Chapter 316: The Blooming Little Mirror Master

When Ji You had half-carried, half-pulled the Little Mirror Master into his arms, he had already caught a faint, elegant fragrance.

But the Gathering Immortal Banquet had just ended; even if the immortal's scent was delightful, there should have been some trace of smoke and fire.

Ji You watched her deliberately cold and haughty expression, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"So fragrant."

"Rogue…"

"You came to see me after bathing?"

The Little Mirror Master's kicking stopped instantly; a flush of pink bloomed on her haughty face, but only for an instant—she snapped back, biting his lips with her silver teeth.

This Yan Shuyi didn't resemble the aloof Little Mirror Master of Spirit Sword Mountain; she was more like a fierce, adorable little tiger.

Ji You wasn't annoyed; he kept to his own business.

Soon after, the flustered Little Mirror Master began kicking him, her eyes like water, her teeth pressing harder.

But after just a few bites, she suddenly released him with a muffled "Mmm," clamping her red lips shut instead, her jade foot dangling by his waist curling tightly.

"Rogue…"

"Last time it was 'husband,' now it's 'rogue' again?"

"Rogue, rogue…"

"You know I can kill a Wujiang cultivator, but I can't beat you—especially with your Sacred Artifact protecting you."

A Wujiang expert's wave could summon thunder and wind; add a Sacred Artifact, and even a Linxian cultivator could stand a chance against him.

In other words, if the Little Mirror Master didn't want to, he had no chance against her.

And in the chaos, human movements are hard to stabilize—he was certain Yan Shuyi had deliberately granted him advantage just now.

"Yi'er, call me husband."

"..."

Amid the rocking, the Little Mirror Master's eyes shimmered faintly, yet she remained proudly silent.

As Little Mirror Master of Spirit Sword Mountain, she needed to continue her bloodline, so she was using Ji You.

Last time too—but she hadn't used him well; using him again isn't unreasonable.

Yet she felt her previous soft, whimpering pleas of "husband" weren't her true self—only the effect of the pill.

Yes, the Liangyi Huanjing Pill was indeed eaten by the rogue; she hadn't taken it, but after its power released, she consumed several doses of its liquid form—so her mind was surely poisoned, not her true self.

But as the storm intensified, Yan Shuyi's beautiful phoenix eyes widened gradually, the softness and heat in her gaze deepening.

Because she suddenly realized—what had just happened wasn't the full version…

When Ji You arrived at the suburban courtyard, it was already Chou hour; the night was now deeper.

From Louwailou, the cultivators gathered there had begun emerging from the brightly lit halls, filling the empty long street with voices.

People were still chatting about Ji You's sudden appearance at the Immortal Garden and the upcoming matches tomorrow.

Some, after observing how the Little Mirror Master of Spirit Sword Mountain treated her few direct disciples, continued discussing her marriage—who would she wed?

Others believed her cold, detached demeanor, her indifference to all, meant she'd never marry at all.

For no one could imagine how such an ethereal, icy immortal would behave as a wife—or who could tame a woman like an empress.

At this moment, in the suburban courtyard, the cries of "husband" rose one after another.

"Husband…"

"I heard."

He had never revealed the full version before—even in Yu Danzong.

But the Little Mirror Master was simply too brazen.

Still, hearing the haughty ghost call him "husband" was truly intoxicating.

He couldn't help recalling Qiu Ru's gesture, watching Yan Shuyi's pouty face and thinking: this girl constantly claims to have severed emotion and love, yet after returning to the mountain, she quietly arranged for pregnancy—she wants to bear a child.

Though Qingyun's realm is free and immortal, one doesn't simply bear children at will.

Especially since bloodline succession concerns family continuity—this matter is taken far more seriously.

Clearly, the aloof Little Mirror Master is a love-struck fool: she not only gives herself, but plans to bear a child.

After Yin hour, the storm still raged; beneath the old locust tree in the courtyard, Zhuo Wanqiu and Ding Yao's eyes trembled.

They had been considering whether to return, but now they knew there was no need to consider.

Honestly, though they knew their Mirror Master couldn't stay cold around the Young Master, they'd never heard her make such soft, whimpering sounds.

Someone switched mid-way—someone must have switched mid-way.

The two exchanged glances, both eyes flashing a hint of heat.

But the delicate, warbling cries didn't last long—they suddenly sensed a sharp, piercing aura behind them, turned in shock, and saw sword qi rising abruptly from within the room, making doors and windows rattle.

The sword qi rose and fell, gathered and dispersed, as if desperately trying to strike—but each time, it was interrupted at the critical moment.

Seeing this, Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu were both stunned.

Normally, when embracing or kissing, their Mirror Master's sword qi would release at the start—just to frighten or assert authority, then vanish quickly.

But today—why did the sword qi suddenly appear midway through the second round, brimming with real killing intent?

"..."

"Thirsty?"

Night slowly drained away; dawn broke, the east turned pale, and the outline of Rihua City gradually sharpened.

Ji You poured tea from the table and brought the cup to Yan Shuyi's lips.

After a long silence, the Little Mirror Master rose, took the cup, sipped it slowly, then stared at him with icy, terrifying eyes.

"Want more?"

"No."

Yan Shuyi's voice was hoarse, yet still carried a whisper of softness.

Ji You took the empty cup from her, turned to place it on the table—but before the cup's base touched the wood, his heart jolted.

Behind him, on the bed, Yan Shuyi trembled, her fingertips flicked—sword qi shot upward, howling down.

Ji You instantly swung his fist to block—but was still slammed hard into the side room.

CRASH—the wardrobe in the side room collapsed, wooden planks scattering across the floor.

Outside, Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu were still whispering, when suddenly the door was pushed open.

They looked up—their Mirror Master was fully dressed, storming out, cheeks flushing red upon seeing them, then leaping into the air and vanishing.

"What's wrong with the Mirror Master?"

"Don't know. Looks like she wants to kill someone."

"But last night she was so happy…"

They felt something must have happened midway when the sword qi erupted, causing their Mirror Master's killing intent to be so fierce—but they didn't know what, dared not ask, and could only follow after her.

At this moment, Ji You rose from the side room and walked back into the main chamber.

The wooden bed, which had borne the night's labors, was now empty—blankets, bedding, pillows all gone, leaving only bare planks.

Ji You fell silent for a long while, then couldn't help coughing twice.

Dawn's light spread quickly; figures began moving through the Youxian Assembly's training ground.

Today's match pairings had been posted, displayed in every corner.

Countless combatants gathered in the courtyard; spectators climbed the viewing towers.

The Youxian Assembly's training ground differed from the Former Sages' Garden—it was one vast arena, similar in structure to the Ancient Dao Field near the Former Sages' Garden.

The viewing towers encircled the entire ground, divided into eight zones, each separated by barriers.

As the sun rose higher, the training ground gradually brightened.