Chapter 30: What’s the Rush?

She was panting softly, her watery eyes veiled in a faint mist, appearing hazy and detached. This was a departure from her usual clarity and brightness, transforming into a different kind of captivating beauty.

Yun Yi gazed at the young girl in his arms, watching as a flush spread across her cheeks, her breathing erratic, and crystalline tears clinging to her lashes, lending her a delicate, rain-kissed allure. His heart stirred, and he nearly resumed what he had left unfinished just moments before.

He reached out, his fingertips grazing her jade-like cheek. The touch felt electric, causing Luo Qingyao, who had only just calmed down, to shudder and tremble with a lingering numbness.

"Hmm, my Yao Yao is truly the most beautiful, especially at this moment!" Yun Yi suddenly leaned in, whispering into her ear with a tone of unprecedented intimacy and obsession.

Luo Qingyao, having been left breathless and dazed by his kiss, snapped back to reality upon hearing his words.

A sudden, brilliant light flickered in her watery eyes, like a radiant beam piercing through clouds, and the scene before her began to sharpen.

What came into view was Yun Yi’s devastatingly handsome face—his soaring, sword-like brows, eyes shimmering with a thousand prismatic hues, and thin, sensual lips curled into a wicked smirk. He exuded an aura of world-bewitching charm that made Luo Qingyao’s heart flutter, nearly leaving her spellbound once more.

Yun Yi naturally did not miss her gaze or her expression, so his smile grew all the more rakish. "What is it? Have you been staring at your master for so long that you’re still so infatuated? Hmm, I suddenly find myself wanting you to look at me for a lifetime. That way, I can be obsessed with you for a lifetime!"

At these words, Luo Qingyao’s lovely face reddened. She spat at him in frustration and broke free from his embrace. "What kind of master are you? You’re nothing but a rogue! A lecher!"

Though her tongue was sharp, she could not control her heart, which was pounding so wildly it felt as if it might leap from her chest.

Watching her struggle to hide her shyness, the smile on Yun Yi’s face grew even more vibrant.

Luo Qingyao stamped her foot in annoyance. Every time, she found herself taken advantage of by this rogue master before she even realized it; where was there any semblance of a proper mentor?

However, she could neither defeat him in a fight nor win an argument. Every time she approached him in a fit of pique, she ended up being teased and trifled with, completely outmaneuvered.

Even now, despite him having become her master, the outcome remained unchanged.

The more she thought about it, the more vexed she became. Pouting, she walked over to the chaise longue, lay down, and covered her face with the *Hunyuan Heart Sutra*, playing dead.

Seeing this, Yun Yi loved her current state all the more and could not help but laugh.

He walked over to her side and sat where she had been sitting before, finally speaking, "You currently lack a spirit root. Not to mention the *Hunyuan Heart Sutra*, you cannot practice any form of elemental spirit arts, so what exactly are you rushing for?"

Hearing this, Luo Qingyao tossed the *Hunyuan Heart Sutra* aside, glared at him with her watery eyes, and demanded indignantly, "Then why did you make me go to Old Man Ning’s First Grade Pavilion to get this wretched book? If it can’t be practiced and can’t change my constitution, what use is it to me?"

"For now, it is indeed of no use, but are you sure you’d be willing to throw it away? It will be very useful in the future!" Yun Yi watched Luo Qingyao, whose cheeks were puffed out in anger, and felt only more delighted.