Only the cult leader accepted my confession.-Chapter 14 - : It Is Worth It for Me to Be Your Teacher

"What do you think?"

Luo Jiuyan's voice was calm, but inside, she was panicking.

Ye Shu came to her with what looked like a housing ticket. A housing ticket!

She had read about this in those, ahem, explicit books she had "accidentally" come across while "cleaning" the archive. When a man had improper thoughts about a woman, he would take a room ticket and head to an inn to...

Her face burned at the thought.

She had told Ye Shu he could make a request, but she didn't expect him to be this bold!

"You—" She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the embarrassment rising in her chest. "Ye Shu, I allowed you to make a condition, but don't you think you're pushing it too far?"

Ye Shu was dumbfounded. What was she even talking about?

"Master, this is just a sightseeing ticket for the Lantern Festival!" He raised the oil-paper slip, his expression innocent.

Luo Jiuyan scoffed, arms crossed. "Nonsense. It's clearly a house—"

Her words got caught in her throat. She finally took a proper look at the ticket.

Luoyang City, Lantern Festival Sightseeing Ticket.

"...Huh?"

Luo Jiuyan froze as if struck by lightning. Her mind buzzed.

It was... real?

Ye Shu looked at her in disbelief. "You didn't actually think it was—"

"I obviously knew it was a sightseeing ticket!" Luo Jiuyan cut him off, turning away. Her cheeks were red, her voice flustered. "I was just... momentarily dazzled!"

Ye Shu gave her a skeptical look, rubbing his chin. "Dizzy? Really?"

This wasn't an eyesight problem. This was clearly a thought process problem.

Why did her mind even go there?!

Of course, he didn't dare say this out loud. He let out a sigh, choosing to play along. "Ah, of course. Master was simply testing me."

Luo Jiuyan's eyes lit up. Good disciple! Knows how to give people a way out!

She coughed lightly, regaining her composure. "Yes, exactly. A test."

Ye Shu forced a smile. "Then, Master, will you accept my invitation? I wanted to take you to the Lantern Festival—to admire the lanterns and flowers, and perhaps, cultivate our sentiments."

"It does sound nice..." Luo Jiuyan murmured, tapping her fingers on the armrest.

After all, she had been stuck in this grand, yet lifeless, palace for decades.

The snow-covered peaks of Tiansha were beautiful, but they never changed.

The female guards outside could gossip and joke, but she, as Sect Master, had no one to talk to on equal terms.

Perhaps...

No!

She couldn't just agree so easily.

She crossed her arms, shaking her head. "Ye Shu, cultivation should be your priority! Not... indulging in leisure!"

Ye Shu's jaw nearly dropped.

Didn't she look excited just a moment ago?

But he quickly understood—she was pretending.

As the supreme ruler of the sect, Luo Jiuyan was naturally prideful.

He took a deep breath, putting on a solemn expression. "Master, you misunderstand. This is part of my training!"

Luo Jiuyan's eyes narrowed. "Oh? So now you're claiming that eating, drinking, and playing is cultivation? Do you take me for a fool?!"

Ye Shu hurriedly waved his hands. "Master, I would never dare!"

"Then explain."

Ye Shu lowered his gaze, adopting a slightly troubled expression. "Master... my inner demon is acting up again. If I continue to suppress it without relief, I fear I will lose my heart for cultivation..."

Luo Jiuyan's expression shifted.

Inner demon?

That meant he wanted to...

Her mind instantly filled with those images again.

A flush crept up her neck, but she quickly forced herself to remain composed.

"I see." She sighed dramatically, rubbing her temple. "For the sake of your cultivation, I shall reluctantly agree."

In truth, she had already been tempted to go, but since Ye Shu had phrased it in such a way...

Ye Shu smiled, bowing slightly. "Then, in three days, shall we meet at the Lantern Festival in Luoyang City?"

Luo Jiuyan nodded gently. "See you then."

But as Ye Shu left the hall, he let out a long breath.

That was way too close.

He could swear that if he had said one wrong word, Luo Jiuyan would have skinned him alive.

Still, she had agreed. That was what mattered.

Now, all he needed to do was take things step by step.

He walked away with a satisfied smirk.

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Just as Ye Shu was leaving, a cold wind rushed past him.

Before he could react—

BAM!

He collided into something soft.

Or rather, someone soft.

"Oof!"

Ye Shu stumbled slightly, rubbing his chest. "What the—?"

A sharp voice interrupted him.

"You!"

He looked up and felt his heart drop.

A tall woman in soft armor stood before him, her long ponytail swaying in the wind. Her face was striking—sharp features, piercing eyes, and a deep scowl.

Nie Qing.

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Ye Shu gulped.

Oh no.

"Senior Sister!" He immediately put on his most charming smile, trying to look as non-threatening as possible.

Nie Qing's lips curled into a smirk, but it was not a friendly one. "Well, well, what a coincidence."

Ye Shu felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple.

This was bad.

Very bad.

Because years ago, in a moment of sheer recklessness, he had confessed to Nie Qing.

And her reaction?

A sword straight to his face.

Nie Qing was not like Luo Jiuyan, who would at least entertain his nonsense before punishing him.

She was brutal.

And completely unpredictable.

Not to mention... terrifyingly strong.

Ye Shu had once heard rumors that, after her family betrayed her, she had personally slaughtered them all in cold blood.

So, out of all the women in the sect, she was the last person he wanted to provoke.

Yet, here he was.

Caught in her sights.

And then—

Shing!

Nie Qing unsheathed her sword, her eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

"I swore that if I ever saw you again, I would kill you."

Ye Shu paled.

"S-Senior Sister, let's talk about this—!"

Before he could finish, Nie Qing lunged.

"Die!"