Yaoguang Fairy Path

As the spiritual rain slowly stopped, the moonlight washed over the earth. Ye Shuyao slowly opened her eyes, and what came into her sight was Luo Yunhan's slender back.

He was wearing a moon-white robe and standing with his hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering. Although his expression could not be seen clearly, just standing there he had an air of gracefulness and elegance, like a god.

Seeing that Ye Shuyao had recovered and came to his side, Luo Yunhan's eyes flashed with tenderness. He lowered his head and asked softly, "How do you feel? Have you recovered?" There was a hint of worry in his tone.

Ye Shuyao felt warm at the thought. She shook her head, turned around twice, and said in a sweet voice, "Master, I'm fine now. I feel very well."

Luo Yunhan felt relieved upon hearing this, and spoke in a voice as gentle as jade, "That's good. Yao'er is a Nascent Soul True Sovereign from now on. How about Master giving you the Dao name 'Yaoguang'?" The great Dao is simple, the path to immortality is ethereal. Luo Yunhan looked at Ye Shuyao with a deep gaze, and said, "May the Yaoguang shine brightly, illuminating the nine heavens. It is like being bathed in divine grace, and your heart returns to nature. May the demons retreat wherever the Yaoguang reaches."

Upon hearing this, Ye Shuyao's delicate lips held an innocent smile, her eyes sparkling with joy. She nodded her head lightly and said in a clear and pleasant voice, "Thank you, Master. From now on, my Daoist name will be 'Yaoguang'."

Then she changed the subject and asked curiously, "Master, what were you thinking about just now? You were so engrossed." There was a hint of playfulness and inquiry in her tone.

Luo Yunhan remained silent, turned his head and looked quietly at Ye Shuyao beside him, his eyes deep and gentle, as if he wanted to imprint her deep in his heart.

After a long while, Luo Yunhan slowly said, "Yao'er, do you want to know?" There was a hint of mystery and temptation in his tone.

Ye Shuyao blinked and then nodded: "Of course, Master will tell me?"

Luo Yunhan pursed his lips and smiled, that smile seemed to hide endless tenderness and doting. His fingers gently stroked the corners of Ye Shuyao's eyes, with a barely perceptible tremor, as if he was touching the most precious treasure in the world.

"I'll tell you when we get back." He whispered with a hint of laughter in his tone. After that, without waiting for Ye Shuyao to react, he picked her up sideways. His movements were gentle but full of power, as if she was the most precious treasure in the world.

At this moment, Ye Shuyao's little heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of her chest.

At this moment, Ye Shuyao finally realized some problems. From another perspective, the way she and her master get along seems too close, and it feels unusual. It is not like an ordinary master-disciple relationship, but more like a pair of lovers. Is this an illusion?

Then Ye Shuyao secretly glanced at Luo Yunhan and found that he was looking at her intently, with a gentle light in his eyes.

Somehow, Ye Shuyao felt a little happy in her heart. Now she was sure that her master might treat her differently...

The two of them walked in silence all the way. After a few breaths, they slowly returned to Piaomiao Peak from the void.

Luo Yunhan did not let Ye Shuyao go, but held her gently and walked to the pear tree that emitted a faint fluorescent light and sat down. The petals around her gently fell in the wind, like a scene in a dream. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, leaving only the sounds of their breathing and heartbeats intertwined.

Luo Yunhan looked at Ye Shuyao with a deeper look in his eyes. He quietly watched her long, shiny black hair fall from her shoulders. Her glowing white face was like a peeled egg, smooth and tender. The girl in front of him had clear and pure eyes, and she was ignorant of the world.

He slowly lifted Ye Shuyao's upper body. Their eyes were closely intertwined at this moment, their eyes full of tenderness and affection. They both decided to say what they thought in their hearts, regardless of whether Yaoer accepted it or not.

Ye Shuyao's body shrank involuntarily, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She felt like a deer that was suddenly exposed, with nowhere to hide. Without a mirror, Ye Shuyao knew that her little face must be as red as a cooked shrimp.

Luo Yunhan stretched out his arms, turned her around and pulled her into his arms. He looked down at her, his eyes as bright as the stars twinkling in the night sky. "Yao'er."

Ye Shuyao suddenly felt her face getting hot and her heart started beating wildly uncontrollably. She wanted to escape but found that she had already been tied up tightly by him.

Luo Yunhan's voice was soft and affectionate. He coaxed Ye Shuyao gently, as if every word contained endless emotion. "Haven't you always wanted to know what your teacher is thinking? Now, I will tell you, Yao'er, I love you and am willing to use my entire life to turn into a shield to protect you. This promise will never change."

Ye Shuyao moved closer to Luo Yunhan mischievously, with a cunning glint in her eyes, and asked in a coquettish voice, "Master, are you confessing to Yao'er?" She couldn't help but feel surprised and a little happy at this sudden confession.

Luo Yunhan looked at Ye Shuyao steadily, his eyes filled with tenderness and doting. He spoke slowly, his voice low and full of magnetism: "Then Yao'er, do you accept it or not?"

Ye Shuyao smiled sweetly, as if a flower was blooming in spring. She had not heard wrong, nor had she felt wrong, and she was not in love with her master. When her master said that he loved her, Ye Shuyao knew that her heart had completely fallen. She had always been a man of action, and since both parties had confirmed what they thought, there was nothing to hesitate about.

At this moment, the two people seemed to have a telepathic connection. Ye Shuyao had a shy blush on her face. She hugged Luo Yunhan's neck and pressed her pink lips against his cold lips, as light as a dragonfly touching the water.

The faint fragrance from the girl brushed past Luo Yunhan's nose, making his breathing quicken. At this moment, the breathing of both of them was disrupted.

Ye Shuyao whispered, "Master, I feel the same." Her voice was not loud, but it was lingering and alluring, making him blush. Luo Yunhan's calm heart was completely disturbed at this moment. The fragrance from her body drifted across his nose, and he felt that he, who had always been calm and self-controlled, seemed to be in danger of losing control at any time.

Luo Yunhan called out in a hoarse voice, "Yao'er..." Then, he tightened his hands around her waist, as if he wanted to integrate her more deeply into his bones, and then deepened the kiss again, catching her off guard like a storm.

At this moment, Ye Shuyao's mind was blank. She only felt her body was soft. She pressed her hands against his chest, looked at the face that was very close to her, and smelled the faint fragrance of pear blossoms on him. She did not move, allowing Kong's warm and hot lips to press tightly against her. His tongue slowly came over and pried open her teeth, touching and licking her lips and tongue...