Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price-Chapter 336 - 141: Niantang and Qiu Zhihe

"Saintess... are you really going to seal yourself within the relic?"

Liu Su quickly asked.

"Liu Su."

Niantang raised her head and gently stroked Liu Su’s cheek, speaking softly:

"We’ve been sisters for a time, your disposition isn’t suited for cultivation. If you no longer wish to stay with him, I can give you the remaining treasures of the Cyan Lotus Sect, which should let you live a life of harmony and ease, free of worry."

"No!" Liu Su instantly replied: "Who said I don’t want to stay with Master? I want to wait with him for your return!"

Niantang smiled: "In that case, follow your heart, no need... to worry about me. Tomorrow, I will return to the relic; today is the last time I will see him."

"So soon?" Liu Su stared at Niantang in disbelief:

"Saintess, the conflict of spiritual power within you has improved a great deal, hasn’t it? Why can’t you transform back into Qiu Zhihe’s form and spend some more time with Master?"

Niantang shook her head: "He’s most likely already guessed that I am Qiu Zhihe. The longer I spend time with him, the more hesitant I become. Moreover, Su Hongling knows my identity; staying together will only bring him harm."

Liu Su bit her lip: "But, Saintess, are you not afraid Master will be taken by other women? Like... Mo Xiaolan, Si Minglan, and... Xiaowu."

Niantang chuckled: "I am about to part ways with him, what more can I manage? Susu, the future depends entirely on you all."

That "you all" naturally included Liu Su.

Liu Su blushed for once, and her eyes welled up with tears:

"Sister Qinglian, sob... I can’t bear to see you go."

Niantang gently embraced her and spoke softly: "Liu Su, you must work harder, be vigilant, learn to protect yourself, and... forget the Cyan Lotus Sect, you’re just a regular loose cultivator. Understand?"

"Sob sob sob, Sister, don’t worry, I will watch over Master and keep those Fox Spirits away from him!"

"Remember, if the day comes again, I am the witch Xia Qinglian, you are Susu, and we... won’t know each other."

...

Night deepened.

In a wooden cabin, Niantang sat before the table, staring blankly at the teacup on the tabletop.

The cup held tea brewed from new Cloud Bamboo leaves, clear and green, with an enchanting fragrance, yet a slight bitterness lingered on the palate.

Just like the melancholy parting in her heart at this moment.

In another two-hour period, as night deepens further, Niantang would quietly depart and enter the relic of the Cyan Lotus Sect.

She possessed the Fog-Breaking Armor that could traverse the Desolate Mist; upon entering the relic, she would completely seal it off.

Once her cultivation is fully restored and she breakthrough from Nascent Soul to Divinity Transformation, she would be able to break free from the confinement.

By then, Qin Gengyun would likely be a renowned Great Cultivator from Eastern Cultivator, perhaps across the whole Hongzhou Continent.

She planned to slaughter the Three Great Sects, and then have Qin Gengyun kill her, enabling him to become the leader of the Righteous Path.

In this way, she could both avenge and aid his ascent.

As a demon of the world, naturally, she could not achieve ascension, but her husband could.

That was enough.

The cold and beautiful crimson figure sat in silence.

One two-hour period later.

She slowly stood up.

Husband, farewell.

Niantang walked to the door, opened it, and was immediately stunned.

"Wife."

Qin Gengyun stood at the door, smiling at her.

"You..."

Niantang froze then spoke coldly:

"To tease your teacher repeatedly is deserving of punishment!"

She raised her hand towards Qin Gengyun, but he neither dodged nor avoided, moving straight forward, Niantang feared hurting him, quickly withdrew her hand, only to find herself embraced directly by him.

"Rebellious disciple!"

Niantang’s cheeks flushed red, finally, she couldn’t help but slap Qin Gengyun on the back.

But Qin Gengyun only held her tighter: "Wife, even if you beat me to death, I won’t let go."

"I am your teacher! You are mad?"

Niantang was furious, her palms ceaselessly hit Qin Gengyun’s back, Qin Gengyun suddenly bowed his head and kissed her lips through her veil.

"..."

In an instant, everything went silent.

Niantang’s body stiffened, her beautiful eyes widened, her hands slackened, hanging numbly while a warm mouth pressed against hers firmly. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The familiar sensation flooded over, leaving her body weak, unable to push him away.

Who knows how long the kiss lasted before the lips separated from the veil, Niantang gasped for air, yet tried to feign anger:

"Rebel, you dare..."

"Wife, I don’t know how you’ve managed it, but I know it’s you."

A soothing and assured voice echoed by her ear:

"Qiu Zhihe and Niantang have never appeared at the same time. In Yunling Town, Teacher always asks me to come to her for lessons at 3 a.m. because I have to wait until my loving time with my wife ends, before I can head out. Once I leave, you leave, heading to Yunling Mountain first to pose as Teacher."

"Qiu Zhihe blocked at the No Regrets Cliff at Cloud Pattern Mountain closed door cultivation, Niantang appears. In the relic, I said I would introduce you to my wife, and you refused."

"Because the two of you are the same person, it’s naturally impossible for you both to appear together."

Niantang was as stunned as she could be, her body felt lighter, as Qin Gengyun lifted her horizontally.

"It is indeed heavier than my wife, because of the changed form, but the scent on you is identical to hers."

"Scent?" Niantang stared blankly at him, no longer attempting resistance.

Qin Gengyun cradled his tall, voluptuous beloved towards the bed, gazing down at her with a smile:

"Yes, that special aroma, only my wife has it."

"What aroma?"

"Hmm... it’s like floral, yet also like... milky, in any case, it’s very pleasant, easy to remember, no matter who you disguise as, I can detect it."

Qin Gengyun approached the bed, gently laid Niantang upon it, leaned down, his lips nearly touching the veiled alluring face:

"Wife, do you still intend to conceal from me?"

Niantang attempted a last struggle: "Naughty disciple, cease your nonsense! I’m giving you one final chance, leave at once..."

But Qin Gengyun had already removed the veil from her face, Niantang exclaimed in shock, a flame of red igniting in her palm targeting him, yet Qin Gengyun had once again blocked her lips.

This time, there wasn’t a veil to stop it.

"Mmph mmph... You... Rebel..."

Half an hour later.

"Rebel, may I finally be released?"

Niantang was held tightly in Qin Gengyun’s arms, her flawless oval face flushed brightly, yet she still crafted an expression of cold indifference.

Qin Gengyun surveyed her thoroughly and smiled: "Wife, you certainly seem taller in this form, far surpassing before. How about you remain this way henceforth?"

"What do you mean?! Are you dissatisfied with my previous figure?!"

Niantang became furious, then noticed Qin Gengyun’s smile and paused in wonder.

"Wife, it seems even against your own jealousy you can’t win. Come now, quickly transform back, else I’ll have to discipline you again!"

"You... don’t!"

Niantang’s cheeks flushed scarlet, her pale arms beckoned, and the dress on the ground flew up, encircling her. Under the moonlight streaming in from the window, her tall form steadily shrunk, crimson hair turning black.

A moment later, a petite, delicate woman with a charming round face stood before Qin Gengyun. Her almond eyes held a springyb look, voice carrying a soft reproach:

"Husband, you hardly understand tender care, I barely stand steady."