Master: This Villainous Disciple Is Not The Holy Child - Chapter 27: Fairy Master: I'm Pregnant?

“System, show me my status.”

Several hours later, as the sun began to set, Chu Xiu strolled down the mountain from the Peak Master’s Hall, his long shadow stretching behind him.

[Host: Chu Xiu]

[Realm: Sea of Qi Ninth Layer]

[Special Physique: Archaic Saint Body]

[Aptitude: 1414 (Heaven Grade) – 33x cultivation speed]

[Sword Intent: Heavenly Slaughter Sword Intent]

[Cultivation Technique: Dao Scripture – Foundation Establishment Chapter]

[Secret Techniques: Xing Character Secret Technique, Pill Scripture (Poison section)]

[Sword Skill: Wan Shi Jie Xiu (Immortal Grade) (1124 clicks remaining to expand)]

[Breakthrough Points: 215]

[Fate Value: 82 (White) – Killing those with high Fate Value allows absorption of their fate.]

[Overall Combat Strength: 35x that of ordinary cultivators at the same realm.]

‘As expected, the effects of the Heavenly Fragrance Physique are amplified by Master’s emotions. Those little trinkets… they’re surprisingly effective.’ Chu Xiu mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully.(Stocking if you read the Manhua)

He had just returned to his cave dwelling when Little Junior Sister Tao Yao arrived, bearing a gift from the Holy Land: an Eight Trigrams Ginseng.

After accepting the ginseng, Chu Xiu noticed the object she held in her other hand.

“And this is…?”

“This is the heavy sword you asked me to find, Senior Brother,” Tao Yao said with a bright smile.

She retrieved a three-foot-long, one-foot-wide, blue-and-red sword from her storage pouch. A lifelike black dragon, a desolate beast, was carved into the hilt. The sword had no sharpened edge, radiating an aura of heavy, brutal power.

Chu Xiu took the sword, his hand sinking under its weight.

‘Over twenty thousand jin…’

He pressed the tip of the sword against the ground, the surrounding stone cracking under the immense pressure.

The system helpfully provided a description:

[Tyrant Dragon Sword]

[Category: Heavy Sword]

[Grade: Earth Grade]

[Function: Infusing with spiritual energy or true essence significantly increases damage.]

[Description: Forged from the spine of a Tyrant Dragon desolate beast, this sword is incredibly durable and heavy. Its power is immense, but its weight can cause damage to those with insufficient physical strength.]

“Not bad,”

Chu Xiu said, swinging the Tyrant Dragon Sword experimentally. The air around him whooshed as the heavy blade moved, creating a powerful gust of wind that bent the nearby trees.

“I’m glad you approve, Senior Brother,”

Tao Yao replied, her voice laced with concern.

“But please… be careful on your journey to the Huāngyāo Secret Realm. It only opens once every few decades, and it’s filled with countless demons and desolate beasts. Don’t take any unnecessary risks.”

“Don’t worry, Junior Sister. I’ll be careful.”

“Thank you for your concern.” Chu Xiu smiled gently and patted her head.

Tao Yao blushed, her eyes downcast, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“Then… I’ll be going now. Senior Brother… take care… and… and…” She hesitated, her face growing even redder, her ears burning. She seemed to want to say something more but couldn’t bring herself to utter the words. With a flustered wave, she transformed into a streak of green light and flew away.

“Be safe, Senior Brother… I’ll be waiting for your return…”

Her voice echoed through the mountains.

…

It was the happiest day Qi Meng Die had experienced in a long time.

Because…

…that rebellious disciple had finally released her cultivation seal!

She sat in her bedchamber, dressed in her usual pristine white robes, circulating her spiritual energy, the familiar sensation of power flowing through her veins bringing a sense of relief and joy so intense that she almost moaned aloud.

‘Ah… it feels so good to cultivate again…’

‘To command my power… to feel the energy of the heavens and earth flowing through me…’

It was like a blind person regaining their sight, the world suddenly bursting with color and life.

‘Wait a minute…’

‘My cultivation… it’s… it’s increased! Even while I was sealed!’

‘Could it be… because of that rebellious disciple?’ She blushed, her heart fluttering unexpectedly.

‘Just you wait, you little rascal…’ A mischievous glint flickered in her eyes. She was about to sneak into his cave dwelling and give him a piece of her mind, a playful smirk spreading across her lips.

But just as she was about to stand up, an invisible force washed over her.

Her smile faltered, her face paling as she realized…

…her cultivation had been sealed again!

“Chu… Xiu! You… you treacherous… you lied to me!” She gritted her teeth, her lips trembling with a mixture of rage and humiliation. Tears welled up in her eyes, her carefully constructed composure crumbling.

Just then, a red communication talisman appeared, hovering before her.

Chu Xiu’s voice, infuriatingly calm and gentle, echoed from within the talisman.

“Don’t misunderstand, Master. I’m just… reminding… you…”

The talisman dissolved into ashes, and a moment later, the invisible force lifted, her cultivation restored.

Qi Meng Die gritted her teeth, her fists clenched.

She understood his message loud and clear.

He could seal her cultivation whenever he pleased, regardless of the distance between them. He could control her, manipulate her, toy with her…

The realization filled her with a sense of helplessness and despair.

“Chu Xiu! You… you demon! You’re torturing me!”

She trembled with rage, her breasts heaving, her body flushed with anger. She stormed over to the bookshelf, yanked open the hidden compartment, retrieved the straw doll, and stabbed it repeatedly with the silver needle.

“Die! Die! Die!”

…

In his cave dwelling, Chu Xiu, observing the scene through the bronze fox mask, smiled with satisfaction.

‘Master… Master… you need to understand your place…’

‘Otherwise… it will be very difficult for me to… train… you…’

He closed his eyes, his mind clearing, and began to cultivate, oblivious to his master’s near-meltdown.

Qi Meng Die, after venting her frustration, finally calmed down and sat in a meditative posture, her divine sense probing her body, assessing her condition.

And then… she made a horrifying discovery.

Another life force… a faint but unmistakable pulse… was growing within her.

A nascent life, a tiny spark of existence, a testament to her… entanglement… with her rebellious disciple.

Her face paled, her mind blanking as she stared into space, her hand instinctively resting on her abdomen.