Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 101

At this moment.

In the small pavilion amidst the peach forest, the lantern light flickered softly, and wisps of sandalwood fragrance curled in the air.

Xu Yang, dressed in a black robe embroidered with cloud patterns, gracefully descended into the loft.

“Qing’er, your master has arrived… hmm?”

As he pushed open the door, he expected to see his fourth disciple, freshly washed, waiting for him.

However, after glancing around, he didn’t see anyone. Instead, there was only the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the air.

‘Could it be…’

‘Did Qing’er drink? Or did she wander off?’

Just as Xu Yang was about to extend his divine sense, a soft and sultry female voice called out from behind him.

“Master, don’t turn around. I am Qing’er!”

Before he could react, a pair of delicate hands, like coiling serpents, wrapped tightly around Xu Yang’s waist. The embrace was so firm it felt as if she wanted to meld him into her arms.

‘Yuer?!’

Could this be the surprise Qing’er mentioned?

Xu Yang’s eyes flickered with a hint of doubt, uncertain of the situation. What if it was just a coincidence? He leaned back against the soft cushions, maintaining the demeanor of a master and refraining from unnecessary movements.

“Yuer, stop playing. Do you think your master wouldn’t recognize your voice?”

Hearing his words, Ruan Yuer’s tone became more assertive.

“No, disciple is not Yuer. Disciple is Qing’er!”

?

Xu Yang sensed that something was off with his second disciple. Patting the back of her hand, he intended to turn around to check on her, but the arms around his waist tightened instead of loosening. He decided not to forcefully break free and carefully chose his words.

“Yuer, can you tell your master why—”

“Master, you smell so nice!”

Ruan Yuer’s eyes were filled with a dazed infatuation. Her flushed cheeks pressed against Xu Yang’s broad back as she deeply inhaled his scent.

This was the closest she had ever been to her master!

The fragrance on him was intoxicating, so much so that she wished she could hold him forever and never let go.

“Yuer, what are you trying to do to your master?”

Xu Yang felt a sudden wave of panic.

But then he reconsidered—why was he panicking? If anything went wrong, he could simply knock her unconscious.

“Nothing…”

Ruan Yuer wanted to say she wasn’t planning anything, just that she wanted to hold her master for a little longer. But the voice inside her reprimanded her harshly:

“Are you really going to retreat now? You’re completely hopeless! Get out of the way and let me handle this!”

In an instant.

Ruan Yuer’s eyes flashed with a dangerous crimson hue. Her soft hands slid upward, resting gently on Xu Yang’s chest. Her fingers began to caress him as she spoke in an alluring tone:

“Master, naturally, I want to do what you and Qing’er should be doing together.”

If he was uncertain before, now Xu Yang understood.

It was clear that Yuer had somehow learned of his relationship with Qing’er and even knew he would be visiting the peach pavilion tonight. She must have drunk Qing’er into unconsciousness and taken her place.

So… what kind of wine could knock out Qing’er? Xu Yang had no time to think further. Yuer’s flirtation nearly made his resolve crumble. While his mind was still clear, he quickly said:

“Yuer—”

“I already told you, I’m not Yuer. I am Qing’er!” Ruan Yuer snapped angrily.

“Sigh!”

Xu Yang let out a long sigh and said:

“Yuer, in your master’s heart, each of my disciples is unique. Qing’er is Qing’er, and Yuer is Yuer. None of you are replacements for one another. Each of you holds an irreplaceable place in my heart!”

“…”

Ruan Yuer blinked her almond-shaped eyes, surprised by her master’s words.

Her expression showed hesitation, the crimson glow in her eyes flickering. Her voice softened, tinged with grievance.

“Doesn’t master like Qing’er more?”

Feeling her grip loosen, Xu Yang turned around to see Ruan Yuer looking pitifully small. He reached out to pinch her cheek, smiling as he said:

“Yuer, what are you thinking? When has your master ever shown favoritism? I treat you all equally!”

“Equally?”

Ruan Yuer mulled over his words, gazing up at her master with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“Does that mean master can like Yuer as much as Qing’er?”

Xu Yang gently flicked Ruan Yuer’s nose, speaking in a soft voice:

“Of course.”

“Then… can I bully master the way Qing’er does?”

The crimson glow in Ruan Yuer’s eyes faded completely.

“Yuer, don’t listen to Qing’er’s nonsense. It’s always your master bullying her, not the other way around.”

“Then, master… can you bully Yuer too?”

Ruan Yuer’s lashes quivered as she looked up at him with shy, glistening eyes, both serious and bashful.

“And how would you like your master to bully you?” Xu Yang asked, his expression entirely earnest.

Ruan Yuer’s lips parted slightly.

“Master…”

Her cheeks flushed bright red as her beautiful eyes filled with embarrassment.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Xu Yang asked with concern.

Ruan Yuer shook her head, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in the crook of his neck. Her breath was warm and soft as she whispered like a delicate mosquito:

“If master likes, this way will be more convenient…”

“…”

“Yuer, don’t suppress your feelings. That will only make you uncomfortable.”

“Disciple isn’t suppressing anything… I’m just afraid master will think less of me.”

Ruan Yuer opened her eyes, avoiding her master’s gaze as she turned her head to the side, too ashamed to speak.

“Haha…” Xu Yang couldn’t help but laugh.

Ruan Yuer’s face turned an even deeper shade of red.

“Master, why are you laughing?”

“I’m laughing because my Yuer is silly, but also adorably so.”

‘Master said I’m cute…’

Ruan Yuer clasped her hands over her chest, her face as red as a tomato. She was so embarrassed she felt like she might burst into flames. In a small voice, she asked:

“Master, you don’t think your disciple is useless, do you?”

“Of course not. But if you keep suppressing yourself, your master might start to feel useless!”

“Ah… in that case, I won’t suppress myself anymore!”

Looking at her master’s noble and elegant visage, Ruan Yuer’s eyes sparkled with longing. Unable to resist, she extended her soft arms, pulled him into her embrace, and without hesitation, pressed her lips to his…