Little Wei wanted to kick her.
Go die, you rebellious disciple!
"No, get off me!" Little Wei’s face was numb.
If she weren’t a Nascent Soul cultivator, she’d be writhing in pain by now.
Honestly, Yuan Qiaoqiao was better—at least she studied properly. But this Duan Lingyun? A brat who only cared about the result, not the process.
Absolutely despicable.
Waaah, I’m gonna cry.
"Master, I think I messed up a little," Duan Lingyun admitted, glancing down at her hand.
She hadn’t expected it to differ so much from the technique’s description.
At least the manual hadn’t mentioned anything about bleeding.
Little Wei nearly spat blood, shooting Duan Lingyun a glare.
"Come on, let’s find a place. I’ll teach you properly," Little Wei fumed.
The worst part? She was now skilled enough to teach.
The thought made her want to bawl.
"Master?" Duan Lingyun was genuinely surprised that her master was willing to instruct her.
Did that mean...
Master felt the same way? That she shared the same thoughts?
The realization filled Duan Lingyun with pure joy.
Maybe now, they’d never have to part.
"Don’t space out," Little Wei snapped.
She waved a hand, erecting a barrier to block the outside world, followed by the sound of her patient guidance. Meanwhile, the little loli inside the spatial artifact had already covered her eyes.
Waaah, so scary!
Duan Lingyun kissed her master’s forehead, listening to her soft, kitten-like whimpers, feeling utterly content.
Even the redness at the corners of her master’s eyes was unbearably cute.
Much later, Little Wei finally rose from the stream, glaring at her disciple resting on a tree branch.
Hmph!
That’s all you’ve got?
She even changed into fresh robes. Once Little Wei was ready, Duan Lingyun leaped down from the tree.
"Master," she said, excitement flickering in her eyes.
"What?" Little Wei had no patience left for her.
A beastly disciple like this should just drop dead.
"Master, does this mean we’re together now?" Duan Lingyun asked.
She could understand why her master was upset—after all, she had cried so pitifully. It made Duan Lingyun’s heart ache.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Little Wei replied dismissively.
"Master." Duan Lingyun pressed her lips together.
Little Wei: "..."
"Fine. Yes," she gritted out.
But they had been gone too long—they needed to find the Alchemy Peak’s master. Little Wei didn’t have time to stay angry, so she tugged Duan Lingyun along. Unfortunately, they ran into that damn Li Yu.
Spotting the two, the previously gloomy Li Yu brightened instantly.
"Well, well, if it isn’t you two?" He flicked open his fan with a flourish, waving it before him.
Show-off.
Little Wei scoffed, trying to drag Duan Lingyun past him, but Li Yu blocked their path.
"What do you want?" Little Wei was beyond annoyed.
So damn talkative.
Even noisier than the neighbor’s dog.
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