My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

Xuan Qing stared at the woman sprawled out on his bed for a moment, then with a flick of his sleeve, a bottle of pills appeared in his hand.

He handed the pills to Bai Jin and said, "You can go now!"

"This... is, Master!" Bai Jin glanced at the Master who had appeared out of nowhere. He wanted to say something, but seeing that Xuan Qing had already walked towards the bed, he didn't dare to ask any more questions and bowed and withdrew.

Yun Nuan was fast asleep in bed, completely unconcerned about her appearance, and faint snores could be heard. Xuan Qing looked at his messy bed and remained silent.

Upon closer inspection, she lay quietly on the bed, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes tightly closed, her long, curled eyelashes casting shadows in the moonlight, her nose pert and exquisite, her full lips naturally red, slightly pouting, inviting one to kiss her. If any other man were facing Yun Nuan like this, he probably wouldn't be able to resist pouncing on her long ago.

But now she has encountered Xuan Qing, who is always cold-hearted and devoted to cultivation. Moreover, her current unseemly sleeping posture makes it even less likely to arouse his interest.

Yun Nuan was renowned throughout the cultivation world as the most beautiful woman. Back then, countless people flocked to become her immortal partners. However, all of this was based on her quiet and proper demeanor. The moment Yun Nuan opened her mouth or made a move, her image was completely ruined. Gradually, after learning about Yun Nuan's various "glorious" deeds, people in the cultivation world kept their distance from this Immortal Yun. Moreover, she had extremely high talent and her cultivation was unmatched among her peers. In addition, with the Jade Hidden Sect backing her up, no one could do anything to her.

Xuan Qing stepped forward. Yun Nuan was still dressed in her familiar, alluring red dress, her black hair as black as ink, slightly disheveled and spread out on his clean and simple bed, creating a striking contrast.

Since handing over the position of sect leader, he had not seen Yun Nuan for a long time, only hearing other sect leaders complain about her various deeds at the once-a-decade cultivation sect conference.

Xuanqing wanted to wake Yun Nuan, who was fast asleep. After all, she had been in seclusion. People with high cultivation levels would not finish their seclusion for less than a thousand years, but she came out in less than a hundred years, and she didn't even send a message when she came out of seclusion, which was really strange.

Xuanqing stretched out his slender fingers, and as soon as his fingertips touched Yun Nuan's exposed skin, he sensed something was wrong. He quickly sat down by the bed, took Yun Nuan's fair wrist, and injected a stream of spiritual energy to explore the condition of her body.

After a long while, Xuan Qing released Yun Nuan's hand and was shocked. He had never expected that Yun Nuan had lost half of her cultivation and that her internal energy was in disarray. It seemed that this was due to a qi deviation during her seclusion. Now her body was extremely weak and needed immediate treatment.

With a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind arose, and Yun Nuan's body slowly floated up, hovering in mid-air.

Xuanqing formed hand seals and channeled his spiritual power into her to heal the injury to her dantian. He didn't sleep all night, and a thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on Xuanqing's forehead. He withdrew his spiritual power at dawn.

Yun Nuan's injuries were far too severe; his recovery last night was far from sufficient, and he would need several more days of healing.

Xuan Qing glanced at Yun Nuan, who was still fast asleep, and slowly walked to the window. The Moonlit Immortal Mountain was always shrouded in thick fog in the early morning, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly atmosphere. A gentle breeze passed by, and the slightly cold wind seemed to be able to blow away all the distracting thoughts in people's hearts.

He couldn't help but recall when he first entered the Jade Hidden Sect, he was chosen as a disciple by the renowned Immortal Yueyun. Outsiders all said that Immortal Yueyun had a very high level of cultivation and an excellent grasp of immortal techniques. Although his personality was... different from others, he was still a rare talent for cultivating immortality.

He accepted the token representing Yun Nuan's disciple amidst envious glances from everyone. However, during their time at the Floating Cloud Pavilion, he suffered quite a bit, often being tormented half to death by this confused and heartless master. Every time he was injured, he would be scolded by the former sect leader and then slink back home at night, where he would use a special healing ointment, which was only made once every hundred years and "borrowed" from the medicine elder, to clean up the mess on his body...

All cultivators are handsome and have good looks. Xuan Qing is no exception. However, he is born with good looks. Combined with his aloof temperament and handsome face, he exudes a kind of ascetic beauty.

When Yun Nuan woke up, this was the scene she saw: a cool, aloof, and ascetic-looking handsome man stood against the wind, his long hair flowing in the air behind him, his eyes slightly closed, his thin lips pursed, and his white clothes made him look otherworldly, as if he was about to ride the wind away at any moment.

The man seemed to sense the gaze behind him, slowly turning his head to look at her with cold, emotionless eyes. His clear voice rang out: "Master."

What?! Master? Yun Nuan was puzzled. The peerless, aloof, and handsome man in front of her was calling her Master? When did she get such a big disciple?

Perhaps the man noticed the amazement and confusion in Yun Nuan's eyes, and remembering his master's absentmindedness, he hesitated for a moment before speaking again: "I am Xuan Qing."

Yun Nuan thought and thought, but found she had absolutely no memory of the name. She then asked, "Do I know you...?"

Xuan Qing remained silent, but a different expression appeared on his face. He frowned, and his eyes held an unreadable meaning. The two fell silent for a moment.

Yun Nuan ended her eye contact with the person in front of her, looked around, and then remembered that this was her Floating Cloud Pavilion. How could outsiders be allowed to enter? Who would dare to trespass into the residence of Immortal Yueyun? She immediately raised her eyebrows, and her previous confusion and dazedness changed instantly. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Although she was lying on her side on the bed with a soft and boneless charming appearance, she exuded an aura that made people not want to look directly at her.

"Is my Floating Cloud Pavilion where you live?" Yun Nuan asked, her voice alluring and dangerous.

“…Yes.” Xuanqing replied, looking at Yun Nuan, whose demeanor had suddenly changed.

"Did you take down my gilded plaque? Did you plant those rotten weeds by the door? Did you replace my precious carved bed?" Yun Nuan asked, sounding ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

"……Yes."

"How dare you touch my things?!" Yun Nuan was furious. She teleported to Xuan Qing's side, grabbed his collar, and brought her delicate face close to his, questioning him.

Xuan Qing was caught off guard by her sudden action, but his eyes remained as cold as ever, unchanged. The faint, familiar fragrance lingering around Yun Nuan was his scent, and he took a light sniff without making a sound.

"Clang!" The copper basin fell to the ground with a loud sound.

Yun Nuan's gaze followed the sound and she saw a pretty and lively young girl dressed in the attire of a disciple of the Jade Hidden Sect. Judging from the faint aura of immortality surrounding her, she seemed to be a newcomer to the immortal sect.

"And who is she?" Yun Nuan turned around and asked Xuan Qing.

“My disciple,” Xuan Qing replied calmly.

"Then who are you?" Yun Nuan asked again.

“…Your disciple,” Xuan Qing replied, his eyes slightly lowered.

Yun Nuan was completely stunned. She had only taken a nap, so why had everything changed when she woke up?

“Master…Master, Grandmaster, you…you all…” Bai Jin’s hesitant voice rang out.

Yun Nuan was now completely pressed against Xuan Qing. There is always a height difference between men and women. Although she had a perfect figure and was more outstanding than the average woman, she was still a head shorter than Xuan Qing. At this moment, Bai Jin saw that she was leaning against Xuan Qing's chest, and the posture was extremely ambiguous.

She immediately released her grip on Xuan Qing's clothes, coughed lightly, and pretended that nothing had happened, her eyes filled with confusion and entanglement.

"you……"

"Master!"

As soon as Yun Nuan opened her mouth, wanting to ask what kind of memories she had lost, blood and qi surged from her dantian, and before she could react, she spat out a mouthful of blood. Her mind was hazy, and she finally couldn't resist the continuous drowsiness. In the end, she fainted in an embrace filled with the cool fragrance of the previous night.

“Master? Master, her…” Bai Jin asked worriedly.

"You can go down now." With that, Xuanqing picked up Yunnuan and strode towards the inner room.

Bai Jin was astonished. She had just noticed a different expression on her master's usually cold face. Was he worried about their grandmaster? Bai Jin felt as if she had discovered a new world. She suddenly thought her master and grandmaster were a perfect match...

Yun Nuan woke up in a warm place and found herself suspended in mid-air. Xuan Qing was sitting cross-legged not far away, channeling spiritual energy into her. When he saw that she had woken up, he stopped and put her down.

She wanted to get up, but she was too weak to do so. Her body felt weaker than when she first woke up.

Xuanqing walked to her side and handed her a pillow. Yun Nuan was finally able to get out of her uncomfortable position. Then, Yun Nuan listened quietly to Xuanqing's concise explanation. She basically understood that she had lost part of her memories. She had suffered a qi deviation during her seclusion, which severely damaged her dantian and memories, resulting in physical weakness and the loss of most of her cultivation. Now, she could only rely on Xuanqing to save her.

Upon hearing this, Yun Nuan sniffed, completely out of character. Looking at the aloof and extraordinary man before her, she suddenly seemed to recall the image of a slightly immature, expressionless young man, who was undoubtedly her disciple.

Having figured this out, Yun Nuan decided to cling to her disciple's coattails while she was suffering from amnesia and losing her magic powers, so that she could live a happy life with plenty of meat to eat!

And so the following scenes unfolded.

"Disciple, your master is getting old, and I'll have to rely on you for my retirement..." Yun Nuan lay lazily on her disciple Xiang Xiang's bed, giving off a "I'm going to stick with you" vibe. It was quite strange for her to say these words with a face that looked even younger than Xuan Qing's.

"..."

"Little Qingqing, your master is so bored. Why don't you ask your disciple Xiaobai to dance for us?" The rogue Yun Nuan smiled sincerely.

"..."

"Little Qingqing, Master is worried that you'll be cold sleeping alone at night, let's sleep together!" Yun Nuan happily hugged the quilt and lay down on Xuan Qing's big bed, taking a deep breath. It smells so good, what should I do?

"No need," Xuan Qing refused without expression.

"Little Qingqing, have you forgotten that when you were little, your master used to hold you like this while you slept? Sure enough, once the child grows up, they don't recognize their master anymore... Waaah..." Yun Nuan made up a story.

"..."

Before Xuan Qing could react, Yun Nuan was already fast asleep on his bed. Xuan Qing rubbed his forehead, frowned, and sighed softly, a hint of helplessness appearing in his eyes.

Suddenly, the Floating Cloud Pavilion, which had been quiet for hundreds of years, became lively again.