Get Lost, Rebellious Disciple (22)

They say that a dog that bites doesn’t bark, but damn, Li Yu barks louder than anyone.

"Of course, it’s because I’m delighted to see you two ladies," Li Yu said with a smirk.

Little Wei was left utterly speechless.

What an idiot. How can he talk so much?

And he even tried to impress her with fancy words—did he really think she was some simp who’d fall for that?

Might as well quit being a master and just become Duan Lingyun’s plaything.

Duan Lingyun frowned at his words.

There was something off about this man’s tone.

It gave her an indescribable feeling, different from Cheng Yuguang. The way he looked at her was like…

The way she looked at her master.

At that thought, Duan Lingyun’s expression darkened.

He already had three girls with him, yet he was still eyeing her like that—disgusting.

Seeing their hostile reactions, Li Yu only grew more excited.

He was used to submissive types, but this was the first time he’d encountered ones with thorns.

Spicy. Full of flavor.

Forcing them wouldn’t be a problem either. To Li Yu, this kind of thing was practically routine.

Back in another world, there was a senior sister with a haughty personality. He’d hidden in her room, watching her bathe, and in the end, didn’t he still conquer her?

Cold and aloof? Those kinds of girls were the most fun to play with.

Li Yu loved seeing that stubborn, defiant look in their eyes.

In the end, they’d still obediently swallow what he was born to give.

And it was never enough.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Just imagining such scenes made him grin from ear to ear.

And these two were master and disciple—now that was something he hadn’t tried before.

"Stupid mutt."

Li Yu heard a distinctly modern curse.

He froze, wondering if he’d misheard.

Wait… could it be? Was this master in front of him the other host he was up against?

Li Yu’s expression soured instantly.

He knew most hosts weren’t much to look at. Sure, this one’s body seemed cute, but who knew what kind of freak lurked beneath?

Just like that, his interest vanished.

Still, she could serve as an appetizer. He’d never conquered another host before.

The thought of her nervously clutching the grass, trembling with fear, those big eyes red from crying, that delicate little nose—so pitifully charming—

Well, maybe he could stomach it after all.

Before Li Yu could react, a white light struck his head. It was Little Wei’s staff—no, wait, it was in the form of a sword now.

"Are you not disgusted with yourself?"

Little Wei had had enough of this walking sex pest.

Damn, this was beyond ridiculous. Even the male lead from that post-apocalyptic world wasn’t this absurd.

At least this creep definitely wasn’t from her company—otherwise, she’d seriously consider quitting this world.

"Disgusted? What would a little girl like you know? Humanity’s ultimate pursuit is the bliss of pleasure. I bet you’ve never experienced it, have you?"

Duan Lingyun didn’t fully grasp his meaning, but she understood enough—this man had designs on her and her master.

She didn’t care about herself, but anyone who dared covet her master crossed the line.

Her master was exquisitely beautiful—those clear, bright eyes, those delicate willow-leaf brows, utterly enchanting. Just moments ago, her long, dark lashes had been wet with tears. The thought of such a sight being seen by someone else—

Duan Lingyun snapped.

She drew her sword and lunged at Li Yu.

"Wait, little disciple—hold on!" Little Wei hadn’t expected this.

Sure, her wife had cheats, but she was still a genius in the making.

Duan Lingyun wasn’t about to stop.

Li Yu’s lips curled into a smirk.

"Does this count as delivering herself to me?" he asked, glancing at Little Wei.

He knew both hosts shared the same mission target.

And he had the means to take that target away.

Just as he reached into his spatial storage, Duan Lingyun halted mid-strike.

She actually withdrew her attack.

Huh. This half-formed demon had some skill, retreating just in time to keep a safe distance.

Damn it.

Should’ve kept his mouth shut.

He’d read enough novels to know that villains died from talking too much—wait, no, he wasn’t the villain!

Dodging Little Wei’s attack, he scowled as she charged up a major skill. With a wave of his hand, Li Yu vanished, taking his girls with him.

Some things were better not revealed in front of the locals.

Whatever. The mission didn’t matter much anyway.

It wasn’t like he was afraid of that host.

His hand slid along Ruan Qiaoqiao’s slender waist, savoring her flawless skin—smooth and tender, like freshly peeled eggshell.

"Li Yu-gege!" Ruan Qiaoqiao gasped.

Ah, well. Time to indulge.

Popping two white jade sugar cakes into his mouth, Li Yu finally felt his mood improve.

As Ruan Qiaoqiao’s soft cries filled the air, he pondered how to deal with this host.

That sword looked powerful.

Too bad he didn’t have any mind-control artifacts. If he did, he could just take her disciple.

The two seemed close—take one, and the other would come running.

Yep. Even now, his mind was stuck on absurd fantasies.

What could he say? This was second nature to him. The sight of a girl, and he’d lose all restraint.

He’d even bought a perpetual motion device from the system shop just to keep his stamina up.

Couldn’t let the ladies laugh at him, could he?

Meanwhile, Duan Lingyun and Little Wei had returned to their group.

The Dan Peak’s lord stared blankly at the withered Beauty Blossom tree.

Why was he even here?

Dragging a bunch of disciples to this place—utter nonsense.

He had zero interest in anything related to women. What a waste of time.

The disciples, however, were unfazed.

"Master, Elder Aunt, the spirit beast meat from Sunset Forest is delicious!"

Several of them handed over skewers of roasted meat.

Little Wei’s eyes curved as she passed the larger portion to Duan Lingyun.

"Master, you’re so good to Senior Sister Duan," one disciple said enviously.

Duan Lingyun’s lips had just begun to lift when her master snatched a few pieces for herself.

"I just asked her to hold it for me. What are you all imagining?"

Little Wei rolled her eyes.

Did Duan Lingyun even need to eat?

She’d already had her fill earlier.

The disciples: "…"

Master was so childish. Still, they kept offering her more meat.

After all, over the years, Little Wei had helped countless disciples in the sect. Master Zhongling was everyone’s favorite.

The Dan Peak’s lord munched on his skewer as he approached.

"What were you two doing earlier? You didn’t even tell me."

Little Wei looked awkward, but Duan Lingyun spoke up first.

"I had some questions about my cultivation techniques. Master was guiding me."

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