The next day, when Chu Fan groggily opened his eyes and saw the sheer elegance of the body beside him—a physique that could only be described as perfect—his pupils began to shake violently, and his breathing grew rapid.
Chu Fan wanted to scream, but upon seeing that overbearingly attractive figure, his body reacted before his brain could even process the situation.
This reaction accidentally woke Dongfang Qingwei from her slumber.
She rubbed her eyes in a daze, and upon seeing Chu Fan’s reaction, she could not help but let out a scoffing laugh.
“Oh? Isn’t this our great Saint Chu? Rising so early in the morning, is ‘Little Fan’ already in such high spirits?”
“Dongfang Qingwei! I swear! You goddamn raped me!”
“You’re full of it! Say that again, and tell me who really raped who!?”
“You goddamn raped me!”
“You’re full of it! Weren’t you the one who actively climbed on top later on!”
“That’s all your fault for kissing me first! Who told you to force yourself on me!”
Dongfang Qingwei was so infuriated she could barely contain herself.
She was a proper maiden who had lost her innocence, only to be accused of rape by a grown man; the reversal of logic was simply astronomical!
She breathed heavily, her face flushed red, and her proud chest heaved up and down.
“Fine… fine… I raped you, is that it?”
“Exactly!”
Chu Fan said righteously.
Hearing this, Dongfang Qingwei held up her hands like claws, knelt on the bed, and began to crawl toward Chu Fan one step at a time using her knees.
“Since that is how it is, then I shall show you what true rape is!!!!!!!!!”
Dongfang Qingwei reached out with both hands, lunging at him like a hungry tiger.
“Hey! What are you doing!? Hey! Don’t, don’t, don’t! Stop! Stop! I was wrong… please don’t…… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
…
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[SIX HOURS LATER]
…
….
“Ha…… ha……”
Lying on the bed, Chu Fan panted heavily, his body weak.
The strange thing was, despite having just woken up, he even had dark circles under his eyes.
On the other side, Dongfang Qingwei, who sat by the edge of the bed, was in the complete opposite state.
Her complexion was rosy, she was full of energy, and there was even something resembling rice porridge hanging from the corner of her mouth.
With a slurp, she licked her lips clean with the tip of her tongue and began to dress herself with a satisfied expression.
“Dongfang… Qingwei…… I will never forgive you……”
“Hmm~ So this is what it feels like to be nourished by a man~? I’m suddenly starting to understand those folks from the Misty Crossing Sect~”
Dongfang Qingwei chuckled lightly.
“That’s a goddamn dual-cultivation sect… and also… I am not your cauldron……”
Chu Fan gritted his teeth, but he couldn’t move an inch.
It wasn’t because of anything else; he was simply physically exhausted.
From beginning to end, Dongfang Qingwei hadn’t let him move a muscle, and since he wasn’t as strong as her and couldn’t beat her in a fight, he had been reduced to being at the mercy of her whims.
Chu Fan couldn’t even remember how many times it happened; he only remembered the time.
It was very long.
He couldn’t feel a shred of admiration or love; instead, he felt killing intent and hatred. It was truly absurd.
Could this form of revenge even be called revenge?
She was certainly incredibly vengeful.
“Don’t worry, Little Fann-fann~ I’ll take responsibility for you~”
“Go to… hell…”
“Oh my~ still acting like a tsundere~?”
“Get… lost…”
“All right, all right, just lie here for a bit; I’ll go make you some medicinal tonic.”
After saying this, Dongfang Qingwei put on her Crimson Sky Burning vestments and strode out of the room, looking thoroughly satisfied.
However, once she left the room and closed the door with her hands behind her back.
In almost an instant, her face flushed red to the tips of her ears.
Dongfang Qingwei cupped her face with both hands, her cheeks feeling as if they were burning.
She slowly squatted on the ground, biting her lip, recalling what had just happened.
‘What are you doing, Dongfang Qingwei!? Have you gone mad!? How will you have the face to see Xiao Xue in the future!? AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!’
After a while, Dongfang Qingwei, still squatting, slowly stood up.
Not knowing what she had decided, she looked into the distance with a determined expression.
‘Forget it, it’s done now; might as well lean into it!’
…
A short while later, Dongfang Qingwei walked into the room carrying a bowl of medicinal tonic.
She helped Chu Fan sit up and began to feed him spoonful by spoonful.
After tasting a bite and swallowing, Chu Fan raised an eyebrow in confusion:
“This flavor… how is it…”
Dongfang Qingwei raised the corners of her mouth smugly:
“Hmph, well? I learned it from Xiao Xue; pretty impressive, right?”
“So you made it? I thought the Celestial Master’s Mansion had pharmacists.”
“What is that supposed to mean! Can’t I know how to cook!?”
“No, that’s not it.”
Chu Fan was too lazy to argue with her, so he went along with it to comfort her.
“Hmph! Open up!”
“Oh…”
It had to be said, though he didn’t know what was in this medicinal tonic, after eating it, Chu Fan felt that his body was at least half recovered.
He could move again, and the dark circles had disappeared.
Chu Fan swung his arms and took a deep breath.
“Hm, the taste isn’t bad. So, when are we leaving?”
“I’m listening to you; it’s not like I have any luggage anyway,” Dongfang Qingwei replied casually.
“Then let’s go now.”
“Fine.”
The two finished tidying their clothes and stepped out of the room.
But they hadn’t walked more than two steps before a figure that was neither quite familiar nor entirely strange blocked their path.
“Gu Che?” Dongfang Qingwei raised an eyebrow.
“Master.”
Gu Che bowed respectfully with his hands clasped.
Chu Fan looked closely and realized that this was clearly the senior disciple who had been knocked down by his punch yesterday, only to be kicked into a wall by Dongfang Qingwei.
“I am going away. You handle the matters of the sect.”
“Might I ask when Master will return?”
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Qingwei looked toward Chu Fan, who gestured with his hands that he didn’t know.
“I won’t be coming back. From now on, you are the new Celestial Master.”
With a flick, Dongfang Qingwei tossed a red talisman—the Celestial Master’s Seal—from her sleeve onto the ground in front of Gu Che.
“Hey!” Chu Fan shouted indignantly.
“I never said I wasn’t coming back!”
“Makes no difference. I haven’t wanted to be this crappy Celestial Master for a long time.”
“Understood.”
Gu Che looked at the Celestial Master’s Seal on the ground, slowly knelt to pick it up, and then presented it back with both hands, pleading: “Please reconsider, Master! The entire Celestial Master’s Mansion relies on your leadership. Without you, relying on me alone, it will never hold up!”
Chu Fan raised an eyebrow.
Now that he had largely moved past the “clueless man” stage, he keenly sensed something about this senior disciple.
He leaned over and whispered to Dongfang Qingwei: “Does your head disciple have a master fetish?”
“Huh? Surely not…?”
Dongfang Qingwei instantly broke out in goosebumps.
It was so disgusting she felt acid rise in her throat, forcing her to swallow.
“Seriously, that’s your senior disciple; it shouldn’t be that creepy, right?”
“I didn’t choose to take him in, and I never taught him anything. He just happened to have the highest cultivation in the sect and gave himself the title, that’s all.”
“Huh? That’s so pathetic.”
“Mm-hmm~ You have to believe me, Little Fann-fann~ Qingwei is yours and yours alone~”
Dongfang Qingwei clasped her hands together, her fingers interlaced, acting charmingly pitiful.
“Get lost!”
“Hehehe~”
Watching the intimacy between the two from such close proximity, Gu Che silently clenched his fists.
His master, who was always known for her violent temper, was actually acting spoiled toward this unknown wild man.
Who exactly was he?
She had never mentioned him, and Gu Che had never seen him before.
Just because he looked a bit better and had higher cultivation, why did Master look at him differently from the moment they met?
It wasn’t fair.
He was the one who had spent the most time by her side.
Every day he served her tea and water, caring for her, yet the winner was this wild man.
He couldn’t accept it.
“Master! Please reconsider!”
Naturally short-tempered and lacking patience, Dongfang Qingwei sighed and frowned.
Suddenly, as if she had thought of something fun, she chuckled mischievously, hugged herself, and put on a victimized, pitiful act.
“It’s all his fault, Gu Che~ He insists on taking me away~ Why don’t you have a fair duel with him~ Whoever wins~ gets to have me~”
Hearing this, Gu Che’s eyes lit up, and his mouth stretched to his ears.
The woman he had always dreamed of was right there, and she had practically handed him a shortcut to possess her.
What man wouldn’t be tempted!?
But on the other side, Chu Fan wore an expression of sheer disgust.
He immediately spotted the trap in that sentence.
First, he would absolutely not lose to this so-called master-fetishist senior disciple.
Second, there was the part at the end of Dongfang Qingwei’s sentence: “Whoever wins gets to have her.”
Wasn’t this just a roundabout way of forcing him to fight for her?
Who would want to engage in some primitive, animalistic courtship battle!?
Afterward, Dongfang Qingwei would surely say something like, “Look how hard you worked for me~ So you do like me~” with her flowery language.
And as for the third point, it was already playing out before Chu Fan’s eyes.
He watched as Gu Che stepped forward, clasped his hands toward Chu Fan, bowed slightly, and shouted: “I ask that you oblige me, Senior!”
The “third point” was simply that this fool Gu Che didn’t believe he could lose.
As long as it involved Dongfang Qingwei, he would charge forward blindly.
Chu Fan didn’t know if this should be called bravery or hot-blooded stupidity, but he had never possessed such emotions in his life.
Sighing, Chu Fan asked Dongfang Qingwei casually:
“How shall we compete?”
“In the world of cultivation, one either moves forward or falls behind. We only care about winning or losing; life and death are irrelevant.”
“Huh!?”
Chu Fan was shocked.
He walked quickly to Dongfang Qingwei and complained in a low voice: “That’s your disciple! You don’t care if he dies!?”
“If I don’t test him like this, how will I know if he actually likes me?”
“Are you sure that’s what you’re thinking!?”
Chu Fan didn’t believe her for a second.
“Hehehe~ You really do understand me~”
Dongfang Qingwei chuckled, then waved her hand dismissively:
“Aiya~ This feeling, it’s just like a guard dog the neighbor left at my place; if it dies, it dies.”
“What!? A guard dog!? And you’re just keeping it!?”
“Yes. In my opinion, this Gu Che doesn’t even have as much talent as your gluttonous disciple, yet he claims to be invincible among his peers. It’s so embarrassing I could die.”
“……”
Chu Fan fell silent.
With no other choice, he followed Dongfang Qingwei to the Celestial Master’s Mansion training grounds.
Upon reaching the training grounds and seeing the scene before him, Chu Fan could only feel torn between laughter and tears.
He saw Dongfang Qingwei sitting in the spectator stands, shouting Gu Che’s name with flattering enthusiasm.
“Gu Che~! Keep going~! Master believes in you~! Take him down~!”
“Yes! Master! This disciple will not fail you, even at the cost of his life!”
Gu Che roared with all his might.
Feeling the encouragement of the woman he loved, Gu Che finally realized that she did care about him after all.
The man before him must have obtained some leverage over her, threatening her to force her to leave with him.
As her man, there was only one thing he had to do.
He had to clear away all obstacles standing in the way of their happiness!
…
[A FEW MOMENTS LATER]
….
Chu Fan pointed his sword at the tip of the nose of the trembling Gu Che, who lay on the ground with his legs completely weakened, and said calmly:
“I am of the same generation as your master, so a fight against me is unfair to you. But I can give you one more chance.”
“Please… please instruct me, Senior…”
“Come with me and fight my own disciple. That way, I trust you will accept your loss with a clear heart.”
“This… this junior obeys…”
….
In the air, Gu Che flew on his sword beside a giant bronze tripod.
His eyes flickered toward the cauldron from time to time, but he couldn’t see anything, nor did he know what was happening inside.
However, inside the tripod sat Chu Fan and Dongfang Qingwei.
Before departing, because Chu Fan hadn’t fully recovered, he had taken out a flying tripod he had built long ago because he thought it would be fun; it was designed to replace the need to fly on a sword.
The tripod was transparent, allowing those inside to see the scenery outside clearly, and it was spacious enough to sit in.
“Wow~ Every time I see this tripod, I think it’s amazing. What was its name again?”
“Airplane.”
“Air… plane?”
“Yes.”
Inside the transparent tripod, Dongfang Qingwei couldn’t help but make a face at Gu Che, who was looking toward their location from outside, but the latter showed no reaction.
Dongfang Qingwei then asked: “Can this tripod only look out from the inside? Can people outside not see in?”
“Correct. This tripod is forged from Two-Source Jade; one can only see out. No matter what happens inside, those outside cannot see, unless the tripod is destroyed.”
Hearing this, Dongfang Qingwei’s lips curled into an evil smile.
She had a bold idea.
Using her knees, she crawled step by step toward Chu Fan, extended her hands into claws, and wiggled her eyebrows lustfully.
“Then, Little Fann-fann~ why don’t we, right here~~~”
“Hey! What are you planning, Dongfang Qingwei!? Hey! This thing isn’t soundproof!”
“It’s fine, it’s fine! We’re flying so high, the wind is loud enough, hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”