Chapter 148: The Birth of a World-Famous Painting

The pure and innocent young lady, her face flushed red, spoke such deeply moving words.

Yu Yi’s heart was not made of iron—how could she not waver at a moment like this?
To indulge her just once… there shouldn’t be any problem, right?

Yu Yi thought silently to herself.

She asked Yun Qianxue, “Have you thought it through?”

Yun Qianxue nodded seriously, her gaze exceptionally firm. “Since that time five years ago, I already decided to entrust everything to Big Sister.”

Her words carried great weight; her determination was beyond doubt.

Yu Yi fell silent for a moment, a trace of warmth surfacing in her eyes. “I understand,” she said softly.

Then she bent slightly, her delicate hand cupping Yun Qianxue’s burning cheeks. Leaning closer, she left a gentle kiss on her face.

“Chu.”

But just as Yu Yi was about to pull away, Yun Qianxue suddenly spread her arms and wrapped them around Yu Yi’s neck, forcibly pulling her back.

“Big Sister… don’t treat me like a child. The first kiss I want isn’t just a ‘first kiss on the cheek’ from you.”

Yun Qianxue’s breath was soft and fragrant, her heart surging. For the first time, a hint of displeasure appeared in her eyes.

Even at this point, she was still being treated like a child—anyone would feel a little upset.

She wanted to prove she wasn’t a child.

At that moment, Lü Qi’s voice called out from nearby—

“Master? Master? Where did you go?”

“Qianxue, someone’s coming. Maybe we should wait—”

“So you’re here. You really made me search—”

Before the words finished, Lü Qi found them.

“Master, so it turns out—”

“I’m sorry, Big Sister. I don’t want to wait anymore!”

In that instant, Yun Qianxue rose onto her toes, her soft body pressing tightly against Yu Yi as her moist, tender lips sealed directly over hers.

Lü Qi, witnessing everything with her own eyes, froze on the spot.

A masterpiece scene was born.

Yun Qianxue, this pure young lady, had no experience in such matters. She only let go when her face turned completely red and she was nearly out of breath.

She stepped back two paces, panting, her gaze dazed. She licked her lips, as if savoring the strange, lingering sensation.

Then, from the corner of her eye, she noticed Lü Qi standing nearby, watching them.

“She saw it!? When did Fourth Sister get here? Did she see everything just now!?”

Yun Qianxue instantly panicked, overwhelmed with embarrassment.

“Um…” Lü Qi slowly spoke.

“S-sorry! I just remembered something I still need to do. I’ll go first!”

After tossing out those words, Yun Qianxue fled as if escaping, leaving Lü Qi standing there in disarray.

“Am I really that much of a nuisance…”

Lü Qi pouted slightly, thinking to herself, “Looks like… it won’t be easy to win her over. She finally took the initiative once, and now she just ran off?”

She then walked up to Yu Yi and asked, “Master, how do you feel?”

Yu Yi stood in place, her face faintly flushed.

The softness of Yun Qianxue’s lips was unforgettable, like kissing a petal, fragrant and lingering.

“I… I’m fine.”

Yu Yi answered as calmly as she could.

Lü Qi was shocked.

“She used ‘I’?!”

She thought to herself, “Did I hear that wrong? Master just now…”

From Lü Qi’s understanding of Yu Yi, whenever something like this happened, it meant Yu Yi had been moved emotionally.

Yu Yi herself hadn’t expected that just one kiss could nearly leave her so flustered.

Was it because the other person was Yun Qianxue, or because this body was too sensitive?
Or… both?

She didn’t know.

In any case, although Lü Qi’s sudden appearance caused Yun Qianxue to flee in embarrassment, it was fortunate she came.

Otherwise, given how things were progressing, something beyond expectations might have happened.

“Lü Qi, what brings you here?” Yu Yi asked after calming herself.

Lü Qi bowed.

“Master, I came to seek your instructions. Although we successfully eliminated the threat of the Demon Sect, the Old Sect Master has passed away. Fu Yi must now take the position of Sect Master.”

“She is reliable, but she still lacks experience in managing the sect. So I wish to stay and assist her for a while longer. I’m afraid I won’t be able to return to Among the Colorful Clouds anytime soon to fulfill my filial duties to you…”

Yu Yi pondered briefly. “I have never forced you to return to Among the Colorful Clouds. You have your own will and thoughts. Of course I support you.”

Lü Qi bowed again. “Thank you for your understanding, Master.”

Yu Yi said, “However… I do have one request.”

Lü Qi smiled knowingly. “I understand. You want me to take care of my health and not work day and night, right?”

“Don’t worry, Master. I promise I’ll behave this time. I plan to build another Fengshen Litter, and once I have some free time, I’ll return to Among the Colorful Clouds to see you.”

“I’ll play a few melodies for you—and maybe even taste Second Senior Sister’s cooking. Ah… I really miss it. I wonder if her skills have improved again?”

“Among the Colorful Clouds will always welcome you home,” Yu Yi said with a smile.

A wandering wind, no matter how free, will always long for the scent of home. All Yu Yi needed to do was support her—and accept her.

Meanwhile, at the foot of Fengqing Sect Mountain—

A man whose limbs had turned into stone knelt before Su Cheng, his body covered in blood, begging weakly, “Please… let me die…”

This man was Jia Lang, the captured Second Saint of the Demon Sect.

“Don’t be in such a hurry. I haven’t finished asking my questions.”

Standing before him, Su Cheng spoke in a low voice, “So, the man named He Gongping is the one who failed to keep watch over that ‘Holy Son’ back then, and even now is still searching for her?”

“Yes, yes… He Gongping is the Right Protector’s real name. But the alias he’s using now, or where he is… I truly don’t know…”

Jia Lang continued to beg, “Please… hurry… give me a quick death…”

“Heh. You’re more obedient than I expected. Since that’s the case, before I send you to your death, let me tell you one more thing as a reward.”

Su Cheng smiled wickedly and leaned close to his ear, whispering—

“I am the ‘Holy Son’ you’ve been searching for.”

“Wh—”

Before Jia Lang could finish speaking, he instantly turned into a stone statue.

Su Cheng extended a slender finger and lightly tapped him. The statue shattered with a crash, scattering across the ground.

Her methods of interrogation were cruel and merciless. Jia Lang had revealed everything he knew, begging only for death.

One could imagine the torment he endured before dying.

Su Cheng walked to the edge of a small lake and crouched down. She brushed aside her hair, revealing the clear, jagged scar on her forehead reflected in the water.

At last, she remembered—this scar was something she had inflicted upon herself.

There had once been a birthmark on her forehead representing the shadow race.

Because of that mark, her parents died, and her life was completely changed.

After escaping her cage, Su Cheng sharpened a key bit by bit, then personally carved her own forehead until it was a bloody mess, erasing that birthmark entirely.

Thus, the unhealing scar remained.

She slowly stood and gazed at the sky, murmuring words that sent chills down one’s spine—

“He Gongping… Right Protector, what kind of death do you prefer?”