Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 447 433: The Sword Spirit is Too Shameless

Pei Yuhang patiently extracted the residual Sword Qi from Jiu's body. Seeing fine beads of sweat break out on her forehead, he made the movements of his slender fingers on her abdomen even gentler, trying his best to lessen her pain.

Gradually, a rotating, semi-translucent sphere condensed in the palm of the hand Pei Yuhang had placed on Jiu's flat abdomen.

The sphere's surface glowed with a faint halo, but inside were densely packed silver threads swimming like a school of sardines—that was the Sword Qi extracted from Jiu's body.

Jiu held her breath, staring intently at the sphere.

She saw the silver threads wrapping around each other layer by layer. In the center of their encirclement, a small, pitch-black vortex was spinning and struggling madly, but it was firmly imprisoned by the Sword Qi, unable to break free.

"This is—"

Upon seeing the bizarre Vortex Spiritual Qi, Jiu's amber eyes constricted, and her face grew a few shades paler.

'If not for Pei Yuhang's experience today, who knows how long this insidious Vortex Spiritual Qi would have remained inside me!'

Pei Yuhang glanced up, and seeing her alarmed expression, he gently reassured her, "Don't worry. The Vortex Daoist died long ago. This strand of Vortex Dark Force isn't some ghastly thing that can possess you.

It's like a timed Thunder Shocking Pearl. It would only erupt inside you later, when you're seriously injured and weak, or when you're undergoing a Celestial Tribulation."

"..."

'Pei Yuhang, don't say that so calmly! That's terrifying, you know!'

Although she grumbled to herself, Jiu still let out a long sigh of relief. As Pei Yuhang finished his examination, her tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

She lifted her luminous eyes, gazing sincerely at the handsome man before her, and said softly,

"Thank you... Sword Immortal Pei."

Pei Yuhang shook his head, his expression as reserved and nonchalant as ever, but a gentle look flashed in his eyes. "You don't need to be so polite with me."

"The attack on the Dao Sect's ship had nothing to do with you in the first place. I was the one who insisted on bringing you on board because I was worried about leaving you at the manor. That's why you got caught up in this."

As Pei Yuhang spoke, with a flip of his hand, a Demon Blade, dark purple from hilt to tip, suddenly appeared in his palm. Faint wisps of Evil Qi coiled around its body, and as light played across its edge, it seemed as if vengeful souls were moaning softly—

It was none other than "Purple Prison," the bonded Demon Blade of the Sword Demon Yan Cang from eight thousand years ago.

"This is the bonded Spiritual Blade of a top-tier Sword Cultivator. I've already completely shattered the blade spirit within it. Although this has affected the blade's current quality, it also means you have one less thing to worry about. You can take it back and safely nurture and refine it."

"This blade... are you really giving it to me?"

Jiu stared blankly at Purple Prison. The blade was strange and domineering, yet it inexplicably resonated with her own aura. She was instantly captivated by its extraordinary appearance alone.

Moreover, as an Attendant to the Holy Daughter, she was worldly and knowledgeable, and could tell that the Demon Blade before her was no Mortal Grade item.

'And I remember feeling that terrifying Sword Gang during my fight with the Vortex Daoist... the one that was clashing with Pei Yuhang.'

'This Purple Blade in front of me might be the spoils of war he claimed after defeating that Sword Cultivator... So, he's just giving such a precious treasure to me?'

Jiu subconsciously reached out, then hesitated, her hand stopping mid-air. Her fingertips curled slightly, a clear sign that she both desired it and was hesitant to accept.

Seeing Jiu's expression of wanting to take it but being too embarrassed, Pei Yuhang raised an eyebrow, a look of disdain on his face.

"I told you to take it, so take it. Why are you suddenly being so coy?"

Before he had even finished speaking, he grabbed her wrist and thrust Purple Prison into her arms. Caught off guard, Jiu trembled at the cool touch of the blade against her fingertips and subconsciously hugged it tight.

Jiu wanted to say more, but Pei Yuhang had already raised his hand and placed it gently on her shoulder. His tone was gentle yet firm. "You're still very weak. Rest for now."

"You can have the bed in the room for now."

Jiu looked up and met his calm gaze. His eyes were as deep as a pool, revealing no emotion, yet they were inexplicably reassuring.

She pursed her lips and finally gave up insisting, obediently lying down on the bed.

The bed was filled with Pei Yuhang's scent, making Jiu feel as if she were being forcefully pulled into his embrace.

Her heart began to race, a feeling she couldn't calm even with the Qi Concealment Technique.

"I'm a little cold now... I must have caught a chill during the examination since I'm so weak... Can I use your quilt? I threw the old one away."

Jiu finally revealed her true intentions. She clutched the bedsheets, a little shy, and spoke in a small voice.

Pei Yuhang didn't answer her. He just walked toward the door and said softly,

"It's chaotic outside. Elder Chen might not be able to handle it alone. I'm going out for a bit."

After speaking, he turned and left, his white robes fluttering and kicking up a cool breeze.

Jiu watched his retreating back, swallowed, then looked down at the neatly folded quilt Pei Yuhang had left. She muttered,

"He didn't refuse... so that must mean he agrees, right?"

Like a little kitten that had just stolen a fish, Jiu carefully unfolded the quilt and pulled it over herself.

She also tucked the quilt between her long legs.

...

...

「After Pei Yuhang left the room.」

BUZZ—

The Silent Sword at his waist suddenly trembled lightly, its ring like a whisper.

In the next instant, a slender figure drifted out of the sword and landed gracefully on Pei Yuhang's shoulder—

It was none other than the Little Sword Spirit, Bai Jingjing, who was fond of going commando and always dangled her bare feet.

She sat with her legs crossed, her chin in her hand, and tilted her head to look at him with a teasing expression.

"Pei Yuhang, you already know who she is. Why don't you just reveal yourself to her?"

Pei Yuhang didn't stop walking, but his eyes darkened slightly. His long lashes lowered, concealing the turbulent emotions within.

"Now is not the time."

Bai Jingjing pouted and rolled her eyes with a look of disdain.

"You're so wishy-washy, always acting so prim and proper! No wonder bad women love to bully you. They love to see you blush beet-red, your cool composure completely shattered!"

"Bai Jingjing, you're asking for a beating, aren't you!"

Pei Yuhang feigned raising his hand to strike, but Bai Jingjing had already floated far away.

She fluttered into the distance like a butterfly and stuck out her tongue at Pei Yuhang. "Bleh, bleh, bleh!"

"I hit the nail on the head, didn't I! You were desperately looking for Fan Xuan back then, but now that you've actually found her, you're not saying a word.

Next thing you know, it'll be just like that time with Lin Qianyan—"

As she spoke, Bai Jingjing imitated Pei Yuhang, putting on a pained yet deeply affectionate expression.

"'No, Qianqian... I can't accept you! If I do, I'd be wronging Liyuan, wronging Yueqiu, and most of all, wronging you!~ Hahaha~~'

You say 'no' with your mouth, but in the end, you still ended up in bed with that Jade Pool Saintess."

The corner of Pei Yuhang's mouth twitched, his expression growing darker.

"Bai Jingjing, I think you're asking for a good slap!"

"You've stated the reward. Now, for the punishment?"

The impish Sword Spirit looked at him provocatively.

"..."