Only the cult leader accepted my confession.-Chapter 13 - : Master, What Do You Think?

The next morning.

The sun peeked over the horizon, casting golden light over the towering cliffs.

A sharp sword light flashed, followed by a deafening boom! as a massive boulder split apart. Shards of stone flew in all directions.

"Return!"

Ye Shu called out, and the silver glow of his sword retracted into his hand. He studied the ethereal blade with satisfaction.

Taiyin Sword—impressive!

With the Qianqiu Bone providing defense and the Taiyin Sword delivering lethal attacks, he had finally achieved a balance between offense and defense.

After testing his weapon, his excitement remained high—because there was something else he couldn't wait to do.

Clutching two delicate oil-paper scrolls in his hands, Ye Shu's smile deepened.

Time to visit Master!

With his sword strapped to his waist, he stepped onto the mountain path, making his way toward Tiansha Peak.

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At the peak, the Shura Palace stood like a magnificent fortress amidst the swirling snow and biting winds.

Inside the grand hall, a graceful yet imposing figure sat on the throne, seemingly lost in thought.

Luo Jiuyan's fingers lightly tapped the armrest as she occasionally let out soft chuckles—absentminded, distracted, and almost... wistful?

The female guards stationed outside exchanged uneasy glances.

"Master... has been acting strange since last night."

"I know, right? She keeps spacing out and suddenly laughing. It's terrifying!"

"She must be plotting some cruel new punishment."

"Exactly! Just thinking about it gives me chills!"

The guards whispered among themselves, their imaginations running wild.

To them, their sect leader, Luo Jiuyan, was an untouchable force of nature—merciless, unwavering, and completely unreadable.

And yet...

As Ye Shu approached the palace gates, his figure cutting through the snow like a lone traveler in a painting, the air around the guards shifted entirely.

"Look! It's Master Mozi!"

"He's even more handsome today!"

"Ahhh, my heart can't take it!"

Though sect rules forbade improper behavior, there was no rule against admiring a beautiful man.

And Ye Shu, with his demonic allure, unmatched talent, and high status, was the very definition of temptation.

"Good morning, sisters."

Ye Shu greeted them with a charming smile and a respectful bow.

His words sent waves of excitement through the female guards.

Some turned red as apples, others fidgeted like nervous schoolgirls. Even the more composed ones found themselves leaning in slightly, as if drawn by some invisible force.

"Master Mozi, may we ask why you've come?"

Ye Shu arched a brow.

If I'm not here to see my master, who else would I be visiting?

"I have something important to discuss with Master," he replied.

"Please wait a moment. I will inform the Sect Leader immediately."

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Inside the grand hall, Luo Jiuyan had already heard Ye Shu's voice long before the guard approached.

Yet, she kept her expression neutral, feigning indifference.

"Master, Master Mozi requests an audience."

Luo Jiuyan's heart skipped a beat.

He came this early?

Was he here to... make demands?

She swallowed, her mind flashing back to the previous night.

When she had returned to her chambers, a nagging thought had taken root—What if he actually expects me to fulfill our agreement?

And so... she had taken it upon herself to do some research.

Under the guise of "burning restricted texts," she had raided the sect's archives, gathering stacks of books and scrolls.

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What followed was an eye-opening night.

Page after page, scene after scene—each one more scandalous than the last.

By dawn, she had absorbed far too much information. Her face burned at the mere memory.

And now, Ye Shu was here.

Luo Jiuyan tightened her grip on the dragon-head armrest, her fingers unknowingly crushing the intricate carving.

"Send him in."

Her voice remained steady, but the slight tremor in her fingertips betrayed her.

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As Ye Shu stepped inside, the guards withdrew, leaving only the two of them in the vast hall.

Luo Jiuyan flicked her sleeve, activating a soundproofing spell.

"Speak."

Only then did Ye Shu relax, flashing his usual easygoing smile.

"Master, do you remember what you promised me?"

Luo Jiuyan's expression stiffened.

She had expected this... but facing it head-on was still overwhelming.

Her mind raced.

If I refuse... where's my dignity?

But if I agree...

A subtle flush crept up her neck.

After a pause, she exhaled and said, "Of course I remember. What do you want?"

Ye Shu reached into his robe and carefully pulled out two oil-paper scrolls.

"Master, please take a look!"

Luo Jiuyan's eyes narrowed.

From the way he presented them, his confidence... his anticipation...

She panicked.

It... It can't be...

Her fingers instinctively clenched under the table.

Ye Shu, noticing her reaction, was momentarily stunned.

Master recognizes them?!

A flicker of disbelief crossed his face.

Could it be... she's secretly experienced?

But before he could say anything, Luo Jiuyan scowled and snapped, "How would I know what those are?!"

Ye Shu resisted the urge to laugh.

"Since Master isn't familiar with them, let me explain."

That was the last straw.

Luo Jiuyan shot up from her seat, her aura flaring with suppressed anger and embarrassment.

"You dare speak such nonsense before me?!"

Ye Shu blinked.

What's with this overreaction?

His master—who could remain calm even when slaughtering a hundred enemies—was now this flustered over a simple explanation?

At that moment, Luo Jiuyan's eyes landed on the partially visible text on the scrolls, and her mind jumped to conclusions.

Her cheeks darkened.

"You... you actually brought me housing tickets?!"

Ye Shu was completely lost.

"Housing tickets?"

Confused, he looked down at the scrolls in his hands.

Lantern Festival tickets.

Not housing tickets.

Realization struck.

His lips twitched.

"Master... what exactly are you thinking?"

Luo Jiuyan froze.

Then, as if struck by lightning, she understood her mistake.

The room fell into silence.

A cold breeze drifted through the hall, though neither of them felt it.

Luo Jiuyan's face burned.

Ye Shu suppressed a laugh, but the amusement in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Master... could it be that you secretly read those kinds of things?

She clenched her fists.

"You... get out."

Ye Shu, still holding the tickets, smiled and bowed.

"As you wish, Master."

And with that, he turned and left.

But as he walked away, he swore he could hear her muttering behind him—something about how she had completely lost face today.

Outside, Ye Shu exhaled, shaking his head with a smirk.

"Master... be prepared for the disciple's next move."

He glanced down at the tickets once more, his smile deepening.