### Chapter 231: Good Strength!
Xue Yunjian, who was the most eager to complain, finally got her moment.
What kind of unspeakable “stuff” has her master managed to get tangled up with? Why does she keep seeing these mysterious, ghostly figures sneaking around their house every night? Like phantoms, they hover around as if they’re part of some weird nightly parade.
Although Yun Zhonghe himself doesn’t notice anything, Xue Yunjian, being the sword spirit in sync with his emotions, sees it all crystal clear. However, she dare not show herself because the strength of these night visitors is off the charts. She’s just a little sword spirit and definitely doesn’t have the guts to challenge someone like that.
So for days, Xue Yunjian has been doing her best to hold it in, basically staying hidden.
But recently, that person hasn’t shown up much. Until she confirmed that those mysterious shadows haven’t appeared in days, Xue Yunjian felt safe enough to relax and pop out.
Then, suddenly, Xue Yunjian sensed a raging demonic fire inside Yun Zhonghe. This fire wasn’t just disturbing Yun Zhonghe; through their bond, it also passed its way to her, giving her an odd tingling sensation.
Seeing Xue Yunjian again after so long, Yun Zhonghe wanted to vent. It was because of her problems that he couldn’t help but give in.
To make up for it, Xue Yunjian went full throttle.
Yun Zhonghe: WHAT?!
I mean, I’m just complaining you broke my discipline, not asking you to take it to the next level!
But Yun Zhonghe found himself completely helpless against the insatiable Xue Yunjian. They went at it in their medicinal bath tub.
The medicinal liquid was floating around in large, pure white clouds…
…
Night fell, and the room became eerily quiet.
Yun Zhonghe lay in bed, completely exhausted and motionless, with Xue Yunjian sleeping soundly next to him. Her sleep wasn’t graceful but somehow casual. One leg, seemingly endless, draped over his body.
Even though it was a bit better this time—just two hours of absolute chaos!—Yun Zhonghe had bite marks everywhere. Anyone would think he was part dog.
This sweet, naive sword spirit who seemed so innocent behaved so differently. Was reverse kawaii all the rage now?
Plus, Xue Yunjian didn’t even bother transforming back to her usual self. After absorbing so much essence from Yun Zhonghe and being fed by Xuan Iron for a while, her human form was lasting longer.
Beside him, his adorable little goddess was lying there, soft and big, right in his arms. He could kiss her plump, rosy lips easily, if only she didn’t drain him of all interest.
d*mn, raising a sword-spirit girlfriend is rough work.
Yun Zhonghe sighed and pulled the blanket over her smooth, porcelain skin.
“Master… It feels so good… I need more…”
She mumbled in her sleep.
Yun Zhonghe laughed bitterly and was left agape.
At least she’s a sword spirit, otherwise, he’d be drained of his primal energy.
“God, this thing is like a Dyson vacuum cleaner!”
“Ah… Things are getting wild, I’m completely lost.”
Helpless, Yun Zhonghe rubbed his forehead. While Xue Yunjian was problematic, he thought Lin Zhongyu’s situation was even trickier.
He kept replaying moments in his head, trying to figure out which decision or moment led things here.
Everything seemed reasonable, yet it all went sideways, leaving him trapped between a rock and a hard place.
How will he explain himself to his friends?
He believed in honesty and wouldn’t cross that line, even with Huáng Àotiān. He tried so hard to be reliable both to her and Lin Zhongyu, but it all came down to being a minotaur.
This is too much!
Yun Zhonghe was deeply worried.
He never considered Huáng Àotiān or the main female character as possible love interests, but Lin Zhongyu threw a curveball.
She confessed, and there’s no way Yun Zhonghe wasn’t moved.
With ample emotional groundwork and her cuteness, she was the ideal girl, way above Su Xiaoxiao. Sometimes, he wanted to call her “Zhongyu Mom.”
Who could resist such perfection?
But reality is cruel.
If he rejects Lin Zhongyu, he’ll either regret it or lose her forever. She’s the one he’s worked the hardest on, yet the closest to him.
Without her protection, his life could be at stake. No one else would step in for him anymore.
If he accepts her though, won’t it confirm he’s just another “Yellow-hair”?
“I can’t decide!!”
Yun Zhonghe was in a tight spot.
He felt like he was being toyed with by fate itself.
Only consolation was that Lin Zhongyu is training with the Yin-Yang Sword God, so they rarely see each other. And Mu Jixue isn’t here either. He needs time to sort out this love triangle.
It was going to be a long night.
Tossing and turning, Yun Zhonghe couldn’t sleep.
Su Xiaoxiao was also restless. She couldn’t stop thinking about today’s rash action, feeling foolish.
And then there’s Mu Jixue… She was dead asleep.
Waking up refreshed, she stretched out. But looking up, she found herself back in the inner sect. Oddly, she scratched her head.
Something big must’ve happened. Like losing something important, even though she can’t figure out what.
Mu Jixue’s intuition about Huáng Àotiān was still spot on.
However, she didn’t dwell on it, especially after her fun encounter with Yun Zhonghe today. She felt superior.
Mu Jixue rules! Mu Jixue reigns supreme! Mu Jixue wins big time!
“Student, you seem quite pleased?”
But before Mu Jixue could revel in her joy, Yōuyuè Zhēnrén appeared behind her like a ghost.
Startled, she stood up: “Mistress!”
Yōuyuè Zhēnrén’s eyes were a pool of complex emotions. Given her a break earlier, but seeing her sneak a vacation, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
Look at Yun Zhonghe, working diligently without anyone to push him!
Although she hasn’t checked in on him, he’s undoubtedly training.
Perhaps he made progress, unlocked new ground.
In contrast, Mu Jixue was taking it easy.
“Now, let’s continue our practice!” Yōuyuè Zhēnrén’s voice brooked no argument.
Disappointed, Mu Jixue said: “Uh, master, my leave isn’t over…”
By rule, her break ends tomorrow morning.
“You’re back, your break is over.” She reminded Mu Jixue. “Remember, I am your teacher—beyond regular standards. Without hard work, sheer talent won’t do you any good in a world of fierce competition.”
Yōuyuè Zhēnrén’s stern face said it all.
Tormented, Mu Jixue wondered why the once gentle and mysterious teacher had become so harsh.
It hurts so much!
Ouch, I hurt!
…
Yun Zhonghe, Lin Zhongyu, and Mu Jixue all tossed and turned in bed, with complex thoughts plaguing themselves throughout the night.
There was one more—a Su Xiaoxiao—also struggling with insomnia.
Encountering someone shocking today, she met Su Xinghe!
Not a nice sisterly reunion, but a cold warning.
“Month, or leave Su family. Otherwise, don’t say I didn’t warn you in the sect.”
The pressure is real.
