With the victory of Jingliu's disciple, Jing Yuan, the [Martial Demonstration Ceremony] was pushed to its climax. A thunderous cheer erupted from the Jousting Skiff.
"A victory like this is needed at a time like this to boost the morale of the Xianzhou, isn't it? If I recall correctly, when Jing Yuan participated in the [Martial Demonstration Ceremony], the Xianzhou was facing both internal turmoil and external threats, correct?"
The moonlight was like frost, like snow; the beauty was like the moon, like jade.
The peerless Swordswoman, revered by the countless people of the Xianzhou, was kneeling in the VIP box of the ceremony, like a dog begging for the favor of the "Outer-Realm Heavenly Demon."
The swordswoman's eyes were covered by a black cloth. Although she was in the most humiliating of postures, her beloved sword lying in disarray beside her, her face was devoid of both sorrow and joy, colder than the frosty moon itself.
Seeing this, Ye Feng's predatory excitement only grew.
"I just love this cold and aloof look of yours, Honored Master."
Ye Feng crouched behind Jingliu, breathing hot air onto her crystalline earlobe while his thigh pushed the hem of her skirt upwards. The dress slid like water along her snow-white thighs, the slick sensation carrying a faint coolness. Her fair calves were revealed, followed by a full view of her firm thighs.
"Seen this way, your feet seem even more beautiful, Honored Master."
Ye Feng turned off the lights. The moonlight and the ambient light from outside spilled in, bathing Jingliu in a soft, clear radiance.
Ye Feng carefully examined Jingliu's jade-like feet. They were truly exquisite.
The arch of her foot was supple, as crystalline as jade. The pads of her soles had a gradient of rose-pink, a hue that seemed all the more tender against her pale skin. Her feet were long and slender.
Her toes were even more snowy and translucent, tender and flawless, each one like a precious pearl. The nails covering them were thin and beautiful, their luster like that of mica jade.
"So you've given up resisting."
Jingliu spoke with indifference. "Since this is my fate, do with me as you will. There is no need for more words."
"Is that so? Is that so? Your disciple will probably be here to report his good news soon."
As expected, a knock sounded at the door the very next second.
"Master!"
A clear voice, tinged with excitement.
"See? He's here," Ye Feng smiled.
His interest piqued, Ye Feng placed one hand on Jingliu's back and the other under the crook of her knees, lifting her horizontally into his arms. He strode towards the door and, in one motion, pinned her against the unique alloy door of the Jousting Skiff.
She was now separated from Jing Yuan by only a single door.
!!
Jingliu's face was pressed against the cold alloy door, her long, snow-white legs raised high, the soles of her feet facing the ceiling.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. As expected of a sword cultivator, Honored Master. Your body's flexibility is better than a gymnast's. A casual lift, and it's a full one hundred and eighty degrees. And you're so stable, your center of gravity never wavers. Don't move. Just like that. Hold still."
Ye Feng released his hands, admiring the beautiful sight of the beauty holding her leg high, her jade-like face pressed against the alloy door.
"Such a fine day, such a beautiful scene, yet heaven is so cruel."
"..."
Jingliu was dressed in a pristine white palace dress. In this position, the hem of her skirt fanned out like a peacock's tail.
Her moon-white hair hung down in silence. From outside the door, her disciple's voice sounded again.
"Master? Are you in there?"
Ye Feng chuckled slyly. "Honored Master, why don't you answer him?"
"Why should I?"
It's not in the [Script], anyway.
"Oh? I see. You're feeling ashamed, Honored Master. Yes, yes, that makes sense. It is in front of your own disciple, after all."
Jingliu's voice remained cold, her tone unwavering. "Never mind that he is merely a simulated illusion. Even if the real person were outside, it would not stir the slightest ripple within me."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Ye Feng raised his hand, grabbing Jingliu's ankle and pulling it down as if breaking the branch of a cassia tree. "Jing Yuan would surely be heartbroken to hear you say that. Aigh, what a pity, what a true pity."
"A pity for what?"
"Oh? Honored Master is actually taking the initiative to ask a question. How wonderful."
Ye Feng licked the cassia branch in his mouth, a hint of intoxication flashing in his eyes. "It would have been better if you had taken a female disciple. Then I could have had a master-disciple threesome. Honored Master, why didn't you choose a beauty as peerless as yourself back then?"
"..."
Jingliu's eyes flickered. She was truly weary and had no desire to answer such a question.
Ye Feng continued, "However, your master seems to have been a woman. When I have the chance, I'll see if I can resurrect her. Isn't that wonderful, Honored Master? You can be reunited with the master who raised and taught you. See how considerate your disciple is."
Jingliu held her leg up, her beautiful face completely devoid of expression.
Jing Yuan did not leave from outside the door.
It was unclear whether the door's soundproofing was excellent, or if it simply wasn't mentioned in the [Script].
Jing Yuan couldn't hear the sounds from within, so the "Master, why is there a strange noise in your room?" plot point was not triggered.
Jing Yuan simply waited by the door, seemingly convinced that Jingliu was not there.
"Since he thinks I'm not here, why is he still waiting outside?" Jingliu asked coolly, assuming this was another one of Ye Feng's sick jokes.
She sneered internally. To her state of mind, this was nothing more than a passing breeze.
Ye Feng said, "I don't have the time to arrange a [Script] for a male character. I just plugged in his personality and let him act according to his base logic. The reason he's waiting here is probably because he wants to be the first to tell you the news of his victory."
"Oh," Jingliu said faintly.
Did Jing Yuan participate in the [Martial Demonstration Ceremony]?
Or maybe he didn't?
Her memory was a bit hazy.
But it didn't matter.
Because at that moment, Ye Feng pressed down on her again.
The swordswoman's flexibility was superb. In one motion, Ye Feng pressed her knees down onto his shoulders!
"You truly are a shameless woman, Honored Master. You still have no reaction to this?"
"Heh. You merely wish to shake my state of mind. Did you think I would fall for it?"
"No, no, no. I think the fact that you're willing to talk to me this much is already a great harvest. In the past, you would have just put on a cool expression and said nothing at all."
"..."
"So, the question is, do you really not care, Honored Master?"
"..."
Jingliu turned her head away, saying nothing.
"Ignoring me, are you? In that case, I'll have to take you out onto the [Martial Demonstration Ceremony] stage and put on a special performance for the entire audience."
"—!"
Jingliu's body suddenly tensed.
A flash of indignant crimson crossed her snow-white neck.
But Jingliu only bit her vermilion lip, her body trembling slightly. To be watched by the Cloud Knights, by the people of the Xianzhou, by her disciple, by her friends, on the stage of the [Martial Demonstration Ceremony]... she was indeed shaken.
Even if they were all fake.
Jingliu closed her beautiful eyes, her eyelashes fluttering. Her body began to twist uncontrollably, and her shoulders even began to twitch.
Seeing Jingliu in this state, Ye Feng patted her head. "Relax, I was just kidding. I couldn't bear to do it. Even if they are just data, I would never do such a thing."