Chapter 1091: Chapter 609: Paper Flowers or Real Flowers? (Double-Length)

The faint panting fell on the pillow, blowing the fine velvet of the brocade.

Chen Yi gently pressed her back, whispered close to her ear:

"Master, isn’t this enough?"

Saying this, he pressed tightly.

She turned back her head, her eyes slightly misty yet still clear, glanced at Chen Yi.

The one-armed woman said nothing.

Chen Yi grinned mischievously, then heard a sound like giant gears grinding with stones, rough and abrasive.

In the silence, almost unconsciously, it inexplicably tugged at the heartstrings.

He himself was always a person who followed his heart, and at this moment, he no longer restrained his emotions.

......

Having done his part, he brushed his clothes.

Turning his eyes, the one-armed woman was in view, her clothes covering two-thirds of her skin, but he could still see the tension of snow-white skin from the subtly exposed sensitive curves, even with just one arm, she was still irresistibly beautiful.

The bedroom was vaguely humid and hazy, but perhaps due to her years of ascetic life, Chen Yi only smelled his own breath and a few other scents, all emanating from him. Her scent could only be faintly detected when he leaned in close.

So after the matter was done, Chen Yi was drenched with sweat, while she remained fresh and clean.

"Master, you should control yourself," Chen Yi remarked.

Not knowing if he was being mysterious or feigning ignorance, the one-armed woman glanced at him coldly and said, "Let’s ensure this does not repeat."

Chen Yi shivered, then with a cheeky grin said, "I misspoke, it should repeat, it should repeat."

Whether Zhou Yitang heard him or not, she meticulously put her clothes in order.

The once rebellious disciple seemed suddenly aware of the importance of respecting his master, neglecting to wear his own clothes, quickly dressing her who had only one hand. Although Zhou Yitang treated him coldly, he accepted it gladly without any complaint.

A fine scene of strict master and filial student. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The one-armed woman gestured for him to step aside.

Chen Yi stepped aside, changed into his own clothes, and after a while left the room, finding Zhou Yitang under a tree, gazing into the distance.

He slowly walked up, leaned close to her side, and softly asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Just looking around," Zhou Yitang glanced at the scenery of heaven and earth before saying, "It looks authentic."

"Thank you for your praise, Master."

"Hmm."

Zhou Yitang responded casually, her mood complex.

The world seemed washed clear, clouds floating, in just a few days, the scene expanded outward, no longer confined to Cangwu Peak, encompassing half of Yin Sword Mountain. Despite being small as a mustard seed compared to the world outside, heaven and earth are still heaven and earth.

This was similar yet different from her sword.

Noticing her mood’s fluctuation in the details, Chen Yi tried not to provoke his master, knowing the common saying goes don’t hit a smiling face, Zhou Yitang now entrusted her body to him, reigniting their bond, hence he accommodated and accepted her.

Just as Chen Yi pondered how to speak, Zhou Yitang unexpectedly asked, "Is my sword... not good enough?"

Chen Yi was stunned; for a swordsman, denying the sword that they rely on for existence is scarier than killing them, especially in Yin Sword Mountain where the sword is worshiped, the sword is of utmost importance.

An abrupt and tricky question, testing Chen Yi’s response, a slight misstep might trigger her mood disturbance.

Answering too quickly seems frivolous, too slowly and hesitating lacks sincerity, Chen Yi took a deep breath, softly replied, "It’s good enough, just not suitable for me, but it’s compatible with my heaven and earth."

Zhou Yitang glanced at him, Chen Yi didn’t feel constrained, instead continued with a smile, "Sword Creation of Heaven and Earth, Sword in Heaven and Earth, isn’t your sword fitting within the heaven and earth I create?"

"You smooth talker." She coldly reprimanded, then after a moment, turned to say softly, "Makes sense."

Chen Yi nodded with a smile, relieved.

Zhou Yitang seemed to sense something, sneered, "Were you afraid I’d be distressed?"

Chen Yi blinked, having been uncovered, admitted, "A little, but what I said isn’t false."

"Before I asked you, I already thought about it," Zhou Yitang remarked.

Chen Yi quickly understood, he chuckled, realizing indeed, she was never one to shoot without aim, that question wasn’t seeking an answer for her confusion but confirming his opinion.

With this realization, Chen Yi felt relieved yet a bit helpless towards her, gently leaned against her back, softly said, "Zhu Yu..."

Zhou Yitang neither accepting nor rejecting, allowed Chen Yi to embrace her waist.

The two quietly enjoyed this rare tranquility.

After a while, Chen Yi fiddled with her collar, smilingly said, "Didn’t you tell me to control myself, how come you’re seeking me in just a few days?"

"..." She seemed uncertain how to respond, after a pause said, "Afraid you wouldn’t control yourself."

Whether covering it up or genuinely concerned, Chen Yi didn’t comment further, his breath slightly rushed, "I truly lack self-control."

Zhou Yitang gently furrowed her brows, not long after it was done, "Want more already?"

"Because my cultivation of heart is insufficient, and my practice is a mess, it needs some guidance."

"Not the time." She replied flatly.

"Then a bit later?"

"A bit later."

With all these words, Chen Yi’s intentions were clear, softly asked, "Then a bit later... shall we also reach Tongxuan..."