Leveling Up by Kissing My Disciple - chapter 4

Bai Yue was still suffering in the burning heat that enveloped her body, her silver hair scattered across the Ice Brick, gently curling from the rising steam.

She lightly bit her pale red lips, stifled whimpers escaping her throat, her fingertips unconsciously clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Mu Chenxi’s jade-like hand shimmered with specks of cold starlight, wisps of chill gathering into a stream of white light that drifted through the window crack, slowly merging into Bai Yue’s body.

As Mu Chenxi’s pure cold energy entered her, Bai Yue’s tense back gradually relaxed, her tightly furrowed brows slowly eased, and even the flush on her cheeks faded, cooling her feverish face.

Seeing this, Mu Chenxi quietly slid the window shut like a thief, her movements so gentle as if afraid to disturb anyone inside.

Her jade hand pressed against her chest again, where her heartbeat was still absurdly fast, even her fingertips trembling slightly.

Indeed, her Dao Heart needed tempering; staying by Bai Yue’s side was the right choice.

Her heart still racing, Mu Chenxi seemed to realize something. With a tap of her toe, she leapt to the bamboo grove by the lake.

Her sword left its sheath with a crisp hum, sword shadows fluttering instantly, the fierce Sword Aura sweeping across the bamboo tips, sending leaves rustling to the ground.

This was her strongest technique-the Supreme Emotionless Sword Art.

She had long since comprehended the Sword Technique’s first stage, Emotionless, and reached its bottleneck.

At this moment, she distinctly sensed the bottleneck of the Supreme Emotionless Sword Art loosening ever so slightly.

Supreme Emotionless-so it actually requires experiencing emotion?

Have I truly felt emotion…

Mu Chenxi pondered seriously, deliberately recalling the scene inside the bamboo house just now.

Bai Yue’s feverish figure gradually surfaced in her mind, though still hazy and indistinct.

Her heart thumped again, and her delicate face flushed faintly.

Yes, this is it-the feeling!

Her sword danced faster and faster, its movements becoming unpredictable; seemingly sharp and powerful, yet tinged with a hint of disorder.

Pfft!

A mouthful of fresh blood spilled from Mu Chenxi’s lips, dripping onto the bluestone slab.

“No, the feeling is still lacking, not clear enough.”

Mu Chenxi frowned, casually wiped the blood from her mouth, the crimson on her fingertips especially striking.

She closed her eyes and focused, striving to recall the image that made her heart race.

Once again, Bai Yue’s hazy figure appeared in her mind, and her sword moved anew. The sword moves remained chaotic, Sword Aura crisscrossing, bamboo by the lakeside snapping and falling to the ground.

Pfft!

Mu Chenxi spat out another mouthful of old blood, staining her white dress with flecks of red.

“No, no, still not clear enough. I can’t remember her exact appearance.”

Mu Chenxi looked up at the bamboo house on the lake, hesitation flickering in her ice-blue eyes, the color in her cheeks fading further.

She wondered whether she should go look at Bai Yue in the bamboo house again.

Yet, as someone upright and proper, she felt this was wrong.

After all, propriety forbids gazing at others without reason. The first time was to ensure Bai Yue’s safety, the second to relieve her suffering from the burning Fire Poison. But now, to look for her own sword practice-this was not the conduct of a true gentleman.

“I wonder if her Fire Poison will flare up again tomorrow night…”

Mu Chenxi murmured to herself, ultimately withdrawing her gaze, refraining from peeking at Bai Yue again, deciding to wait and see tomorrow night.

However, as a sword fanatic who had touched the bottleneck, her sword refused to rest.

Again and again, she recalled Bai Yue’s image, her heart racing each time, swinging her sword over and over, coughing up blood with every strike.

The bamboo by the lakeside was cut down one by one, the broken stalks piling into a messy little hill, the commotion not insignificant.

Inside the bamboo house on the lake, Bai Yue slept especially soundly. In the past, without Mu Chenxi’s infusion of cold energy, she had suffered every night.

But for Mu Chenxi, the sword fanatic, tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

At dawn the next day, Bai Yue stretched lazily and rose from the bamboo house, the floor covered in water stains.

Her silver hair draped over her shoulders, carrying a lingering trace of drowsiness.

“Huh? Why did I sleep so well last night?”

Bai Yue looked puzzled, her brows slightly furrowed.

Because of her strange constitution, she had always slept poorly.

“Could it be her…”

Bai Yue was no fool; she quickly thought of Mu Chenxi.
“She’s actually not a bad person…”

Bai Yue murmured to herself, raised her hand to tidy her disheveled silver hair, put on her tattered Daoist Robe, and pushed open the door to step out of the bamboo hut.

“What is this!?”

Bai Yue looked at the bare bamboo grove by the lakeside, then caught sight of Mu Chenxi collapsed beside the broken bamboo. She tapped her toe on the ground and swiftly flew over.

Only when she reached Mu Chenxi did Bai Yue see clearly.

Mu Chenxi’s white dress was soaked in blood, her delicate face pale and bloodless, even her breathing was faint.

Bai Yue reached out to support Mu Chenxi, letting her rest gently in her arms, her palm clearly feeling the other’s icy shoulder.

“Are you alright? How did you end up like this? Did an enemy come to kill you!?”

Bai Yue’s tone was urgent, her eyes full of panic.

The broken bamboo everywhere and Mu Chenxi’s severe injuries made her instinctively think someone attacked last night and the two had fought a fierce battle.

“No enemies. I was practicing swordsmanship last night.”

Mu Chenxi spoke weakly, her head heavy as she leaned against Bai Yue’s chest, the back of her head touching something soft, making her heart beat again.

She reflexively tried to grip her sword, but her arm was too heavy to lift, so she could only let the longsword slip to the ground with a crisp sound.

“Practicing swordsmanship… You should take it easy…”

Bai Yue’s mouth twitched, her tone full of speechlessness.

Goodness, Mu Chenxi is so ruthless to herself? She practiced swordsmanship to the point of being half-dead…

Bai Yue didn’t know that when Mu Chenxi practiced, she used Bai Yue’s image as inspiration.

If she knew the truth, she’d be even more speechless.

“It’s fine. I took a Healing Pill. I’ll be fine after a rest.”

Mu Chenxi spoke softly, savoring the softness behind her head and the scent of grass and wood drifting to her nose.

Her heartbeat quickened again. As she closed her eyes, she subconsciously gripped her dress tighter, wanting to remember this feeling and continue practicing after she recovered.

Seeing Mu Chenxi resting with her eyes closed in her arms, Bai Yue didn’t feel right leaving, so she gently asked about what she cared about: “Was it you who helped me last night?”

Mu Chenxi’s heart skipped a beat at the words, as if missing a beat.

She suddenly opened her eyes to look at Bai Yue, then hurriedly shifted her gaze elsewhere, the tips of her ears quietly turning red.

She was guilty, afraid Bai Yue would ask more, and even more afraid her secret peeking would be exposed.

“Yes…”

Mu Chenxi’s voice was soft. Not good at lying, she ultimately admitted honestly.

“Thank you.”

Bai Yue’s tone was full of sincerity. After all, Mu Chenxi had helped her suppress the agony of Fire Poison. She didn’t think much else.

They were both women; surely Mu Chenxi wouldn’t have other thoughts about her.

“You’re welcome…”

Mu Chenxi replied a bit guiltily, quietly sighing in relief, her tense body relaxing a little.

“Why do you train so desperately?” Bai Yue asked again, her gaze falling on Mu Chenxi’s blood-stained dress.

“The Heavenly Tribulation is coming. I need to improve quickly.” Mu Chenxi answered without hesitation, her tone earnest and unwavering.

“…”

Bai Yue looked at her pale but determined face, feeling genuine admiration.

She said she wanted to save the world, and she really was this ruthless to herself. Maybe Mu Chenxi truly was the protagonist of this world.

Actually, Mu Chenxi was quite nice, even quietly helping Bai Yue suppress the Fire Poison.

Though she was a bit wooden, she was beautiful and strong. Who wouldn’t want such a person as a disciple?

Bai Yue looked Mu Chenxi up and down in her arms, calculating in her mind.

“Do you really want me to be your Master?”

“You’ve agreed?”

Mu Chenxi suddenly looked up, struggling to get up and perform the Apprenticeship Ceremony.

Afraid Bai Yue would regret it the next second, she even forgot her pain.

“Don’t rush, I haven’t finished speaking yet.”

Bai Yue quickly gathered her arms, gently holding Mu Chenxi’s slender waist and pressing her back into her embrace.

“Wh… what is it…”

Feeling the softness behind her head, Mu Chenxi’s body instantly stiffened, her voice becoming tense, her fingertips unconsciously twisting her dress.