Chapter 1020: Never Touching the Ground; Ransom

This girl is truly ruthless.

Chen Ye reached out to embrace the slender waist of the golden-haired girl, his fingers threading through her waterfall-like golden hair, as he sighed:

“True Inheritor Bai seems like an innocent little girl, but surprisingly, she’s even more decisive and efficient than I am.”

“Naturally.”

Bai Susu comfortably leaned in his embrace, arrogantly lifting her exquisite chin,

“When dealing with enemies, do you really think we should talk about benevolence and righteousness? Since Gu Tangyin dared to bring people to kill you, now that she’s in our hands, she shouldn’t think she can be a peaceful hidden dragon.”

“Wait… What nonsense were you just spouting!”

Suddenly, the golden-haired girl realized something late and ground her little canine teeth with a grating noise.

Chen Ye blinked innocently: “What?”

“Who’s a little girl?! This True Inheritor achieved cultivation at a young age, don’t talk about my height!”

Bai Susu glared at Chen Ye, both ashamed and angry.

One of the things she cared most about was her appearance, which seemed never to grow beyond her petite form.

Clearly, she’s the awe-inspiring prodigy of the Lingyin Sect, yet her figure is excessively delicate and slender.

Standing beside Chen Ye, she looked like a fragile porcelain doll.

In the Sect, who dared to joke about True Inheritor Bai’s height?

Only this scoundrel Chen Ye, taking advantage of her spoil for him, dared to directly say she looks like a little girl!

Seeing her cute and angry expression, Chen Ye couldn’t help but laugh softly.

He deliberately reached out, measured flatly above her head, then sighed with a feigned seriousness:

“Yes, yes, True Inheritor Bai’s cultivation is unmatched, her sword slays demons. But her physique… feels so light when held.

“Chen Ye! I’ll bite you to death!”

Bai Susu was completely furious, she pounced with claws out.

Chen Ye caught her flailing hands and, with a slight exertion, pulled her delicate and tender body back into an embrace, holding her tightly.

“Alright, stop playing around.”

Lowering his head, the man gently rested his chin on her fluffy head, laughing softly near her ear as he said,

“I’m about to break through to the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer. Tonight… how about True Inheritor Bai lend me a hand and we discuss the Dao thoroughly?”

“Lecher…”

She glanced at him with disdain,

“Weren’t you the one complaining about my height?”

“Complaining?”

Chen Ye chuckled deeply, casually sliding his arm down to support her legs, easily lifting her off the ground into his arms,

“When have I ever complained about you? Quite the contrary, True Inheritor Bai doesn’t know, being small has its advantages…”

Her feet suddenly in the air, the golden-haired girl’s face flushed with red, reluctantly wrapping her arms around Chen Ye’s neck.

Her petite figure, nestled in Chen Ye’s arms, fit surprisingly well, so light it seemed weightless.

“Put me down! Chen Ye, stop using sweet words to fool me!”

The girl struggled in embarrassment, her eyes shimmering, shedding her usual fierceness for a touch of tenderness.

“It’s not up to True Inheritor Bai, today… True Inheritor Bai won’t be coming down.”

With a mischievous smile, Chen Ye carried the fragrant, soft girl and strode off towards the Quiet Chamber.

Understanding his intent, her lashes trembled, her expression unsettled:

“Hey, hey, wait, I… I remembered something I need to do…”

With a “bang,” Chen Ye closed the stone door of the Quiet Chamber.

The girl’s faint protests and excuses couldn’t affect Chen Ye’s Dao heart for cultivation.

…

Time slipped away in the blink of an eye.

The girl’s skin, naturally pale as snow, during cultivation, her Qi-Blood surged, tinting her skin with a faint pink hue.

But her figure… much as she fretted, was excessively petite and delicate, lacking the voluptuous curves typical of female cultivators, with a waist so slender it’s easily encircled, seeming ready to break under force.

It was precisely this nearly weightless form that allowed her to remain supported in the air the entire time by the man, her fragile pale feet never once touching the ground.

“Does True Inheritor Bai believe it now? Would Chen disdain the True Inheritor? Discussing the Dao together, intertwined at will, Chen could hold you for three days and nights easily enough.”

“Liar… shameless… how could proper cultivation involve incessant pacing? You’re clearly abusing your strength, bullying me, treating me like… like an object to toy with at will!”

“True Inheritor Bai’s figure fits perfectly, destined by heaven to match mine. Were it someone else, it’s likely Chen wouldn’t have this leisure to carry them around.”

“Stop with the sweet talk… let me down…”

“Oh? Really want to come down? Just now, who was pleading with Chen not to let go? Then let me fulfill True Inheritor Bai’s wish.”

“Ah… that’s not what I meant!!!”

“Hmm? Chen really let go, why’s True Inheritor Bai still clinging to Chen’s waist, afraid of falling?”

“Wu wu… scoundrel…”

Her eyes welling with tears,

She really would bite Chen Ye to death!

…

Meanwhile.

A thousand miles away, in the Ruins Country, Huayue Mansion.

Towering mountains stretched endlessly, clouds churned, spiritual birds circled, truly a scene of majestic immortal paradise.

Huayue Mansion houses four courtyards.

Located in the east, south, west, and north of Huayue Mountain.

Currently,

In the East Mountain Courtyard, the atmosphere was oppressive.

“Bang!”

A jade teacup, carved from warm jade, was forcibly crushed into powder by a withered hand.

Finely fragmented jade shavings fell, and the child attendants standing on either side were petrified, none dared make a sound to disturb.

Qian Jin’s face was deathly pale, bowing deeply, not daring to lift his head for a long time.

On the high seat before him, sat an elder clad in an Eight Trigrams Taoist Robe, with a gaunt visage.