Chapter 357: Not Sparing Even Ghosts

On the other side, Jin Xiaoqin woke up from her sleep. When her gaze fixed on Ye Wenxin, she turned pale with fright. In Jin Xiaoqin’s vision, she saw two blurry silhouettes, one emitting a red glow and the other a green one. Ye Wenxin’s expression appeared somewhat dazed, making Jin Xiaoqin realize that these two silhouettes were the fierce ghosts of the umbrella sword.

“Old Jin, you woke up quite early.” Ye Wenxin had an embarrassed smile, instinctively shrinking back, feeling like she had put herself in a dangerous situation. However, it seemed Jin Xiaoqin had no intention of doing anything to her. Instead, she took out her axe from her bag of holding and swung it at Ye Wenxin.

“Old Jin, have you gone mad!? Why are you chopping at me!?” Ye Wenxin exclaimed, dodging just in time to see the axe split her bed in half.

The Yin-Yang ghosts looked at Jin Xiaoqin’s actions with dissatisfaction, while Ye Wenxin was very confused, wondering why Jin Xiaoqin was so angry right after waking up.

“You’re the crazy one! Not even sparing ghosts!” Jin Xiaoqin’s frustration was evident as the umbrella sword blocked her attack, forcing her to retreat several steps.

“Ghosts? Old Jin, where did you get that idea?” Ye Wenxin was even more exasperated. She signaled to the two Yin-Yang ghosts, instructing them to be ruthless this time and knock Jin Xiaoqin out again.

The two ghosts, having just eaten their fill and full of energy, didn’t hold back their icy aura. The chilling atmosphere intensified as their semi-transparent bodies rapidly grew, transforming into two stunning young women.

Their bright eyes and flawless smiles were breathtaking. Jin Xiaoqin, now furious and jealous, deflected the attacking umbrella sword and charged straight at Ye Wenxin. She was unable to avoid the attack, and got caught. Jin Xiaoqin straddled her, seeming ready to bring the axe down, but in the end, she couldn’t bear to do it. She tossed the axe aside and rashly kissed Ye Wenxin.

At first, it was just a form of punishment, but Jin Xiaoqin quickly realized she couldn’t control her desire for Ye Wenxin. She wanted to control herself, but there was always a voice urging her on.

In this lifetime, Jin Xiaoqin couldn’t be without Ye Wenxin.

The sudden pressure overwhelmed Ye Wenxin. She was left bewildered, as Jin Xiaoqin pounced on her with the ferocity of a tiger. She couldn’t help but tease, “Old Jin, what happened to being purely master and disciple?”

Jin Xiaoqin retorted without missing a beat: “You call me Old Jin; what master-disciple relationship is left in that?”

Her tone was so natural. Ye Wenxin immediately intended to call her ‘Master’, only to find her lips sealed once again. She looked to see that Ghost Mother had joined in, sucking on her lips, taking advantage of the drama to have an extra meal. The sensation of a cold, tiny snake wriggling in her mouth made Ye Wenxin shiver, as more Yin energy was drawn out.

Jin Xiaoqin watched and snorted derisively. “Hmph, I thought you couldn’t even use your fingers, yet you go and mess around with ghosts!” In retaliation, she marked a spot on Ye Wenxin. Ye Wenxin was at a loss for words, unable to decide what to address first. Meanwhile, Sword Ghost seemed to find the situation amusing, and lifted Ye Wenxin from the back to assist Jin Xiaoqin.

Ye Wenxin was unnerved watching this, but as Yin energy was still being drained from her, she didn’t have much strength left to resist. Realizing her dire situation, she recalled her previously forgotten Iceborn Constitution, and warned that her virginity must remain intact before letting herself sink deeper.

She never expected to also become what she once hated the most.

The sounds of breathing, dampness, and wrestling filled Ye Wenxin’s ears. She felt like she was soaring to the heavens, and she couldn’t stop it, nor did she want to anymore…

As dawn approached, Jin Xiaoqin finally felt some exhaustion and curled up to sleep in Ye Wenxin’s arms. Both ghosts’ bellies were slightly swollen, making Ye Wenxin’s face turn pale with fear. “You both aren’t carrying my children, are you?”

The Yin-Yang ghosts rolled their eyes and said in unison, “Don’t worry, we’re just full.”

Ye Wenxin sighed with relief and closed her eyes, hoping to get some rest. But she suddenly felt Jin Xiaoqin’s movement.

“Old Jin, don’t tell me you’ve regained your energy.” Ye Wenxin shuddered, feeling utterly exhausted. Yet, Jin Xiaoqin’s vitality seemed boundless. Her brown hair cascaded down to her waist, and she wore a radiant smile as she continued, “Naturally. I’m in the Nascent Soul stage after all.”

With that, she reignited the fire on Ye Wenxin. Ye Wenxin pleaded desperately, “I have to go down the mountain with Senior Brother Hei today. Can’t we continue this when I come back?”

“No way! I’m doing this precisely to keep you from going down the mountain, you ungrateful disciple! I’ll make sure to exhaust you until you can’t move,” Jin Xiaoqin said with a hearty laugh, then swallowed a few ninth-grade pills to replenish her stamina. (TL: Using ninth-grade pills for this…)

Seeing Jin Xiaoqin downing those ninth-grade pills, Ye Wenxin felt a pang of pain. She thought briefly and then pushed Jin Xiaoqin down, sighing. “That was a waste. You’re dealing with a Tribulation stage cultivator.”

Jin Xiaoqin was completely bewildered, and hearing Ye Wenxin’s boastful words made her laugh uncontrollably…

Their struggle continued until the sky brightened. Hei Haowen arrived right on time to knock on the door. Before he could knock a few times, he saw Ye Wenxin, who appeared refreshed and cheerful.

Hei Haowen touched his bald head and greeted Ye Wenxin with a smile. Even though he saw the mess behind her, his expression only changed slightly. Ye Wenxin remained unfazed as she quickly packed up the things she hadn’t had time to prepare the night before.

She prayed that Jin Xiaoqin wouldn’t wake up so soon, but she still heard Jin Xiaoqin’s loud curses.

“Rebellious disciple, come back here! If you have the guts, let’s go another three hundred rounds!”

Ye Wenxin felt embarrassed, and was suddenly relieved that Hei Haowen was just a monk and didn’t know about her night-long battle with Jin Xiaoqin. However, seeing the suspicion in Hei Haowen’s eyes, she quickly explained, “Ahem, seeing as my master is this angry, let’s hurry and leave.”

Hei Haowen’s expression grew serious after hearing this. The two of them sneaked out of the true disciple’s compound. Without Jin Xiaoqin’s obstruction, Ye Wenxin found it much easier to navigate the Azure Wings Sect.

But when she considered the fact that it was just her and Hei Haowen going down the mountain this time, Ye Wenxin still found it a bit unbelievable.

“Senior Brother Hei, is it really just the two of us this time?”

Hei Haowen rubbed his bald head and asked with a puzzled look, “Do you prefer lively company, Junior Sister Wenxin? If so, when we go down the mountain, this monk can find a few girls to keep you company.”

Ye Wenxin could hardly believe what she was hearing. With a forced smile, she replied, “Senior Brother, if you’re going to find me some company, it should be men.”

Hei Haowen laughed. “It seems Sister Wenxin doesn’t frequent brothels much. Except in larger cities, brothels usually only have women as companions.”