Chapter 618 527: Ji Shenyun Humiliates Yueqiu to Her Face

The sun set in the west, and the bright moon rose high.

Qing Yueqiu stepped outside, her slender figure trembling slightly in the night wind.

"Why... is it still like this!"

She tilted her head back. The pale Moonlight filtered through wisps of clouds, casting mottled shadows across her face.

Her ruby-like eyes were now brimming with tears, the sorrow in her heart finally becoming too much to suppress.

"Back then, I just stood by and watched... as Master was stolen away by Ji Xichan and Shang Miaoyan!"

"I thought that once I became strong, I could protect Master, becoming the invincible sword that stood before him!

I never thought... I never thought I'd be just like before, watching some wicked woman snatch Master away while I can't do a single thing!"

The silver-haired girl clenched the fabric over her chest, her knuckles turning white from the force.

A tear traced a path past the corner of her trembling lips, hung for a moment on her delicate chin, and finally splattered heavily onto the stone slabs.

Nangong Jin stood behind Qing Yueqiu, her eyes downcast as she watched the sorrowful, silver-haired girl.

'I thought Brother Pei's breakthrough to the Mahayana realm would be a joyous occasion for all, but I never expected... that Female Demon, Ji Shenyun, to suddenly appear.'

'Then again, if Ji Shenyun hadn't come, Yueqiu and I would have had no way of fighting two Demon Race Mahayanas on our own.'

'You can never tell what life will bring.'

Nangong Jin remained silent, standing with Qing Yueqiu under the moon for a full hour.

Feeling the air grow colder, she went to Qing Yueqiu's side and said softly, "Yueqiu, let's go back inside for now."

"It's getting too late... Get some sleep. Maybe when you open your eyes, Brother Pei will have returned."

As she spoke, Nangong Jin gently draped a coat over Qing Yueqiu's slender shoulders.

"Junior Martial Uncle Nangong!"

Qing Yueqiu threw her arms around Nangong Jin's waist, burying her face in her chest and sobbing softly.

The trembling of the girl in her arms passed through the fabric, making her tighten her embrace unconsciously.

Nangong Jin gently stroked Qing Yueqiu's lustrous, silver-white hair and said in a gentle voice:

"Yes, I'm here... Yueqiu, I know you're a woman who genuinely cares for Brother Pei. You will surely find happiness with him."

Qing Yueqiu was silent for a moment, then her muffled voice came from Nangong Jin's chest:

"Junior Martial Uncle Nangong, I can't sleep until Master returns, so I'll keep waiting. But you've worked so hard taking care of Master. You should go back and rest."

"I'll wait with you."

Nangong Jin's voice was as soft as a sigh.

The Moonlight cast fine shadows on her eyelashes, hiding the turbulent emotions in her eyes.

She looked at the silver-haired bundle in her arms and was suddenly reminded of that ambiguous night in Xuanwang City, of the sounds from the next room that had made the tips of her ears burn—

'Thinking back on it now, those deliberate gasps...'

'Yueqiu must have waited for a moment when Brother Pei wasn't paying attention and intentionally let me hear those sounds.'

'Her goal was to play matchmaker for Brother Pei and me, because she couldn't bear to see him wavering over me, or see me bottling up my own feelings of longing.'

'How could I bear to watch such a thoughtful, gentle junior stand all alone under the moon?'

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「An entire night passed, and the first hints of dawn streaked the sky.」

The growing morning light coated Ji Shenyun's sweat-dampened neck in a honey-colored sheen.

High above on a cloud, Pei Yuhang had lived up to everyone's expectations, once again bringing glory to the Sect and the entire Human Race by utterly defeating the wicked Asura Empress.

The once-mighty Asura Empress, Ji Shenyun, had now completely lost her former imperious dignity.

At this moment, she was lying sprawled in a most unseemly manner on a fluffy, cotton-like cloud.

Her long, silver-white hair was splayed out in a messy tangle, her slender eyelashes quivered with her ragged breaths, and a single strand of silver hair clung to the corner of her lips.

The fainted Empress's calves would occasionally twitch and tremble, and when her toes tensed, even the arches of her feet flushed with a faint pink.

Pei Yuhang watched this scene, which looked like a cutscene from a defeated boss battle, and shook his head slightly.

"Ji... Her Majesty the Empress, you weren't my match even before I broke through to the Mahayana realm. What made you think you stood a chance after?

'What a self-indulgent, foolish ruler. She insisted on pushing her luck, and now she's passed out again. When she wakes up, she'll just blame me for it.'

To prevent Ji Shenyun from accusing him of the "crime of the Riding Monarch," Pei Yuhang had to find a way to treat the Empress first.

He reached out and gently placed his hands on the soles of Ji Shenyun's fair, pink-tinged feet. As he applied pressure with his palms and fingertips, streams of Pure Yang True Qi, like fine, dense threads, seeped into her acupoints.

The Asura Race was known for their physical prowess, and as their Empress, Ji Shenyun's physical density was without a doubt the greatest of the current era.

Her seemingly slender and delicate body could, with the slightest exertion, unleash a force more resilient and staggering than a Top-Grade Magical Treasure.

Therefore, it was extremely difficult to use massage to infuse Pure Yang True Qi into Ji Shenyun's body and help her loosen the muscles and tendons that had gone into spasm from overexcitement and tension.

It was no less difficult than trying to vibrate the inside of a boulder into the soft consistency of mud without damaging its surface.

Fortunately, after losing the Silent Sword, Pei Yuhang had focused his cultivation more on his Pure Yang Power.

His control over his Pure Yang Power had now become incredibly precise, allowing him to perform many delicate manipulations that were previously impossible.

"Today's a good day to experiment on Ji Shenyun."

Pei Yuhang muttered, the hands massaging the Empress's feet beginning to slowly apply more pressure.

When his thumb pressed into the most sensitive part of the arch of Ji Shenyun's foot, she suddenly let out a whimper in her unconscious state.

Pei Yuhang's movements paused. He saw all of Ji Shenyun's delicate toes curl up, her arch pulling into a breathtaking curve, and the muscles in her calves tightening until they shone.